My summer thus far has been full of early mornings, long, sweaty, paint filled days, and late nights doing absolutely nothing with the usual crew. I've been working full time for my evil, slave-driving best friend on his painting crew, which is in turn controlled by the significantly more evil, more slave-driving "Collegiate Entreprenuers." This devil company essentially lures money-hungry college students to sign their lives away, all for their life mission of providing "quality" paint jobs all throughout the upper East Coast. Mmm... yeah.. right. I could, and at some point will, list all the various sins of Collegiate dumbheads, but I'll refrain for now, as I have very urgent orders to go to Alice's and watch Sex and the City.
Anyways, the abbreviated version goes something like this: Tyler cooks up this idea to join CE, I advise him vehemently to do otherwise, as I am sure the company will eat up all his free time, work him to the ground, and make him wonder why he cares about painting at all. He doesn't listen and I am right. However, like a good, unemployed friend, I agree to work for him, because I need money and, despite the innumerable reasons for me to wish bad luck upon my old pal, I don't really want him to come crying to me when all his employees quit on him (yes, it happened, and yes they were replaced). So zoom ahead to this summer, we've been working hard and we're about seventh out of fifty crews for work produced. I will end the summer with a lot more money, an appreciation for hard, manual labor and about fifty types of cancer from all the sun and paint dust.
Ultimately, this painting nonsense is just preparing me for the super fun days I have ahead as a Resident Advisor (RA) at school. I'm sure there will be times, when I'm up at 1 o clock on a Thursday night, the day before a test, telling some hyped up lacrosse players that they need to pour out their beer, that I'll be wishing I was up on a ladder in boiling sun breathing in paint chips. (If my sentences are rather long winded and don't make sense, blame the paint fumes).
So there you have it, my life since school ended. Oh, and I've been having fun too, if that didn't come across amidst the kind of unforgiving descriptions.
Posted by lib at July 9, 2007 09:31 PM