Speeeeeedway!

So not much has been new with me. I'm getting into a nice little routine. For the first two weeks everything has been kind of random but now everything has settled nicely. I usually close on the speedway. This can be good and bad. It's great because closing is a whole lot easier than opening. Also it's cool because I get to work with a lot of the other College Program people. On the other hand, closing sucks because, well, you're closing. This would entail working until the park closes. If it's a "normal" (but is there really a thing known as normal when you work in the magic kingdom?) day, I'm out of there no later than 8:45 p.m. However Disney frequently decides to have things known as extra magic hours. Magic for the guests--yes. Magic for the cast members? Not at all.

I usually don't get off until 1:00 in the morning or so and it can become tiring. Don't get me wrong, I think this is a great experience considering the fact that I've never worked late shifts before, but I'm still adjusting. I'm also beginning to know my fellow speedway-ers a little bit more. I find it funny how everyone is in unanimous agreement that the Tomorrowland Indy Speedway is the armpit of the Magic Kingdom. Otherwise we're all still getting used to each other I suppose. The hot girl I may have referenced in a previous post is still hot as ever. Too bad that I strongly believe that we'll never become good friends. Lazy girl that I have also possibly referenced is still lazy. She's just more bossy and lazy than I had imagined. Oh joy.

On a completely different note, I hope I win some groceries wednesday at the bingo thingy. I am so broke that it's not even funny. FYI for anyone...do not get caught speeding in Georgia. GA, from what I believe, intentionally hikes their speeding fines to outrageous levels.

Alas, I am still blessed. I am in reasonably in good health. I don't have to worry about where I'll lay my head at night. I still find Joy in you Jesus. Thank you.

Work...sucks

I can't stand it so far. I really feel out of place. I don't know why.

Some of the guys seem friendly enough. A lot of the girls are really mean. Perhaps it's just me. I wish I could feel comfortable enough to be myself though. It's making me portray work as such a negative place. That can't be good if I intend to be an example at the Speedway.

There's one particular girl that's extremely pretty there. I always seem to feel dumb after I talk with her. I call it the "Stephanie Soriano effect." I wish she could know the real me.

Then there's the other girl who is probably the meanest girl I've ever met. To this day, she's never been nice to me. She is bossy to me most of the time. She hurt my feelings the other day. I know that sounds kinda childish...but I kept thinking about what she said to me for the rest of the night. Nevertheless, I continually pray that the Lord would rescue me from my bitterness/resentment toward her. I wish her only the best. Honestly. I just wish she would be friendly.

As a matter of fact, I wish that with everyone. I feel so isolated. It's hard.

In a word...

Well I really can't describe it in a singular word.

Work is really something else. I don't think I've ever sucked at anything more in my life than I do at the Speedway. The responsibilities we have are very simple things yet I consistently find ways to screw up. I kid you not. Today, for example, I messed up countless times. All we were doing was stacking cars (as in we were just putting the car in a straight line on the race track). I somehow get the fabulous idea to put the car I was driving back in the storage. Then when I was working the line (i.e. guy who makes sure your seatbelt is on), I somehow find a way to mislead people and confuse all of my teamates. I'm so slow. It's hard not being able to do something well. Hopefully I can get better at this thing.

Oh and I don't know how to make friends. There's so many people down here and I can't seem to get anyone interested in hanging out with me. Crap. That's going to be a problem.

:-(

I worked until 1:15 A.M last night. Part of the night was spent getting drenched in Florida rain. Other parts of the night were spent doing absolutely nothing at all. All in all it was a pretty weird first day of work. I've gained more compassion for my co-workers though. Many of the internationals that work there are very, very kind. I found out that some of them are leaving next week already. Some of the other people are nice too. I think it'll be a cool semester.

In other news, glorie and I are in quite a conundrum at the moment. We have huge communication problems. Translation = we fight due to misunderstanding ALL the time. It really may be the end of the line for us. I'm not sure how I feel about that. This is the woman that I've loved for more than 4 years now. If I had to pick someone to spend the rest of my lifetime with, I'd STILL pick her right now. Yet, the magnitude with which we fight so frequently makes it impossible to move forward. It's simply unhealthy. I wish I knew what to do.

Nevertheless, Jesus I choose to follow you. Against you all things fade. Whatever happens between me and Glorie, Lord remind me that I have You to support me. Let me find satisfaction in you.

1.5 weeks in and...

So Florida has been a pretty definitive experience thus far. Where to begin.

I got a ticket on the way to Florida. 86 in a 70. The cop was pretty nice. I need to find a way to bargain it down to 14 or below. That way I won't get anything on my record.

Other than that, things have been transitioned really smoothly down here. My roomates all seem like nice guys. We may get on each other's nerves down the road but for now we're all cool with each other. Our apartment on the other hand...total crap. my bed is like sleeping in a bag full of nails. Our "fully furnished" kitchen was fully missing. Literally half of our stuff was not in the kitchen. The few things we did have were unusable due to burns and stuff. Yes, they eventually got replaced and stuff so everything is gravy right now.

I ended up getting assigned to the Disney "Indy Motor Speedway" aka Speedway. The job isn't really hard. Anyone could do it. I'm still not sure about everyone that works there though. Everyone drinks. Isn't there more to life than drinking? I found out yesterday that one of the other cp's (who I thought was pretty hot at first) is a huge drinking. It turned her allure completely upside down. What is it with drugs that makes them so frequently abused anyway? Is it REALLY worth it?

I guess that's it. I'll be updating more...hopefully.