What a Good Sister You Are!

This is my sister appreciation blog!

Ok, Pooh (ish), this is just for you, for being
such a good sister-- and a good person, too.

It seems it’s easy enough to love someone,
especially someone in your family, a person
you are supposed to love; it’s much harder
to like a person. It’s hard to continue to like
a person when you’ve known them for a
number of years. But I have to say, my sister
is a person that I actually like. I can’t say
that about many people on this planet.

My sister & I often have long talks about
things, & one topic we come across often
is our childhood. We grew up in the
same house, but we definitely had
different experiences: I was (am!) the
older child, and was always in trouble
or causing trouble. I was grounded
most of my teenage years, for one stupid
thing or another, and thankfully little
Sis was clever enough to avoid doing
any of the things I did and thus avoided
much of the trouble I had. Thinking back
on it, though, I wish that I had paid more
attention to what was going on in her
life, & had been a better big sister. I
say this because every now & then,
Sister tells me things that happened/
didn’t happen that I maybe could have
helped her with. We have a really good
relationship now, but I kind of wish that
it had been better then. I guess we both
had our difficulties growing up.

So, despite growing up around people
who are not kind, generous, open minded,
sweet, artistic, etc, my Little Sister has
turned out to be just all those things.

The Bob Damon & Jen Show

Here is what happens when you hang out with
two boys drinking gin & tonics. This is a list
of topics we covered, for the most part. This
is the same list of things that we talk about
every time we get together.
sex including but not limited to: oral (hetero and gay), first times,
how masturbation makes you go blind & is a sin, average length,
if jesus had sex, circumcision (male), people you think are
douchebags,political views, videos on youtube, the problems of
chatting on msn if you are an english major & have to correct
every fucking thing you say, helicoptor penis story, euphemisms
for sex, how we hate people in general,
how bob & I don’t have jobs & how much damon hates his.

I am clearly insane.

Soooo... I took a p/t job at a retired folks home, serving them
lunch & dinner in their creepy hotel-like little restaurant.
I accepted the job, but couldn't go through with it.

This is not the first time I have run screaming from a job: it
might be the funniest though. I literally ran out the back door
when I realized I could not do this job. There are many reasons
for it, I won't get into those, but just picture this: Me, a tiny small
girl, trying on a thin white server shirt, sleeves hitting my finger-
tips and tail hitting close to my knees, (I looked ridiculous),
tearing off the white shirt, flinging it on the dirty bench in the
even dirtier ladies' room (only for staff of course), with the low
ceiling, so low I could touch it myself, running for the recently
discovered back door, flinging it open, feeling as if I'd just
broken out of prison, and running to my car, mumbling under
my breath many many offensive & fun words. I really looked,
for the moment, like a cartoon character.

Now here's my official story on why I left, the OCD free version:
it was only part time, but the hours were so odd that it was
gonna be really difficult to find something else to supplement
it. I don't mind working two jobs but they need to mesh
together in some way, schedule-wise.
So I"m back to searching again.

Now, something else that has worried me for the past few days:
The cost of graduate school vs. the amount of money I've
been offered at the only job I've been offered in the past
3 months:
Grad school: $700 per hour. PER HOUR!!!
Job offer: $9.00 per hour.
Whats the percentage you may ask?

.012 percent. Going to graduate school and paying $700
an hour has yielded me, so far, a job offer of .01% of what
I paid.

What else can I say?