First statement: I love my job.


Really. I've got a good job, the pay is less than desirable but it's not like I'm making house payments, I'm just saving for college this fall. I get up, eat breakfast, get to work by 8:30 (most of the time the gate is still closed), tidy up the gift shop, and then get dressed and run to the village to give tours when the first customer shows up. When the day is over I go back up top and change out and leave. VERY LOW STRESS. I like. I have a great resume now thanks to this job (Photoshop AND flint knapping, say what?!) And I really like all the people that I work with (with the exception of one but he's such a black sheep he's just very pitiful.)

I get to meet crazy people (mostly from Ohio, Florida, or West Virginia but some from other countries). Take for example yesterday: We had some people come in that looked like they were Natives and/or hippies. The guides were all in the back room when we hear this piercing flute music. There is a four second pause where we all look at each other and then simultaneously stand up and run into the gift shop. One of the visitors is playing a flute from the gift shop (we're all like " :O " because none of us can play those worth crap) and he then gives a brief lesson on flute playing and tells the legend of how the indians learned music. A synopsis would be like this: "Woodpecker asked Grandfather Cedar for a branch to make a flute to get this poor guy laid because this chick didn't want anything to do with him."

And then after that we had a bunch of people come in and we sat and talked FOREVER because some people are really chatty. After that there was an impromptu clay-fight and before that was Gourd-ball.

That's why my job kicks ass.

By far am I professional gardener. I have however, managed to get some red corn, peppers, nasturtium, sunflowers, and birdhouse gourds to sprout. (Purdy red flower is a nasturtium) This morning I'm standing in the backyard with my mom when I hear a stomping (which I at first took for deer running away) and then I saw a swish of black hair from behind a tree in the front yard. So either a lost horse or a cow has wandered into the front yard and I had missed it up until this point. I tell Mom and she asks me to get a picture for her co-workers in Richmond because they would get a kick out of this. I find a camera and as I start filming the guy who has lost his cows shows up and they start running around (it turns out there was atleast seven or eight of them.) The cows leave and this is all very amusing UNTIL I FIND MY GARDEN AND DISCOVER THE DAMN COWS HAVE EATEN MY CORN. DAMN YOU COOOOOWWWSSSS! :(