So, again, it’s been a while. I really wish I could do this more often, but with Nanook Notes, and a summer class, I just find it hard to find the time. The only reason I can really be on here now is that I don’t have a reading assignment for class today. Who’da thunk it? Summer classes take up more time than regular classes! Absurd!
Anyways, I’ve finally started riding my bike around. Well, actually, I finally got a bike to ride around. Jake and I went to the Sustainable Campus Task Force (SCTF) bike workshop and found an oooold Schwinn. It’s one of those dorky ones with the curvy handlebars (not like a race bike), fenders and a rack on the back. It’s pretty sweet though. It started out as a “loaner” but Jake went and bought it yesterday. I think he loves it a little more than I do. Later today I’m going to throw a basket on the back of it and take it to Fred Meyers for some shopping. I want my big old mama truck to sit around as long as possible.
Biking is fun. It costs less (say, $50 for the bike instead of half a tank of gas) and it actually doesn’t take too much longer to get anywhere that I need to go. The only pain is that to get anywhere, I have to go through at least 3 stoplights and an on-ramp. But it’s not too bad. I do want to pick up some of the trash along Chena Pump road by my house. It’s pretty yucky. But that also requires time.
Sometimes I feel like one of those “damn hippies” as some Alaskans call them. I forced my roommates into recycling cans. (Come on, 5 college students– that’s a lot of cans, before you even get into drinking soda). I want to clean up the road, and I bike to class every day. Very hippie-like, but within reason, I guess. I’m not going vegan anytime soon, you can count on that.
Yesterday was the first day I biked to work. I did learn a lesson: don’t bike to class, then work, and expect it to still be hot and sunny 10 hours later. I had to take all of my work clothes (including shoes) to class with me and didn’t think about/have room for a sweatshirt or raincoat. It was raining when we got out, and I had a. work clothes, and b. tank top. Luckily, my friend gave me (and the bussers, who all ride bikes also) a ride home. Yay. I will be stashing a raincoat in my backpack now though, and probably a sweatshirt.
The job. So I’m a night waitress at a hotel/lodge of a tour company (who needs names? really? if you know me, you know where I work). It’s been alright so far. Tips are… good…ish. We have a lot of very average nights. By average, I mean I make about as much in tips as I do by the hour. That’s alright, but not too amazing. Some nights I’ll quadruple that, which is really nice, but those are the stressful nights.
I find myself saying the same things over and over to every table.
Me: Hello, my name is Kortnie and I’ll be your server tonight.
Diner: Well, that’s an interesting way to spell Kortnie (I have a nametag).
Me: Well, my parents had to make a compromise, my dad was stuck on a K name and my mom got to pick one she liked, so they went with Kortnie and spelled it with a K.
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Diner: So are you from here?
Me: Well, I grew up just north of Anchorage and came up here for school.
Diner: Oh, so you’re a real Alaskan, a native. You have a really beautiful state.
And it goes on and on. I do those two at least three times a night each, I’m sure. Anyways, it’s been pretty fun. I like most of the people I work with, and the others I can at least tolerate, so that’s always a plus. Most of my bussers are GREAT.
Well I’m out for now. I’m going to switch the laundry over. Lata