Sorry about that. I’m over-emotional right now and easily frustrated. Just tired and, well, nevermind.
Anyways, I wrote up this post about how I knew what was going on behind the scenes on the island. I’m not going to talk about it, but I did want to say that I’m not in on any of it, though I know very well most of what’s going on. At least, what’s going on among the young summer-employee crowd.
I love my apartment, it’s spacious and the only problem is the fact that all of the floors are bare. Except my room’s. I have the only rug in the entire place in my room. Not my fault, it was there when I arrived, but still. I wish I could put it in the living room, but my bed is on it.
Mama Tienne is my roommate, Corrina’s, mom and I call her that because she takes care of us, her workers, like her own kids. She’s great. I adore her. Corrina has taken me under her wing and we’re really close. We’re honest with each other, telling one another “I’m bitchy” when we’re not in a great mood or whatever. We also work great together in the shop, whereas I have trouble with Kayla (my other roommate) because she’s always where I need to be and it’s harder to move around her. That’s not due to body size or anything, it’s just the way she positions herself in the shop. I should know because she’s smaller than I am and I can situate myself in a spot behind the showcase where people can get around me, but I can still do what I need to do. I don’t see much of Michelle (the current ‘new girl’), so I don’t have much of an opinion of her yet.
I got a tip of $3.10 today! I know, that’s not a lot, but for a job where you rarely get tips, getting one is exciting. It was at the end of my shift and this guy asked if we took tips. I was startled since I hadn’t expected one and I blurted an affirmative. He gave me two dollars out of the change I’d given him and then the couple after him gave me the other dollar and ten cents. I was high with joy when I walked over to the main shop to punch out. Of course me, being who I am, I didn’t stay up in the empty apartment for long. I went back down and sat out Corrina’s last hour and a half with her, chattering with her and the customers that came in. Don’t worry, nobody minded, I work there myself and we all do it.
Anyways, this time I’m really going to bed. Sorry for the rough post before.
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Momma · June 28, 2009 at 9:25 am
You are being a very wise girl. You can know but you don’t have to do! Right? Here is hoping that things will even out a little for you. Try to keep an honest and level head about you. Love you Gram!
Country Bumpkin · July 1, 2009 at 12:26 am
Hey Sweetie!! Glad to hear that things are going better. Email me your address – I heard you need care packages.
Miss you tons!! Can’t wait to see you in the fall.
Love ya!!
PS Ditto to what Gram wrote to you!!
Momma · July 18, 2009 at 7:35 am
Are you still ok?