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Getting lost makes me feel ashfishsihfasjshd ngklea sometimes.

Yesterday was my first shift at my new job at the college bookstore. It went pretty great! I like being a cashier a whole lot more than organizing the same bin of bras the fifth time that hour. Ringing up customers text books made me excited to go get mine and start the learning. I probably won't be feeling that way in a few weeks though haha. I'm nowhere close to getting the hang of the cash register yet, but I know how to answer most questions. (You usually just send them to the book section and make the people over there deal with it.) The only time I was completely confused was when a guy came in and asked me for directions to another city. I didn't know being a gps was expected. Over all a great day.

Then today happened. Today I wasn't even officially working, I had a mandatory sexual harassment and work place violence meeting. Woo! Sounds fun huh? I showed up ten minutes early, clocked in, then was told to head to the North Classrooms. I looked around and there was one other guy who was headed to the North classroom. Not wanting to seem creepy I asked him if he was going to the meeting. He said nope, I'm going to orientation.

Great.

So I walked out of the building. I'd seen the north classrooms before. It hadn't seemed that far. I started walking. A guy with political flyers stopped me. Not wanting to seem rude, I pretended to listen while scanning the buildings around. None of them said North on them. The guy asked me something, and I said uh huh. Apparently I'd just signed up to help in some old dude's campaign. I told the guy I was late and ran off with a flyer.

Still lost, I kept walking. I asked a different political person for directions. I went that way. Still no north building. I kept walking, trusting those political people. Yeah. I ended up at the bestby's college, which is THE EXACT OPPOSITE DIRECTION from the north building. Late, hot, sweaty, I turn around and start running the other way. I saw some very interesting people on that run. By now I'm starting to freak out. When I get back to where I'd started I look around desperately for the north building, or a map, or something. I start walking one way and end up in a parking garage. Definitely not the right way.

When I finally find a map, I have the bestby on the phone trying to quietly describe to him where I am, embarrassed at how lost I am. He tells me to find a map. I stare at the map seeing the you are here sticker. That's cool. That sticker is preeetttyyy far away from the north building. Plus, I have no idea how to read the map. I just start walking again. Find another map. Still not going the right way. Describing what I see to the bestby. Him telling me I'm going the wrong way.

When I finally found the north building I was crying and considering just going home. I went into the meeting. When I walked back with the rest of the employees I wanted to cry again seeing how close I'd been to the North building. Sigh.

After getting lost and a long day it was just so go jdaojfosagnn odam foaskd. I cried some more and now I'm going to bed. Everything's changing. There's nothing I can do about it. So I'll wake up tomorrow and try again.

This quote made me smile. Fairy tales are more than true. Not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beat.

Definitely going on the quote board.
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  1. SamaraAugust 8, 2012 at 9:11 PM

    Yeah, I have a similar getting-lost experience with campus. I'll tell you at church or institute :) If you ever can't find a building again, please call me. I know that campus, now, like the back of my hand. In fact, you don't even need to try to find it and start getting lost. If you don't know where it is, call or text me. I will happily help you.
    Also, way awesome quote. I love it. A lot.

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