the job that wouldn't die... 6/20/2001
So, two years ago, I was a camp counselor. It sucked. Not that I didn't like the kids. I did. They were cool. Well, they were as cool as one can be in middle school. They amused me. We'll put it that way. Anyway, they got ahold of my screen name (2 of them are related to the people who ran the camp, who have my email address...) and for a while they were all messaging me all the time. It was a little frustrating. None of them seemed to understand the concept of an away message. Anyway, 2 years later, only 2 of them ever message me, and it's pretty infrequent. One of them is now drunk, so he comes to me for advice.
Kiddie: oh guess what

Me: what?

Me: chicken butt?

Kiddie: i had to much to drink hehe that ryhmes

Me: hmm

Me: where were you drinking?

Kiddie: well i had 2 kahula skrews and 3 tequilas

Me: 3 shots?

Kiddie: yeah hehe

Me: oh dear

Kiddie: im so happy haha thats fubnny

Me: you sound happy

Kiddie: ppphhhh this is to cool

Me: are you at a party?

Kiddie: i was yeah haha

Kiddie: is there anything that gets rid of the effect that im feeling now other than mroe drink

Me: what effect?

Me: are you not feeling well?

Kiddie: the sudden blackouts and the stomach aches and headache

Me: oh dear

Me: yes

Me: drink water

Me: lots of water

Me: and eat bread

Kiddie: why?

Me: Because it will make you feel better. (hopefully)

Kiddie: good good i like thta

Kiddie: good idea

Me: otherwise, you just have to wait until (if) you throw up

Kiddie: oh thats not good

Me: no

Kiddie: wait new problem

Kiddie: why is everything like spinning

Me: umm...you're drunk

Me: that's why

Kiddie: oh got it

Me: the spinning is what makes you throw up, dear

Kiddie: oh i see now uh oh

Me: you ok?

Kiddie: kinda

Me: drink some water

Kiddie: okay

*sigh*

In better news, I got some freelance work today. *yay* I get $25/hr, which is pretty exciting.