As of these past two days, I've not had a solid break time to just do nothing....gah. To put it in perspective, my Wednesday went something like this:
9-10am - Class
10-1 - Finally have some time to sleep
1-2 - Eat
2-3 - Class
3-4 - Door decorations due the next day
4-6 - Watch soccer game
6-7 - Lab
7-8 - Tom Brokaw
12-3am - Front desk
Then today went:
9-10 - Class
10-11 - Eat
11-3:15 - Class
3:15-4:30 - Do my part and get soda for the Honors Lounge
5-6:30 - Neuharth reception dinner
6:30-8:30 - Neuharth awards
8:30-11 - Doing more CA work because kids don't know basic manners...
12-3am - Front desk
Although, lots of these really do need to be explained. For instance, the soccer game. Totally didn't have to go, but Hot Canadian Bacon was playing, and it's kinda expected of him to do well....he actually did a lot better than I expected. It was really funny, for a while it was tied 2-2 and HCB thought that the game shouldn't have been that close. But there was one moment where they finally passed the ball to HCB, he's nearly tripped by another guy, and still manages to score. Whistle blows directly after to end the game. Coincidence much? I've no clue....but it was pretty awesome to watch! And plus we had three other CA staff members there, so it was nice just to watch them all play.
Then directly after my lab I went over to the MUC to listen to Tom Brokaw. I had just kinda wandered in, no clue really where to sit, so I just picked the very end of a row near the front. Turned out I was technically in the fifth row from the front, aka last row of reserved seating, and I didn't even have a ticket....but the lady standing right there let me stay, so it was pretty cool. And yes, Tom Brokaw was AMAZING to listen to!
Part of the reason why I had to say that I did my part with the soda was because I honestly don't know what else is actually getting done with Honors Association. They give me crap for not being able to respond to every damn email during the summer, but the past couple times I sent something to our HA president, she hasn't responded either. Not to mention I finally talked to her today face-to-face, and from the sounds of it they still have no idea what they're trying to organize. Seriously, I ask for them to make lists of who's in what committee, and they haven't bothered yet. I ask about elections and tunnel tours for Halloween that they did last year, and they haven't even thought about it. They can barely send out emails because we aren't using the actual HA email, we're going through Honors Program. So what have I done? Stocked the soda, and am now trying to get ahold of last year's president to ask about how to get tunnel tours started back up. Grrrrrrrr!
Not to mention someone decided to suggest Christina, Honors Association treasurer, to join our student advisory group with Dean Moen. I'm excited for advisory group to start back up, not so much with her, though. Speaking of people who won't keep up with HA goings-on, she said she'd take up on the lounge soda. Guess who isn't! Yayyyyyy... :/ Then on top of that, the meeting's on Monday at 4pm. Same day that I have staff meetings at 7. There's a Welcome Table dinner thing we're putting on at the community center. And Christina's got basically the same schedule between our meeting and sorority meetings. Knowing her, she'll try to fit in Welcome Table, and I just can't do that. So if anyone tries to give me crap about how she could do it, well I'm not going to make the mistake of pushing myself.
Once that was done I had to go to the reception dinner for the Neuharth award. A lot different from when they had Katie Couric, but most definitely for the better. I even got to shake Al Neuharth's hand! :D And I'd barely made it in too, I had to have Mr. Baldwin help get me in because I was a little past the sign-up deadline....but I can't help it that they've got Volante meetings the same time as my lab on Wednesdays, so I'm bound to miss out on some things. And I'm now assistant opinion editor, even though the job's not quite necessary. But our editor's Frank DePaula, and I don't know of many people who thought he'd be amazing at the job, lol. At least I'm there to help.
