The Brown Time Paradox

Hey, everybody!  I hope you are having a good summer.  I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been lazy, but I’ve got a couple of good posts coming up… and a few of them are from this awful vacation my family and I took to Cape Cod, MA.

Before I say anything else, don’t assume that I’m just some ungrateful little b!tch who is so spoiled that she doesn’t even enjoy going on family vacations.  Or better yet, don’t assume that I’m spoiled because my parents “care” about me enough to include me on a FAMILY vacation.  I’m sure I would have enjoyed going to Cape Cod more if I would have gone with my boyfriend.  At least he likes doing exciting things that are not inherently touristy, but I guess these problems will be addressed in an upcoming post.

"So, this is the thanks I get for working 'overtime.'"

What a day.  What an incredibly frustrating day.  I had so much rage on that day.

Of course, at a real job, I wouldn't dream of going on Facebook or any other website I could get into trouble for unless I was on my lunch break or unless I was certain that no one was going to be around.  After my years of experience with working at the library, I am more inclined to say that it is not a "real" job.  The stuff I do does not require my full attention during the whole shift, and there are sometimes very long stretches where NOTHING happens.

I hardly ever use Facebook while I'm at the library.  I know that it's not a responsible thing for me to do, but here's why I'm writing about how angry I am that I got in trouble for it:

Text me, baby.

Sorry for the semi-lame post, but I'm on holiday!

I have a lot of interesting text messages on my phone that I don't want to delete, but that I should for memory's sake.  Haha.  Phone memory.  But I'm writing the texts up here for my own memory.

I did use first names, and I hope that's okay with everyone.

P.S.  Good thing I did this before my phone died ... because it died last week!