So, I go to take Carlos to swimming lessons yesterday, and they apparently don't have him signed up (this is only the second time this summer they've done this to me ... aaargh!). I go to talk to the lady (actually, teenie bopper) and notice a tall, somewhat slender Asian next to me. Looks vaguely familiar, but I honestly can't place him, so I just chalk it up to my imagination.
Later, after Carlos gets placed in a class, he approaches me, kind of points to me, and says, "You look familiar. ... Camilla? ... Camela? ..." I'm like in shock. He knows my name--well, almost. So it wasn't my imagination. We do know each other. Before I tell him my name, I'm frantically attempting to replay every moment of the last ten or twelve years of my life to figure out how I know him. I'm actually embarrassed that he knows me and I don't remember enough about him to place him in my life.
So I finally take pity on him and tell him my name. Then I had to ask him his name (how embarrassing). And I still can't place him even with the name. So I had to ask, "Where do we know each other from?" and he says, "Campus Corner."
OH MY GOSH!!! okay, let me explain. I worked my way through college (as in I worked 40-50 hours per week). When I transfered to UCLA in the Spring of 1989, I desperately needed a job. Then I found out that if you work in food service (a.k.a. fast food joints) on campus you get 1 free food coupon for every two hours you work. For a desperate, self-supporting student, this is literally almost better than gold. So I applied, and got the job at a fast food joint called "Campus Corner." I worked there from Spring 1989 until the Fall of 1994 (when I had Ashley), minus the year I went to France. I saw tons of college students come and go. They let me work full time, so I knew everyone on staff there. He worked there in the first two years that I was there. I have gained a ton of weight since then, and he still recognized me.
We chatted quite a while and chatted more today. Honestly, that was a total YUCK job. Humiliating many times. A total grease pit. It was hard work (cleaning grills, mopping the greasy floor, doing dishes all day, lugging heavy boxes of food, taking a large, disgusting-smelling trash carrier down the middle of the main walkway at UCLA to the main dumpster, and I could go on and on). But that was truly, hands down, the FUNNEST job I ever had (and I'm aware that that may not actually be a word). The variety of people I worked with was amazing; their antics were just hilarious; in short, the people I worked with made the job so much fun. That was the job that started the process of me coming out of my shell. We chatted about the other supervisors we hung out with. The fun things we did with them. Their quirks.
... and he's a graphic design major. So I'm going to start asking him Photoshop and design questions. Maybe if I just ask him one or two a day he won't mind (?!). It's kind of funny because he totally looks like this ultra-conservative, straight-laced Asian, but he works for "Low Rider" Magazine. Thought that was interesting. And he uses Photoshop every day. Lucky him :)
I'm just so excited right now! I just couldn't resist posting right now even though I have a ton of things I should be doing. So I'll sign off now and be productive *grimace* :-/
Later, after Carlos gets placed in a class, he approaches me, kind of points to me, and says, "You look familiar. ... Camilla? ... Camela? ..." I'm like in shock. He knows my name--well, almost. So it wasn't my imagination. We do know each other. Before I tell him my name, I'm frantically attempting to replay every moment of the last ten or twelve years of my life to figure out how I know him. I'm actually embarrassed that he knows me and I don't remember enough about him to place him in my life.
So I finally take pity on him and tell him my name. Then I had to ask him his name (how embarrassing). And I still can't place him even with the name. So I had to ask, "Where do we know each other from?" and he says, "Campus Corner."
OH MY GOSH!!! okay, let me explain. I worked my way through college (as in I worked 40-50 hours per week). When I transfered to UCLA in the Spring of 1989, I desperately needed a job. Then I found out that if you work in food service (a.k.a. fast food joints) on campus you get 1 free food coupon for every two hours you work. For a desperate, self-supporting student, this is literally almost better than gold. So I applied, and got the job at a fast food joint called "Campus Corner." I worked there from Spring 1989 until the Fall of 1994 (when I had Ashley), minus the year I went to France. I saw tons of college students come and go. They let me work full time, so I knew everyone on staff there. He worked there in the first two years that I was there. I have gained a ton of weight since then, and he still recognized me.
We chatted quite a while and chatted more today. Honestly, that was a total YUCK job. Humiliating many times. A total grease pit. It was hard work (cleaning grills, mopping the greasy floor, doing dishes all day, lugging heavy boxes of food, taking a large, disgusting-smelling trash carrier down the middle of the main walkway at UCLA to the main dumpster, and I could go on and on). But that was truly, hands down, the FUNNEST job I ever had (and I'm aware that that may not actually be a word). The variety of people I worked with was amazing; their antics were just hilarious; in short, the people I worked with made the job so much fun. That was the job that started the process of me coming out of my shell. We chatted about the other supervisors we hung out with. The fun things we did with them. Their quirks.
... and he's a graphic design major. So I'm going to start asking him Photoshop and design questions. Maybe if I just ask him one or two a day he won't mind (?!). It's kind of funny because he totally looks like this ultra-conservative, straight-laced Asian, but he works for "Low Rider" Magazine. Thought that was interesting. And he uses Photoshop every day. Lucky him :)
I'm just so excited right now! I just couldn't resist posting right now even though I have a ton of things I should be doing. So I'll sign off now and be productive *grimace* :-/
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