After that was the Neuharth award presentation deal, which was also very interesting. There was one row a couple rows up that had names on all the seats, the most reserved of the reserved seating. Well behind them was just more general reserved seating, so a couple friends from the Volante and such and I sat in the row right behind the names....so I was one row behind President Abbott and his wife on one side of me, and the other side Frank Vega's two sons. Vega was one of the award recipients. And the event was televised.....again. Soooo I'm pretty sure I ended up on SDPB tonight. I know they're repeating it Sunday at 1pm, so I'm going to talk myself into watching...but I'm scared. D:
Annnnd now on top of that, I've got new frustrations with trying to send emails about how I can't take on the Volante assignment for D-Days they gave me because I'm on duty every hour that's available, save for maybe two shifts that I'd have to fit in somewhere in my schedule. Not gonna happen sadly. :(
I'm not even going to try and get into the kids on my floor, I'd rather just forget about them sometimes....too much stress on top of everything else. :/
^ All of that was what I emailed to my mom (sans the use of HCB). The parents are getting pissed that I haven't been able to come back on the weekends, much less have the time for them to come down and visit me. But with everything that's going on, it's just too much sometimes. Then last night before I wrote the email, HCB was there for me to vent to about HA stuff. Which was nice of him to stand there and at least semi-pay attention, since he's got his own busy schedules. But as I told him, I'm starting to see how busy his schedule is and why he gets in a bad mood from it all. Grawr.
I really should go do work. Bulletin boards are due tonight and I haven't really started. I have an annotated bibliography due at midnight. HCB went Walmart shopping with Brookney about an hour ago for food, but as I'm about 95% sure that he seriously left at noon to make a quick stop at the bar before his duty officially starts.....well then. lol. But I really should work on the bulletin boards before it gets too late, plus I think Nikki's still working the Ritchie/O desk so I may not have to check out the programming room key. Yussssss....
Friday, October 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Quickie, #2
I made a realization today. After having one of the CAs (Terrance. His name's like a swear word.) asked me how I was able to tolerate Hot Canadian Bacon for longer than ten, fifteen minutes, I realized that HCB actually fits in quite well with my family. In fact, my family makes him pretty damn normal compared to them, lol. That would explain a lot, actually......
So to make HCB happy, I like to draw the Canadian flag next to his name. If I don't do it, he does it himself. But anyways, Laurel erased it last night and drew an American flag next to it with (temporary till he harasses someone) underneath it. It was actually quite amusing. But it was gone this morning, so I drew the Canadian flag again. :3
So to make HCB happy, I like to draw the Canadian flag next to his name. If I don't do it, he does it himself. But anyways, Laurel erased it last night and drew an American flag next to it with (temporary till he harasses someone) underneath it. It was actually quite amusing. But it was gone this morning, so I drew the Canadian flag again. :3
Monday, September 27, 2010
One Thing at a Time
Ohhh boy. Today was an interesting day. Besides the fact that I went to bed at 4:30 am working on compiling our group paper, I ended up procrastinating through most of the afternoon on it. I did get it done....around 10:30 tonight. And the other thing is, the Internet completely died at around 3 pm this afternoon. The only thing we were able to access was the USD website and our email, but any other outside sources? Nope. So when it came to turning in the paper, we were fucked because we had to use an outside source to turn it in. Well then! My solution was to email it to my Honors advisor, because he's one of the three professors we have in the class. He'll know which professor is actually responsible for grading it, and I at least made an effort to turn it in to someone, somehow.
Hot Canadian Bacon and us have started planning for Halloween already today. He's originally planned to be the Mad Hatter, but today he decided he's going to choose between that and Tony Stark. Problem is, Tony Stark would be too damn easy for him, why not make it interesting. We voted Mad Hatter, so then at around dinnertime we began a mental roster of who's who. It's a pretty elaborate plan actually, and as I claimed Alice, I'm on the lookout for some pretty sweet outfits....most likely will turn to Spirit Halloween or Amazon.com though, bahaha!
