The life of a student worker

Having a student job is both a blessing and curse. I get to sit around, act busy and surf the internet all day, all while being paid. On the downside, I sit all day and do nothing. I have approximetely 200 pages of reading due on Monday, and yet I spent all day chatting and checking myspace. Occasionally I do get some work done... But as I am now only working one day a week at the office, I really should be getting a lot of stuff done each shift. When I first got this job I did work all the time. I never stopped going. I wanted them to be impressed and glad to have me around. Then I realized I made minimum wage, and that none of the other students ever did any work.

So, I gave up. I moved my workspace to a secluded cubicle in the back, and hid out. Today I did have my pile of work all organized next to me today, but distractions kept popping up, and none of it got done. Too bad I won't be there for two weeks now.. I guess I'll just have to get it in gear eventually. Or just quit and leave a bunch of stuff for the next student worker.

To begin...

So I decided to go with the pink background. Don't ask why. I normally would rather gouge my eyes out than associate with pink. I am not typical girly-girl who decks herself out in pink, but I have had this strange attraction to pink for awhile now... I think it all started with the black and pink fashion trend. The first few times I saw it I liked it. Black is my favorite anti-color, and adding a bit of actual color to my wardrobe would do me some good. However, then it started popping up EVERYWHERE. Not only were the hipsters wearing it, the pseudo-punks, the mallrats, the club kids, everyone had something pink and black. Hot Topic now shone with the illumination of the holy pink and black combination. I knew it was a terribly dated trend when I heard a 20-something female say that her wedding colors were pink and black. How much of an airhead is she going to feel in 10 years, maybe even sooner, when she looks at her stupid, trendy pink and black wedding. I for one, would laugh and then throw myself off a tall object.

Sadly, during it's early days, I did get it on the trend and I bought a pink and black shirt. Fortunately for my ego, it resides in the bottom of one of my drawers. Maybe someday I'll pull it out again...

So, aside from my tangent, here is my blog.