As you may or may not know (but soon will either way), I am working at Yellowstone National Park this summer. Wide open spaces, new friends (and old, as I will explain later), and a great opportunity to try out my camera skills.
As you also may or may not know (same rules apply), I'm working in the dish-pit. In other words, I get to spend eight hours a day washing away what all the spoiled rich people who come to the resort decide they don't want to eat.
And ouch, was that a little harsh? Maybe, maybe, moving on...
Or actually, let's back up a little, shall we?
Last year, must have been summer, hanging out with my friend Johanna (don't pronounce the 'h' please!), and she was saying how she didn't really want to spend another summer at home. College gives you a sense of freedom, I suppose, and at our age, maybe it's about time we get out, right? So we started thinking, started planning...and found ourselves (plus her boyfriend Jordan, nice kid, strange, but like I said, nice), sending in applications to work at Xanterra Parks & Resorts in Yellowstone. And crazy enough, we all get in, which is first, yay, and second, YAY, and third...
I'm babbling, aren't I?
Anyway, cut the story short, just over a week ago, we set out from our 'home base' of Minnesota, and camped in the Badlands, the Black Hills, and just outside of Yellowstone before arriving for orientation and training on the 10th. Things are simple enough, we're all in the same dorm, Jo and I share the same room, and we're making friends everywhere we go, and when I get my first day off tomorrow, I just might (MIGHT) do a little hiking. Not sure where I'll go, but I'm going, and, oops, going to take my FIRST picture from this entire trip.
Lame, yeah, but I'm so not interested in pictures of monuments and memorials and really, the Badlands aren't all that cool, okay? Been there, done that...I do regret no pictures in the Black Hills, but I'm sure I'll be back another time.
As to the actual work I'm doing, let me tell ya...not all it's cracked up to be. We have burns and pains and broken glass, and ooh, pretty, but ouch, cuz I need to get a bright turquoise bandaid. I'm a bit clumsy, but working on it, and doing okay, getting more common sense, but sometimes, it's hard to stay sane doing the same thing for eight hours, so I try to alleviate my boredom in certain ways...
Ahem...
Singing any song that comes into my head, for instance. The Beach Boys, Relient K, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Spice Girls, the Beatles, Aerosmith, Britney Spears, anything from Disney's The Princess & The Frog...okay, so clearly anything goes, right? And if I hear someone else singing something (rare, but it happens), that song will be stuck. Or if they say something that happens to be a line from a song, then that will be stuck. And sometimes it gets repetitive, and so I think to myself, when I'm done, I'll listen to something else on my computer and all will be awesome...only then I put on classical piano, and guess what? No words!! Duh...
Today I was particularly enchanted by the bubbles in the sink. Bubbles are awesome, one of my favorite things, and how can you not agree when there's a rainbow in EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE??? Cool, right? And so I scoop some into my hand, admire them a moment, and then...CLAP!! And bubbles everywhere. Most think I'm crazy, but the girls seem to understand. And today, also, we had a 'bubble incident' as well, but totally not my fault!! We use this white fusion detergent, and we ran out while I was on break, and some chucklehead said to use the purple fusion (which is really about the coolest shade of purple in the world, to be honest), but I noticed, after awhile when I came back that things were starting to...um...overflow? And I mean like whoa...bubbles ALL OVER...and how come I'm the only one to pay attention? Gee...but yeah, so we had a little fun with the bubbles, but then had to drain the machine, rinse it out, find the right detergent, and let it cycle a bit to make sure the bubbles went away, because our glassware was becoming a little spotty and not so pretty...haha...but lovely fun, anyway, and I was kind of glad for the excuse to put everything on hold for a bit.
Did I mention it's EIGHT HOURS of washing DISHES?
And yeah, okay, I know I'm rambling, but I feel it's okay, because you know what? It's been forever, and though none of you show it or say anything, I'm sure you've missed my randomness, so be thankful I started writing again, okay??
Alright...
Calm...
Deep breaths...
Tomorrow is my first day off, did I tell you? Oh yeah, I did...wow...
Need my rest, I think.
Another time then...
Love...
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