Probably this one, though: http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/alice-womens-costume/
Then later in the night, Laurel and Michelle started giving HCB crap for finding a girl. Blonde, tall enough for him, and most definitely 21, all traits he says he wants, although if she's the girl who can't tell the difference between know and no, then she's out. He got pretty pissed at them though and was adamant that it was all social, not a prospect, lulz. I'm inclined to believe him, because if it were serious, he'd tell someone, most likely me. That someone who knew the earliest was Dillon, and he's one of the CAs that gives HCB the most crap about being Canadian, so bad call there. Dillon would be the first to throw any and all information out there to use against him. Pffft.
I don't know why he puts up with it all sometimes, lol. He still insisted on coming out to the front desk somewhere around 1:30, which is normal, but with the way the others were making jabs at him...well then. I was surprisingly quiet compared to the rest of them tonight, too. Usually I'm one of the first to come up with a good one-liner, but meh, the rest were doing a pretty good job, no need to add more to the fire. I thought he had mumbled something about me being his new favorite when they were all trying to get information on the blonde girl, but I wasn't paying attention close enough to actually confirm that.
Does it honestly matter? Not really. With all the jabs made that Sarah's the first one he'd marry for American citizenship, they've made it clear it's a joke. Sarah wouldn't go for it, nope nope. And if the tall blonde wasn't an indication, well.....yup. That's how it'll be.
Mehh. I have a test at 9 am and I've barely had a chance to study. I also have to find time to shower. Yay for four hours of sleep tonight?
Hot Canadian Bacon and us have started planning for Halloween already today. He's originally planned to be the Mad Hatter, but today he decided he's going to choose between that and Tony Stark. Problem is, Tony Stark would be too damn easy for him, why not make it interesting. We voted Mad Hatter, so then at around dinnertime we began a mental roster of who's who. It's a pretty elaborate plan actually, and as I claimed Alice, I'm on the lookout for some pretty sweet outfits....most likely will turn to Spirit Halloween or Amazon.com though, bahaha!
Probably this one, though: http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/alice-womens-costume/
Then later in the night, Laurel and Michelle started giving HCB crap for finding a girl. Blonde, tall enough for him, and most definitely 21, all traits he says he wants, although if she's the girl who can't tell the difference between know and no, then she's out. He got pretty pissed at them though and was adamant that it was all social, not a prospect, lulz. I'm inclined to believe him, because if it were serious, he'd tell someone, most likely me. That someone who knew the earliest was Dillon, and he's one of the CAs that gives HCB the most crap about being Canadian, so bad call there. Dillon would be the first to throw any and all information out there to use against him. Pffft.
I don't know why he puts up with it all sometimes, lol. He still insisted on coming out to the front desk somewhere around 1:30, which is normal, but with the way the others were making jabs at him...well then. I was surprisingly quiet compared to the rest of them tonight, too. Usually I'm one of the first to come up with a good one-liner, but meh, the rest were doing a pretty good job, no need to add more to the fire. I thought he had mumbled something about me being his new favorite when they were all trying to get information on the blonde girl, but I wasn't paying attention close enough to actually confirm that.
Does it honestly matter? Not really. With all the jabs made that Sarah's the first one he'd marry for American citizenship, they've made it clear it's a joke. Sarah wouldn't go for it, nope nope. And if the tall blonde wasn't an indication, well.....yup. That's how it'll be.
Mehh. I have a test at 9 am and I've barely had a chance to study. I also have to find time to shower. Yay for four hours of sleep tonight?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Food Addiction, I Haz It
I have issues with food, I think. Earlier today I had the thought "Hey, I wanna go to Burger King and order more food than I normally do tonight." So at 7, I went to Burger King and ordered a medium combo of the BK Doublestacker, then added a 6 pc. chicken fries to the list. And yes, I finished it all, and it was glorious.
Meanwhile, Hot Canadian Bacon was in his apartment making steak and bacon, and everyone knew it. Anyone who walked through Beede's entrance could smell it. And I didn't get any bacon.... :(
But no matter, because Brookney came back from SuFu with leftover ravioli from Olive Garden! It smelled absolutely glorious....and I'm having some now, just before 1 am. The rest will be saved for tomorrow or something.
