I got my first speeding ticket yesterday. I was driving my roommate to the airport, using her car. And you know how some cars are just easy to speed in? Her adorable little Ford Focus is just meant to be zipped around in. I saw the cop and braked a little bit, and he still clocked me at 83 mph in a 70 mph zone. Oooooops. He wrote the ticket for only 5 over the limit though, which was very nice of him. That means no points on my license, which is a bonus. But it still means a $100 ticket.

As I lay in my bed last night trying to sleep, I got to thinking about cops. Isn't it a little funny that we hire these people to make us pay fairly sizable chunks of money if we don't follow the rules? I remember sitting in our minibus driving through the streets of Guatemala where there wasn't so much as a stop sign. It was a little crazy, sure. But they seemed to get along just fine without highway patrolmen lurking behind obstructions. Crime and punishment, man.

It's Friday, once again. And I haven't had ANY coffee today. That's how high my spirits are! We leave for Pellston, MI at 7:00 this evening. The waiting for a little vacation is always the hardest.

I don't ever want to be a supervisor again. I know that for sure. As I search for a job in the future, I don't want to be in charge of anyone. Because when it's good, it's good. When you have smart, rational, sociable people working under you, it's all gravy. But when it's bad... it's bad. Really bad. I'm talking awkward interactions at every turn and general discomfort. And I'm not nearly big-hearted enough or outgoing enough to overcome this sort of thing.

Here's to sunburns and drinks on the beach this weekend.