Alice hates ...

I had to go to lame-lame-lame-lame Camp State Press. Which is really just a two-day excuse to exercise control over their new staffers. Which means me.

It was so lame! Six hours of forced social interaction. "Started" at 10. So I stroll in at 10 a.m. on the dot (as I told Marcia, I definetly don't want these people getting used to the idea of me being early. It's on time, or more frequently, late) Stroll in, sit on their crappy couch, and wait for the magic. Only, the magic is delayed. By at least twenty minutes.

Enter forced social interaction #1: Jay Dee. (It's code. ;)

JayDee is a loser. JayDee is 26, and still floating around, on some sort of ten year plan for his liberal arts degree. Despite being woefully unhip, he's some sort of entertainment reporter. I'm laughing on the inside.

JayDee tries to make nice with me. Small talk for a bit, after which he says, "You know, I've been listening, and you and I are the only ones in the room who don't say 'like' every other word."

That may have been true. I'm not sure. But the point is, his plan for bonding was to insult everyone else? Lame. I shrug. Which, of course, is followed with the natural question:

"I'm 26. How old are you?"

Clearly, I was supposed to interpret that first comment as, "Hey. You seem mature and cool. Let's be friends." Too bad. I'm six years younger than this douche and almost done with school.


Since there's clearly a lot of people I won't be making friends with, maybe I'll do a series on it. Profiles in disdain. Or something.