A good birthday

So it was my birthday yesterday. I know, the fourth of July! Most people react with shock and amazement, but I kinda got used to it so its pretty normal. I've spent my birthday al over the world because it's right in midsummer, and this one was a relaxed day at home, with my family. I got a new computer, many beautiful flowers, iPod speakers, pants, and tons of pens and a watch. It was a nice birthday, with a sunny day and a nice lunch followed by my favorite food in the world: ice cream. Then at night there were tons of fireworks and I was sooo happy on my day it was all great.

Today tha fantasy was over and I had to back to work where I had to check that every book in the store had the security tag to make sure no one stole any books, which people will still be doing. On top of that I had to help the most odious old woman ever, who rushed in and shouted at me for half an hour while I showed her every book we had for her grand daughter's birthday she'd forgotten about. She didn't like anything and she kept hollering "You have to find me something for her!" from a chair while I rushed around showing her a gazillion books, agendas, puzzles, and other stuff. I then proceeded to pack what she had gudgingly acceptd to buy, only to have her tell me that the package was terrible and that I should do it again. The customer is not really, but figurativly, always right, so all I could do was throw the paper in the trash and wrap it all again. This time I stuffed it in a bag before giving it to her so she wouldn't see i and complain. After that I had to clean, and I came here to write to my loyal (although also non existant until now) readers. Sadly, I have to go eat, so I'll check back in tomorrow to report on more mishaps of my work on a Sunday that I wish to be home.

xoxo,

jen coop

Boooooring

Booored. That is the only word I can use to describe my feelings right now. Nothing interesting at work...just the same picky people that want a book, they don't know which one or about what, and they don't like any of the ones I show them. It's like if they think I can read their minds, and that I can do so in less than 10 minutes. But of course, I can't. And so I spend most of my day fetching for books that no one wants and satnding around while I dust bookshelves and try to read some books. Well I actually have nothing to say so I'm gonna log off, but I just wanted to write something to stay updated. Before I leave I just wanted to state this simple rule that I have deducted from expirience and plain pesimistic attitude:

1) No summer is the summer of your dreams. It is impossible to have that summer you dream off: the one in the beach, with your magically slimed body, your flawless skin, the wavy hair, the nice bikini, all your friends, party's, and the guy. It just dosn't happen. Unless it happenes to other people, and if that's the case, please write and tell me all about it because I'm convinced I won't be living that expirience.

xoxo,

jen coop

Deeply sorry and crimson

I know I´ve disapointed you and I'm sorry. Ok, I've disapointed myself, and probably no one else because nobody is following my stinky summer blog. But anyway ´'m going to pretend that in some remote corner of the world, a girls my age (teenager) has nothing to do and stumbles across this sorry blog, and is waiting to hear about my sorry events, which I have, of course, not posted. The reason is that I follow thorugh very little of the things I say I'm gonna do. For example, for two weeks now I have had this terrible mess on my desk and I promise myself very night that the next ,orning while I wait and watch bad TV till I go to work I will clean up the assortment of brochures, magazines, pens, books, etc. that litter my mohagony desk. However, it is still there, growing conspicuosly every day reminding me of my falky way of procrastinating.

Anyway, I had said I would post every day and I havent, but from now on I will try my best. So pretty much nothing big and embarissing has happened yet at the bookstore. Yes on my first day I did spill a water pitcher on the register (it survived, and so did I!) and I dropped an expensive painting as I was carrying it around to hang. A really cute guy walked in and asked for a book, and I (after cheking the computer) assured him that we did not have it. My very pretty coworker, who has been working there for a year now was standing behind me, and as I falunted what I hoped was a charming confident smile she told him that I was mistaken, and that the book was upstairs. As my skin turned the color of a nice sunset in LA she went upstirs with the boy and came back down gigglingn and giddy because he had sked her for her number. Another day I re-dropped the painting as I was taking it down, followed by a nasty display of a coughing fit that resembled ashma at the front of the store that I'm positive repelled some customers. I have been told to speak louder, softer, to spell correctly, to hold things tighter, but really no terible expirience has yet encountered me. So I guess you're lucky, because I can just feel all that bad luck that was bound to happen acumulating, and I know it will not end good.

