good god. i'm doing it again. and by "doing it again" i obviously mean making yet another futile attempt to revive this part of my life. it's not much, but it is what it is. here's the thing about keeping and maintaining a blawg...it's overly time consuming, especially for someone who is as lazy as me. i mean, i'm pretty much typing out of my ass right now.
anyway, the primary reason i am resurrecting this otherwise neglected blawg is for more than one reason. a while ago (at least 10 months), a couple of people wondered why i had not updated this thing, and were eagerly awaiting newness. also, i felt like i could actually keep up with the demands of blawging this time 'round, as i do from time to time. so here i am. and i think what i'm going to do is change it up a bit. while i still will offer the advice and commentary that only i can, i'm going to try and blawg about my experience with the group with which i work this summer, NYSP. the creative part of this is going to involve changing the names of these coworkers of mine to protect the ignorant. in essence, i'm going to attempt to tell a story, introducing a few characters at a time...god help us all...
let's start with me, wesley. i will, and always will be, wesley. as a sidenote, i truly cannot stand the ignorance that people display when they throw an extraneous "t" in the middle of my name. honestly, does anyone know anyone whose name sounds the same as mine but is spelled "westly" or the lesser respected "westley"? those are the folks who i always (for some strange reason) want to put in a headlock and take to the floor.
anyway, it's me, wesley. i never change my name because i feel like anything that happens to me is pretty much well deserved, be it good or bad. it is what it is. so...i arrived in winston-salem, nc from dallas on yesterday in the afternoon. i was tired, of course, and wanted to take a nap. when i made it to my room, i found that there was two of everything: two beds, two sets of bedsheets, two chairs, two dressers, and (the least promising) two sets of instructions for us. i thought to myself, "why are there two? i don't need but one." i put foolish thoughts aside and took a nap. imagine my surprise when i woke up to another person in the same room. were these people at NYSP giving us roommates? really? are we being taken back to those days? of all the people it could possibly have been, it was (insert dramatic drumroll) "jerome," who just happens to be my real life coworker and not the worst person in the world. we have a strange relationship, him and me. we don't really speak outside of work, but there is a weird thing where we have to make each other laugh. it's like a contest where we're trying to find that one thing that's going to make the other person literally rupture a blood vessel from laughing so hard. it's great. jerome is brilliant.
and thank goodness, because there is a whole cast of characters, any of which could have been my roommate. i don't want to overwhelm your mind with everyone, so i'll hold off on that for now. meanwhile, i was relieved about jerome. i had always been under the impression that no one was going to come back this year, leaving me all alone. i'm a loner. surprise, surprise, almost everyone from last year is back again with all of their crazy antics. yesterday evening, in addition to jerome, i was (and i use this term loosely...i'll explain after this sentence) greeted by "stallone" (the country girl from down the street and around the corner) and "allie" (who's fallen victim to the dreaded 'chris jones' syndrome...explain later). i used the word "greeted" loosely because technically i wasn't greeted by either of them. i just happened to be in the room and they were all over jerome, and then a sneer of a smile sent my way. poo on them. i'm passive aggressive. and so the rest of the nite went. jerome is very popular with these people; i am not. shit happens. in came "kenan" (the height-challenged comic relief) and "kel" (kenan's giant friend...well at least to him...who scares me), who talked to jerome for at least seven minutes before acknowledging my presence. come on. i'm not that socially awkward...not all the time. long story short: i faded away quietly into obscurity and dreamed fantastic dreams.
next time: the introduction of more inane characters, and the beginning of training (which is what we do before the kids arrive), as well as a better description of what the hell i'm doing here for those who are not in the know.
peas out,
-w
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