Just a spoonful of sugar...

[the_wanlorn]

Right, so what have I been doing lately? I took a nap today and woke up with my jaw locked. That happens occasionally, but never as long as it did today. It was certainly a relief when I could yawn again! Summer is fast-approaching, as I'm sure all you college kids are aware of. I think there's about a month and a half of school left, maybe less. In fact, definitely less. I get out on April 28th. So, of course, I'm looking for a summer job! I don't know how well you guys know me, but let me just say that I hate people. Hate hate hate people. I am the misanthrope of all misanthropes. So, working in retail? Working at a restaurant? Not exactly something I would do willingly. Some of the happiest memories of my high school years happened in other people's homes. I'll always remember cooking dinner for Mary and Thomas, and the utter joy in their eyes at being allowed to help out with "big kid" stuff. I still have a photoalbum of pictures I took on the hot summer days when we would walk up to my house so that they could cool off in my pool. I remember watching Jess and Eric while their parents had a night out, and laughing as Jess ate the ketchup and then the hot dog. I remember sitting with Eric until he fell asleep, because he was afraid of the dark. I remember playing in the sandbox with them, while the neighborhood kids slowly migrated into the yard until we had an impromptu party going. I remember when they both had colds, and were sleeping on me, on the couch downstairs. I remember walking through the cemetery with Cole and Kyle, the two of them playing hide-and-seek behind the gravestones. I remember helping Kyle with his homework while Cole napped, and I remember walking downtown with them after school to get an ice cream snack. I remember seeing my newborn cousin every day for the first three months of her life. I remember watching her the first day she came home, while everyone else walked up to get ice cream. If I remember really hard, I can still smell the way Gabe smelled when he woke up from a nap, or Emma's head after giving her a bath. It's that sweet sweet baby smell, from before they begin to smell like people. I remember pushing Emma in the swing in their backyard, her shrieking with glee as one of the dogs jumped up to lick her bare feet. Or getting them dressed in the morning and putting them both in the stroller and lugging them up the library stairs so we can get some new books to read. And I remember holding Gabe when he was just a couple days old, making dinner for Emma as I fed him a bottle, sitting on the couch as he napped in my arms, dancing around the kitchen with Emma in my arms when she was a couple months old, walking around the house, bent in half, her clutching my fingers and tottering ahead of me. I hate people, but I love kids. So, for the summer, I'm looking for a nanny job. I talking to a woman from Italy who needed a nanny for her two-week-old daughter. Unfortunately (because I would've fucking loved that job), she never got back to me about an interview. At the moment, I have one almost-sure-fire job for Tuesdays/Thursdays about twenty minutes away from home. Two kids, a 3-year-old boy and an 8-month-old girl. pezzonovante is lending me his car on... um... sometime this weekend (fuck, now I need to find the email saying when) so I can go meet them. Dear gods I hope the kids don't start screaming when they see me. The 3-year-old is going to be a wreck because the day that I'm going, he's going to be missing his nap for other reasons, so... that should be interesting. And I'm interviewing with another family sometime next week for a family with a 10-year-old, a 5-year-old, and a 16-month-old. That should be interesting. They wanted references, so I managed to dig up Gabe's & Emma's mum's phone number from the damned phone book since they moved last year. She agreed to let me give any families I needed their phone number, so that's good. I half wish, when I said that I was looking for a nanny position, they said that they needed one. That would've been nice. Alas. Anyway, it's dinner time, so I should head out. Wish me luck with the interviews!

Comments

[techiemikey.livejournal.com]

good luck with interviews. Also, FYI, gaming weekend this weekend.

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

Ya, I think I'm coming down. That's why Tom's willing to lend me his car; I'm going to be there anyway. ;-)

[livelykittyb.livejournal.com]

I so understand the whole hate people thing. I am the same way...unfortunately, I learned this after I got a job as a cashier in a grocery store. Good luck with your interview!

[musicalpeep.livejournal.com]

Awwwww hooray babies. Steal them for me!! Just kidding!!!

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