If I Was a Rich Girl...

Mood: Relieved
Currently Playing: Suddenly Everything Has Changed | The Postal Service

Where do I start? Where do I begin to start? Where do I begin to begin?

That is the real question.

After staying up until 3:30 AM this morning debating equitable public education, unjust corporate practices, and discussing our wholesome (and not so wholesome if you're Linda or Yamanda) childhood memories of the zoo, I went to sleep. I woke up at 9:15, foggy-headed, and zonked out so that I could be at the Drama Department at 10 AM. I got there at 10:02, was chased down by a police officer before I could get out of the car, and was told that today and tomorrow only the Hoover Institute affiliates could park in the DRAMA department parking lot. They were having "an event." Damn conservatives. After 20 minutes of driving around, I parked at a meter, put in 30 minutes worth of coins, and was in the costume shop by 10:29.

It appeared to be the start of yet another awfully busy day. I'm the Wardrobe Supervisor for the Pintor Festival at Stanford Drama. So I spent this morning, and will spend every-other morning from here on, cleaning, ironing & mending clothes.

I worked there until 12:30 so that I could go on to my next job: nanny for this lovely little girl named Emi, which is from 1 PM - 6 PM, M-F. Emi's dad phones me right as I'm on my out to see if the car has been towed and tells me to go ahead and just come in at 2. I do some more costume shop stuff, arrive at the house at 2 and am promptly told that I can go home. Emi's dad has the rest of the week off, including today, he pays me for sitting Monday and Tuesday, and pays me for today since I had already blocked out my schedule to sit today (his idea not mine).

Oh yeah, and that car I mentioned, not mine. It's Emi's Dad's. It's Emi's Dad's red BMW. He let me use it for the past week since I usually pick Emi up from school.

Oh to be rich.

Anywho, so I jetted out of there struggling to conceal the thrill of relief I was feeling for having the rest of the week off from baby-sitting. Being a full-time nanny for them was only temporary since Erin Braddoc is on vacation until next week. And starting next week I'm going to babysit 1 or 2 days a week, if at all.

Slowly but surely I'm getting my summer back.

Thus is my attempt and subsequent failure to try and update you on what I'm doing now and let you know why I've been so uncreachable lately.

I'm going to take a nap right now though... I've got work again at 7.

See you on the other side.