I give my boss terrible grief.
I do not think I will be asking her for any reccomendations.
Little worried she hates me.

I make her sigh with my youthful antics.

Today, I was informed that I will someday be made to sigh by younger folks.
Perhaps.
But I also, I think, will laugh.
And maybe not be an editor of programs, as my eye for detail is ... not.

I keep running into Eliana and Jordy around campus.  They like me better than their other babysitter, but it's mostly becuase I don't sit as often, so I'm more fun.

I think if I ever work at Interlochen again, I might try to get a nanny job instead of working at the camp.
And I'm going to try to babysit as much as possible this fall -- as much as is managable, of course.
So that possibly I can be a musician next summer and not a working -- or even a working musician?  Maybe not?

My coworker is being let out early -- I'm not good with not having her hate me.  Woo Hoo!
She'll have me stay anouther hour.  Maybe next week I'll try to come in on time.
Or maybe I won't -- it's not terribly important that I be here -- though it is somewhat important that I don't be hated by my boss.

Ridiculous ramblings.