The Rest of My Summer and some other things

As I promised, yes I have come out of my hiatus and returned. I realize that my 5 month break probably didn't help me in keeping any of the few readers that I did have. So here's to finding new readers. Since the last thing I talked about was returning home after my first year of college, I guess I should pick it up from there.

Here's a timeline of my summer:
May 5th - roughly the beginning of July: I worked at a semi-cool job, making pretty shitty money, while not doing a lot of associating with my friends from home. I worked at a cashier at a local grocery store. It is kind of cool, except for the whole part where I have to deal with the customers. Now don't get me wrong, there are some cool customers. But mostly they are dicks. I'll break down the comparisons a little more:

• The elderly- most are regulars which I got to know. But this wasn't always a good thing. There are the cool ass old guys who seem like they would be the coolest grandpas and then there would be the "I-hate-technology-and-everything-new-and-especially-refrain-from-being-a-decent human-being type of old guys. Guys who bitch about credit cards, and ATM machines, and then take 15 minutes to find enough cash in their massive wallets. They don't mind wasting other people's time and more than likely, the do it for pleasure. Sick bastards they are
• the middle aged (30-50)- this is where you find the psychotic coupon lovers. Most of them are women but I have seen a few guys do it too. Anyways, they scour every goddamn newspaper they can find and snip every single coupon from them. It doesn't matter if the coupon is for a free car wash in December, they will cut it out. Along with the coupons, they know exactly how much their items cost. And they have me slow down to make sure the computer or I don't make a mistake. Like I could ever do such a thing. I swear to Him, this one lady brought in over 3o coupons one time. By the time I scanned them all, the store owed her money. Then there are the people who bring their kids with. You can tell that these people envy me and my carefree life. They try to chat a little bit with me but it's hard when they have Hannah, Brett, and Timmy tugging on their legs and trying to get them to buy candy. It's pretty much in and out for them. Well, unless they have coupons.
• the rest- these are the hot bitches, the little kids who pay in change, the college kids, the groups of 17 friends who all find it necessary to come inside for just one pack of gum.
  

So you see, being a cashier isn't all that its cracked up to be. Sure, we get to steal the change and some candy now and then, and I do get a 5% discount. But totally not worth it. Yet this is how I spent my summer working.

July 1-July 9: Easily the greatest week of the summer. I flew back to Akron and visited my friends from school for the week. Lots of sleeping, lots of alcohol, lots of fireworks, met some new friends, and maybe a few stories that I will no doubt never live down. But more on this trip another time.

July 10-pretty much the rest of the summer: Worked, slept, hung out with friends. Was supposed to go to Lollapalooza but never ended up buying tickets. Went to one Sox game with my sisters. They won. Had a good time at my block party. Drank beer and played flip cup in the street with my family and friends. And pretty much just waited for school to start up again.

August 24th: I came back to glorious Akron, Ohio. I moved into a new place. Met up with the friends I had missed. And drank some beers. I was back in the place I loved. And it felt good. Damn Good

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That was my summer, in a very short 6 or so paragraphs. I promise to add in some more details as time goes by. Until then, I have some things on my mind. First thing is static electricity. Now don't get me wrong here. Static electricity is fun if you use it to make a balloon stick to your head or a wall. Or if you purposely drag your feet on the carpet and then sneak upon a friend/coworker/little kid/teacher/girl you know from Facebook but she doesn't return your 'pokes' and shock them. I'm all for that. But when I wake up in the morning, shuffle my feet across the carpet, reach the door knob and feel a jolt of electricity, I am not happy. Especially when this happens to be at 8:37 am.
Another thing I don't like is being sick. If anyone has a cure for the common cold, I would love to hear it. There's nothing worse than trying to go to sleep but since your nose is clogged up, you have to breathe out your mouth. And then during the night, your mouth gets all dry and gets pretty uncomfortable. Also, your roommate is constantly snoring and your efforts to shake the bed (bunk beds) to wake him up fail. Truly nothing worse than that. Unless you wake up and get that shock of static electricity.