Resigning Tater Tots

I miss my family. I just have this feeling that I'm going to come home in a week and everything's going to be different somehow. Maybe it's because I'll have mon petit copain with me.

That's the archaic way to say that.















Earlier, I was trying to fall asleep, and so I started thinking in French. I thought about how to say "Where are we?" Or, rather "Where is it that we are?"
Ou est-ce-que nous sommes?
And then when I fell asleep, I had a dream that I was having a really deep conversation with Mike on the rooftop of a yellow house.
And I had a pet squirrel.
It was weird.

*looks out window*
Oh. My. Gosh. That girl has blue hair- HOW is she able to work on campus looking like that?
I guess Human Resources is "embracing diversity".
Barf.

I think I sound really cute on the phone. I'm all polite, nice and girly.
I know that sounds really narcissistic of me, but I have a true story to support this idea.

I was at work today, answering phones, and there was this guy on the other end whining about how long the financial aid takes to get refunds sent out and why is the process in place and UGA is so much cooler and on and on and on. When I finally was able to get a word in, his phone was echoing real bad, and it was like I was talking to myself with a slight delay, which was so very startling.

So after letting him vent for about 5 minutes about our department changing the policies (I mean- I've got all the time in the world to listen, right?), I put him on hold and ask my supervisor where I should transfer him, and she told me to go to the Bursar because "We don't get paid enough to do this." Haha.

I tend to get really happy when I get to transfer people because it means that I don't have to talk to them anymore. So I take him off hold and I'm like, "Ok sir- I'm actually going to transfer you to the Bursar and you can talk to her about that, ok?" And I said it really fast so that I wouldn't mess up, so I got to listen to the echo of myself in the phone.

And I sound kind of adorable.
FLASH 8****.

(That means I just transferred you.)

I haven't been myself this summer so far. I can't remember the last time I went in a pool. I haven't even been outside today, unless you count the time I spent pumping up my bike tires, and then I got bitten by mosquitoes, so even that was a bad experience.
I would make time to go lay out by the pool, but I need skin cancer like I need my iPad.

And so inside here I sit, swiveling in my swivel chair.

Time to pretend,
TWS