The Grapes of Wrath and the Carrots of Temptation.
First let's deal with the grapes. Grapes piss me off. I'd like to call up all of the stupid grape companies and say "Look, I'm tired of your product falling out of your retarded bags and all over my floor, alright? So either stop sending us bags with holes in them or start glueing your grapes to the vines. *click*" I swear, I find more and more grapes on the floor every day at work. Luckily I haven't had to close in a couple weeks, so it's not MY job to clean em up. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't be complaining...(who do you think's been closing? *evil grin*)
Next the carrots. The aforementioned/alluded-to person who's been closing most days the past couple weeks made an mistake that my boss actually made fun of him for, right in front of me! The co-worker allowed himself to be persuade to buy some super expensive carrots instead of our normal ones when he was on the phone ordering our produce handbill. My boss was waving his arms around, pacing back and forth, and calling him a "push-over," and someone who was "completely taken advantage of." Nothing like seeing the sinner in hell...
A Time to Die
After some pretty extensive biblical and online research, I finally found the "psalm" that I was thinking of as I was trying to ruthlessly murder a raccoon at the park the other day for my grandpa's birthday party. Contrary to previous personal and public opinion, this comes out of the Book of Ecclesiastes (Ecc. 3:1-8).
Does anyone else find themselves fitting events of this year into this with surprising clarity? And, on a separate note, does anyone know if the last line "...a time of war, and a time of peace." was the source of Tolstoy's title for War and Peace?
The End of Life as We Know It
Crunch time, folks. Three weeks for myself and a couple others, two weeks for a couple more, and only one week for another. Do you realize what you can do in the next four years? New friends will fill your time, your entire social class can change, you could even totally change your future job plans. Yet, not one of us is freaking out. And if you are? Don't tell me, I don't wanna know.
Just kidding. I know we'll all be there for each other (or as "there" as you can be 150 miles away) - maybe that's why we're not concerned. So while I'm thinking along these lines, here's a couple things you might want to remember. My email address at Marian (since I won't be able to access AOL) is joshuah@marian.edu, and my personal phone number is (317) 955-6741 (I say personal because I know some campuses have students share a phone; at Marian, however, we each have our own on separate lines).
Hope your eyes don't hurt too badly from all of that reading. :-)
First let's deal with the grapes. Grapes piss me off. I'd like to call up all of the stupid grape companies and say "Look, I'm tired of your product falling out of your retarded bags and all over my floor, alright? So either stop sending us bags with holes in them or start glueing your grapes to the vines. *click*" I swear, I find more and more grapes on the floor every day at work. Luckily I haven't had to close in a couple weeks, so it's not MY job to clean em up. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't be complaining...(who do you think's been closing? *evil grin*)
Next the carrots. The aforementioned/alluded-to person who's been closing most days the past couple weeks made an mistake that my boss actually made fun of him for, right in front of me! The co-worker allowed himself to be persuade to buy some super expensive carrots instead of our normal ones when he was on the phone ordering our produce handbill. My boss was waving his arms around, pacing back and forth, and calling him a "push-over," and someone who was "completely taken advantage of." Nothing like seeing the sinner in hell...
A Time to Die
After some pretty extensive biblical and online research, I finally found the "psalm" that I was thinking of as I was trying to ruthlessly murder a raccoon at the park the other day for my grandpa's birthday party. Contrary to previous personal and public opinion, this comes out of the Book of Ecclesiastes (Ecc. 3:1-8).
"There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every affair under the heavens.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plants, and a time to uproot the plant.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A tiem to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace."
Does anyone else find themselves fitting events of this year into this with surprising clarity? And, on a separate note, does anyone know if the last line "...a time of war, and a time of peace." was the source of Tolstoy's title for War and Peace?
The End of Life as We Know It
Crunch time, folks. Three weeks for myself and a couple others, two weeks for a couple more, and only one week for another. Do you realize what you can do in the next four years? New friends will fill your time, your entire social class can change, you could even totally change your future job plans. Yet, not one of us is freaking out. And if you are? Don't tell me, I don't wanna know.
Just kidding. I know we'll all be there for each other (or as "there" as you can be 150 miles away) - maybe that's why we're not concerned. So while I'm thinking along these lines, here's a couple things you might want to remember. My email address at Marian (since I won't be able to access AOL) is joshuah@marian.edu, and my personal phone number is (317) 955-6741 (I say personal because I know some campuses have students share a phone; at Marian, however, we each have our own on separate lines).
Hope your eyes don't hurt too badly from all of that reading. :-)
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