6/4/00
8:19 pm

Alright, it can't be that bad. Just some old guy...in a small maritime museum... bossing me around. What's the worse case scenario? What is a worst case scenario?? I'm thinking it's something like regards. Alotta people sign regards at the end of their letters, but they don't know what it means. Back on topic, the worse thing that could happen is that the old guy is really some crazy escaped convict intent on ruling the world with 3 packs of nutra-sweet. Highly unlikely. I've never been around any old person that wasn't related to me for more than half an hour. But this is 5 hours! Geez, I usually don't even wake up by 11. If this is going to work, I'm gonna have to think positive. Why am I doing this? 1. I need my hours. 2. If I don't, what else am I gonna do? 3. If I don't, I probably won't be allowed to do anything else...for the rest of the summer. That's not great. But atleast I'm not strolling down the riverwalk to a maritime museum to sit in there with a 80 year old nut who was in every war imaginable for 5 hours because it's one of my hobbies. Once I get there, it'll be ok. He'll make me polish the glass on the cases or something. Sweep the floor? Answer the phone? Who calls a maritime museum on a Monday morning in the summer anyways... Wait- how is this helping the community??

6/4/00
8:30 pm

EEK! What am I going to wear?? If I dress up, I'll probably end up having to pick up trash around the place. If I don't, I'll probably have to be a tour guide or something and they'll think I look like some kid who was forced into volunteering in some museum that they don't know a thing about. Oh, I am one of those. Maritime museum...what is that? Boats and stuff? If there's a buncha old war guys working in it, it must be something to do with the navy. Maybe I should wear my old media mates hat...nah not on the first day. This is just too taxing on me. It's just volunteer work. 11-3:30...every Monday...for a long, long time. I need some ice cream.

6/4/00
9:02 pm

Alright, it's time to try not thinking about the situation. I'll get it all figured out in the morning. And until then, I'll think of nice things, like rainbows and flowers.

6/12/00
9:48 pm

It's been 2 long weeks, with 2 long Monday's of.....here it comes....OFFICE WORK! I was expecting windows and glass cases. But, instead, my hands hurt from filing, counting, labeling, writing, stacking, packing, cracking, whatever. It's just.....taxing. Well, I only have one more week to go before vacation. But there was one thing scary about today. There's 2 old salts right? Well, one sits in the front and doesn't make me do anything, and one is the office work demon that puts me in a room filled with "Practical Sailor" magazines and says "Have fun!" Well, that one asked me if I would be interested in coming more than once a week. "Well....I dunno...I'm kinda...uh...busy?" Well, I hope he doesn't tell my dad of his offer, He'd make me go 7 days a darn week. "We could get her there at 7 if ya want her!" ...Right.

7/10/00
9:23 pm
Well I just got back from my week long vacation, and fortunately, I'm going away for 2 weeks on Sunday. Today was a long day.....I put yellow stickers on every single book in that library. The weeks before I had spent hours putting stickers inside them. And putting stickers on the shelves. And putting more stickers on the donations. If you know anyone who needs stickers put on things, I'd be glad to help. Anyways I'm always meeting new museum bigwigs who come in to take a look. I get bragged about, they look at my stickers, say oh what a nice young lady, stuff like that. Today we had alot of traffic. Not of paying museum visitors of course, but of the admiring maritime society members. Ha, whenever any potential visitors come in, they leave when Roy says "'Scuse me, there's a 2 dollar entrance fee." There have been 2 cases of this. Some Mexicans came in once and I thought they were going to rob us. but they were really just nice people who didn't think the piles of junk with stickers on them was worth 2 whole dollars.

7/10/00
9:30 pm
I'm putting this as two entries because it looks too long. One of the old guys who came in today to look around really lifted my spirits. He called me "beautiful" and "lovely". I know he's just some old salt probably with failing eyesight, but no one has ever called me "lovely". And no guys have ever called me "beautiful" except my cousin Joel. So I felt special. "Hey dave, didn't know you were keeping a pretty girl back here!" It was all about me. Hehe. There was a really crazy looking guy who came in carrying a chihuahua. His name was Fred and he was pretty nice. "This is Squeaky, my helper." I smile, and nod as usual. I was making stickers for Dave to put on the ship models at the time. Dave sees Squeaky, bends down, and says "Eat a burrito! EAT A BURRITO!" I don't think Fred know what in tarnation he was talking about, but I thought it was pretty funny. Then all of them were gathered around the answering machine trying to fix it. I'm not sure if they had answering machines back in the fifties, but if they did, they fooled me.

7/10/00
9:37 pm
There's a old sign in the library/office/bathroom (it's quite small) that says "Street girls bringing sailors into hotel must pay for room in advance." That's all.