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jackofallgeeksSo, I have a reputation for greeting people with "Good Morning," be it while passing them on Campus, or durring introductions, or often times even just online. This is notable in that it is always 'Good Morning,' regardless of the time of day. I do this because, if you think about it, my greeting is, in theory, more memorable for it's oddity, and thus I make an impression on people.
That, and I'm just a goof. ^_^
Anyways, people have, necessarily, taken to saying 'Dude, it's not morning,' or variations thereof. This morning, I was passing Sarah on my way to Pangborne and I said 'Good Morning' as we passed. A second later, she says 'Andrew,' and as I turn a round, 'It IS morning,' and she gives me what some migh call the 'What-The-Fuck' look.
I laughed and laughed and laughed...
So, right, I applied for an internship with the Naval Research Lab, along with a couple other applications to the Office of Naval Intelligence and NASA. I was supposed to go in for an interview a couple weeks ago, but, uhm, kinda got lost and somehow slinked my way out of it at the last minute. Not that I wasn't interested in working for them, mind you, but, I suppose, my Pride didn't want me to admit exactly why I wasn't going to make it -- ie, I couldn't find my way.
In anycase, we managed to get it reschedualed for today at 1:30, and so all was set. I went in and got a pass from Visitor Security (for many, I suppose, this may seem odd, but to a Navy Brat it's standard operations), and went onto the station. Unfortunatly, I uhm, kinda told them I had a Oldsmobile Cutlass when, in fact, I had the Hyundai Accent, because I'd switched cars with my parents and forgotten. No big deal (no one cared), but hey, whichever.
Well, I finally got in there and stated talking with my Boss-to-be, and he was a really nice guy. He said that there really wasn't a need for the interview, since I was only going to be a Summer Intern, but he'd wanted me to come in and see the place and meet him and stuff. He told me that they would most likely carve me out a piece of the project they were working on and more ort less give me autonomy with it for the summer. I like the sound of that, so long as I have the support I need and can get a little guidance when I need it. He also had me fill out some papers, and when I produced my own clipboard and pen out of my bag, he was surprised; "You really came prepared."
Now, if I were what some may call a 'more clever chu,' I would have said something to the effect of 'Boyscout for eight years,' or 'I've always got my bag of tricks,' but alas, such wit only comes after the fact. All I managed was 'yeah, I've got everything.'
"So, how much do you want to be paid?"
-smiles- "I don't know; how much are you willing to give me?"
"Oh, well, it'll probably be something like seventeen dolars an hour, that sound good?"
-Freeze-
Seventeen Dollars an hour!? Seventeen!!? Dude, that rocks HARDCORE! That's more than TWICE what I'm making now! That's almost Three TIMES what I'm making now! That's insane! That's AMAZING! That's, that's...!
I tried to contain my enthusiasm.
"Yeah, that sounds like a nice figure."
"Yeah, I wasn't making near that when I was at your level... I think I made ten dollars an hour when I was doing my Master's..."
Seventeen! Seventeen!
So, right, I think I've decided where I'm working this Summer. And I think I'm going to get that new car like mom was suggesting. Of course, he kinda stuck it to me about copping out on the last interview, and made a point to tell me that that kind of thing is beyond not-kosher, and he was being lenient with me. Which, of course, I knew. Had I thought about what I was doing, but no... So, yeah, I feel like a shmuch for copping out in the first place, and a bastard for lying about it. *wince* Learn from our mistakes and move on. I did appologize profusely.
And now, I'm going t'get dinner in an hour with Jim, and then we need to be up with the Ryan girls at 7:00 sharp for the dance. w00+ It should be fun all around.
That, and I'm just a goof. ^_^
Anyways, people have, necessarily, taken to saying 'Dude, it's not morning,' or variations thereof. This morning, I was passing Sarah on my way to Pangborne and I said 'Good Morning' as we passed. A second later, she says 'Andrew,' and as I turn a round, 'It IS morning,' and she gives me what some migh call the 'What-The-Fuck' look.
I laughed and laughed and laughed...
So, right, I applied for an internship with the Naval Research Lab, along with a couple other applications to the Office of Naval Intelligence and NASA. I was supposed to go in for an interview a couple weeks ago, but, uhm, kinda got lost and somehow slinked my way out of it at the last minute. Not that I wasn't interested in working for them, mind you, but, I suppose, my Pride didn't want me to admit exactly why I wasn't going to make it -- ie, I couldn't find my way.
In anycase, we managed to get it reschedualed for today at 1:30, and so all was set. I went in and got a pass from Visitor Security (for many, I suppose, this may seem odd, but to a Navy Brat it's standard operations), and went onto the station. Unfortunatly, I uhm, kinda told them I had a Oldsmobile Cutlass when, in fact, I had the Hyundai Accent, because I'd switched cars with my parents and forgotten. No big deal (no one cared), but hey, whichever.
Well, I finally got in there and stated talking with my Boss-to-be, and he was a really nice guy. He said that there really wasn't a need for the interview, since I was only going to be a Summer Intern, but he'd wanted me to come in and see the place and meet him and stuff. He told me that they would most likely carve me out a piece of the project they were working on and more ort less give me autonomy with it for the summer. I like the sound of that, so long as I have the support I need and can get a little guidance when I need it. He also had me fill out some papers, and when I produced my own clipboard and pen out of my bag, he was surprised; "You really came prepared."
Now, if I were what some may call a 'more clever chu,' I would have said something to the effect of 'Boyscout for eight years,' or 'I've always got my bag of tricks,' but alas, such wit only comes after the fact. All I managed was 'yeah, I've got everything.'
"So, how much do you want to be paid?"
-smiles- "I don't know; how much are you willing to give me?"
"Oh, well, it'll probably be something like seventeen dolars an hour, that sound good?"
-Freeze-
Seventeen Dollars an hour!? Seventeen!!? Dude, that rocks HARDCORE! That's more than TWICE what I'm making now! That's almost Three TIMES what I'm making now! That's insane! That's AMAZING! That's, that's...!
I tried to contain my enthusiasm.
"Yeah, that sounds like a nice figure."
"Yeah, I wasn't making near that when I was at your level... I think I made ten dollars an hour when I was doing my Master's..."
Seventeen! Seventeen!
So, right, I think I've decided where I'm working this Summer. And I think I'm going to get that new car like mom was suggesting. Of course, he kinda stuck it to me about copping out on the last interview, and made a point to tell me that that kind of thing is beyond not-kosher, and he was being lenient with me. Which, of course, I knew. Had I thought about what I was doing, but no... So, yeah, I feel like a shmuch for copping out in the first place, and a bastard for lying about it. *wince* Learn from our mistakes and move on. I did appologize profusely.
And now, I'm going t'get dinner in an hour with Jim, and then we need to be up with the Ryan girls at 7:00 sharp for the dance. w00+ It should be fun all around.
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Date: 2003-04-04 01:41 pm (UTC)When I was waitressing (which I did for like almost 10 years) I would always be backward when I greeted a table, or said goodbye... It was always good morning at like 8pm, and goodnight at like 11am... everyone was just used to it ^_^ and I never made an effort to get it right, it was funny to see the look on peoples faces!
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Date: 2003-04-04 03:53 pm (UTC)Also watch me envy your seventeen dollars an hour. Wanker.
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Date: 2003-04-04 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-05 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-05 09:14 am (UTC)You and I think along the same lines.
Don't worry, I'm not sure I'd ever turn down a job because they we're offering me too much.