I actually have to go now, maybe get some sleep and tomorrow I might actually find the right book for once, but I promise my readers (that I'm pretty sure don't exist yet YET being the opperative word here and what is keeping me hopefull) and myself that I will post tomorrow, a day in which the starts and planets are aligned to make my day hell (I checked the horoscopes on that).

Please keep coming and reading because you are the only hope that I do something productive this summer.

xoxo,

jen coop

A day full of speeches (I can just see it ahead of me)

'Morning to all. I know what you're thinking: who on earth would blog at 6 am? Well that would be me. I actually do tons of stuff at 6 am or earlier. I work my best in the early hours of the day. However it is not my choice to be up so early today. I have to be at my brother's elementary graduation by 8:30 and I had some spare time after I got ready. So I'll sit down and notice that around me there will be no one under 30, except me of course. Every one else will be intently listen to the boring speeches, happily waiting for their son's or daughter's names to be called, taking pictures, and I will be sitting down staring at my not no so nice pair of small heels wishing that I could be barefoot, playing volley ball in a beach in the Bahamas. Don't we all? Unless of course you are one of those people who has it all, and is sitting in a white beach, watching the people scuba diving, and waving to your boyfriend as he surfs by. (Not that I have anything against you). Anyway, by the time that is done I will have to rush home, change into attire more appropriate for work (my first day at the small bookstore) and rush off again. There I'm supposed to ask the "boss" what I will be earning. How am I supposed to that? I can't walk in and be all like "Hi. I'm Mariana, so before I do anything I wanted to know how much I’ll be getting and paid and what. Oh okay thanks!" It's not like I don't want to know, I'm dying to, but it just seems so weird to walk up to whoever is barking orders at me and ask them. After much of the afternoon (which will probably be spent cleaning bathrooms and windows as I was told in my interview I would be asked to do, yay!) there will be a book launch event, one which I will have to presence with my mom there. Yep, she's gonna be there, waving and talking to people while she watches me to see what I have to do. The author is her best friend so I was kind of expecting to see her there anyway. What does the event mean: more boring speeches! I can just see the day now: Blah, blah, blah, do this, do that, blah, blah...

But hey, I can't go into this with a pessimistic mind set. I won't. Maybe I will enjoy cleaning dirty toilets and showing people around a small bookstore, after patiently having to say to millions of parents I don't know, and kids I don't care about. Well, I gotta go put caffeine in all my drinks and eat lots of sugar, but don't worry, blogging is the only thing keeping me from complete and utter boredom, so I will be back tonight with 411 on the actual events of the day, rather than the predicted ones.

xoxo,

jen coop

Summer has begun

Hey Everyone! Well I have officially decided to start my blog today, the day before summer starts. Ok, so I'm lying. Summer started last Friday, the 13th, for me (huh? what does that say about this summer...), but the rest of the school is really still on, I just happened to have my last exam on Friday with the rest of my grade. For those who are wondering I'm a freshmen at high school, a perfect age for a lot of fun and a wild summer. I however don't expect mine to be so over the top. I'm being pessimistic, you would think, or maybe annoying. And the truth is that I very possibly am. But how much fun can it be spending the whole summer in my town working at the small local bookstore. I love books, I read all the time, and I adore the idea f having some extra spending money, but that as my whole summer? However I bet its not going to be a dull one, at least not for my readers. Knowing my luck, and trust me, I do, I will encounter innumerable awkward situations, many embarrassing moments, and more than enough stupid events that will make me wish the earth would swallow me whole and you crack up. But back to the story on why I started the blog today. I start my job tomorrow at noon, with a big book launch event. Nice time to get to know the place and the people I will be working with. Any mistake I make (and it is very likely I make a couple) tons of people will be around to see it. Before this I had two days of summer (not counting the weekend because by then it still felt like I was in school) and all I've done is been at several goodbye parties for 5 of my friends that are leaving for good:(. All, as i expected, were uneventful. I hope I can say the same about this summer in August, except if I can account for anything good, but I probably won't be able to.

So ready or not, here we go, into the very possibly embarrassingly dull summer that lies ahead!

xoxo,

jen coop