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Nov. 7th, 2008 05:29 pmThe girl--Kate--who's more or less in charge of this expedition is scarily spirited. She keeps screaming generic "Hooray" type sentiments. And things like "Ballin!" I can't even describe how much this hurts me, both in the excessive use of the word "ballin'" by this 85 pound really white girl and the volume and pitch of this woman's shrieks.
Miserable, I am. Particularly after being told that we are 6 to a room with only 2 beds and a couch. What. The. Fuck.
(And conference gets tagged as "dorm", because though it's a resume line plain and simple, that's close enough to it on topic, at least.)
Patty, one of the more senior members of the expedition (definitely more towards "adult" in my mind; I think she's a recentlyish graduated grad student?) is totally the opposite. Still cheery, but this. . . pastel is the best word I can come up with for her voice. Like she's totally scared of everything. And Angie, the other woman along is way too old (she's probably not more than early 30s, but I can't really tell; still. . . ) to be as rah-rah as she is.
In the meeting for this expedition on Monday where I found out I was going, they read through every word of every line of this packet of info that was passed out. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've been that frustrated in my life. It was excruciatingly slow and painful between Kate's loud shrillness and Patty's simpery voice.
And somewhere between waiting in the lobby of our building to board the van (the driver of which, Angie, spent much of the time talking on her cellphone and merging across multiple lanes of traffic, which made me feel quite unsafe, I might add, on top of having the guy behind me adjust his knees against the back of my seat every few minutes) I lost the battery cover to my cellphone. Gah.
Now they brought in pizza. And 4 different varieties of non-diet soda. They've got the menus for the lunches and dinners and it pretty much looks like I'm not eating this weekend. Not that a little metabolism shock isn't good for a girl, but it seems quite inconsiderate.
Miserable, I am. Particularly after being told that we are 6 to a room with only 2 beds and a couch. What. The. Fuck.
(And conference gets tagged as "dorm", because though it's a resume line plain and simple, that's close enough to it on topic, at least.)
Patty, one of the more senior members of the expedition (definitely more towards "adult" in my mind; I think she's a recentlyish graduated grad student?) is totally the opposite. Still cheery, but this. . . pastel is the best word I can come up with for her voice. Like she's totally scared of everything. And Angie, the other woman along is way too old (she's probably not more than early 30s, but I can't really tell; still. . . ) to be as rah-rah as she is.
In the meeting for this expedition on Monday where I found out I was going, they read through every word of every line of this packet of info that was passed out. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've been that frustrated in my life. It was excruciatingly slow and painful between Kate's loud shrillness and Patty's simpery voice.
And somewhere between waiting in the lobby of our building to board the van (the driver of which, Angie, spent much of the time talking on her cellphone and merging across multiple lanes of traffic, which made me feel quite unsafe, I might add, on top of having the guy behind me adjust his knees against the back of my seat every few minutes) I lost the battery cover to my cellphone. Gah.
Now they brought in pizza. And 4 different varieties of non-diet soda. They've got the menus for the lunches and dinners and it pretty much looks like I'm not eating this weekend. Not that a little metabolism shock isn't good for a girl, but it seems quite inconsiderate.