Then again, HCB said he's having the leftover steak for breakfast....but he didn't say anything about the bacon in the morning. But with the way I've been eating the past 6 hours or so, I may not have the capacity for steak. BUT, it was made by HCB.....and he's a pretty fucking good cook. A couple days ago he was making sausage and potatoes and a bunch of other crap, and we told him he had to share. Or maybe I did, I don't remember. Either way, he came out with a bowl of sausage for Kacee and I, and holy shit was it good. D:
He told me that I'm easily bought off with food, and I think he may be right. >.>
Meanwhile, Hot Canadian Bacon was in his apartment making steak and bacon, and everyone knew it. Anyone who walked through Beede's entrance could smell it. And I didn't get any bacon.... :(
But no matter, because Brookney came back from SuFu with leftover ravioli from Olive Garden! It smelled absolutely glorious....and I'm having some now, just before 1 am. The rest will be saved for tomorrow or something.
Then again, HCB said he's having the leftover steak for breakfast....but he didn't say anything about the bacon in the morning. But with the way I've been eating the past 6 hours or so, I may not have the capacity for steak. BUT, it was made by HCB.....and he's a pretty fucking good cook. A couple days ago he was making sausage and potatoes and a bunch of other crap, and we told him he had to share. Or maybe I did, I don't remember. Either way, he came out with a bowl of sausage for Kacee and I, and holy shit was it good. D:
He told me that I'm easily bought off with food, and I think he may be right. >.>
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Yay Friday?
I've no idea where to start now....
Well to start, I don't know whether to close up the front desk or not because Laurel and Jessie aren't back from duty rounds. And Laurel kind of forgot her keys next to mine, sooo she's going to need those to get back to her room. Hmmm...
Also, HCB's got issues with the Wall Street Journal not knowing how the fuck to deliver the paper through the mail. Some guy delivers it by hand and he insists on doing it at 3 in the morning. WTF?
For some reason, 12:15 am turned out to be a very busy time. At that moment, I had a group of kids come inside, one of the individuals being a kid that went to my high school named Tommy. And he felt the need to tell me that if I wasn't a CA, he would ask me for my number......flattered, but just a little creeped out by that. >.>
Then one of the girls that was with Tommy had to ask me who HCB was (his name was on the duty board), and then she went to tell me that she had left her phone number on the windshield of his car once. In front of her, I just went "Ahhh..." and nodded. When she was past the mailboxes, I swore to myself OMFG and texted HCB that I had found his mysterious Christine girl from Vermillion. After putting my ninja sleuthing skills to use, I found her on Facebook and showed her to HCB. He was more confused because he'd never seen her before in his life. But at least she's on 3rd floor Olson, so she's on the other side of the building.
It's now raining outside. Just so you know.
Now the thing was, I texted about Christine as soon as I was able...which was a couple minutes after the fact, because I had two residents that had to tell me about TKE getting busted and a girl falling off the balcony of another house. So now TKE's been busted, Delt is in trouble for a girl falling off the balcony of their building, and that girl who fell and cracked her head? She was an Alpha Phi. She's fine, even though they had to fly her to SuFu to take CT scans. Long story short, this was a shitty night for the Greek houses.
Now to backtrack, earlier in the night I was playing Pandora and enjoying the 80s night I was having at the front desk. Normally I don't work this shift, I was just covering for Michelle. But HCB came back from bowling with his best friend Chris, and that was amusing. Chris tried to give me a hard time about playing 80s music when I was born in '91, but I just laughed it off. He also didn't understand half of what I was saying, but meh, I was tired. HCB finally talked him into going into his apartment to watch a movie or something, then ditched him to tell me that Chris was wasted. Like that wasn't too obvious, bahaha!
However, I did like the gesture of coming back out just to talk to meh. We started talking about bowling and stuffs. And yeah, he smelled fantastic tonight, and it taunted me for a while after he left....stupid cologne. >.>
He came back out again 5 minutes later to tell me Chris passed out on the floor. I laughed for a while after that. :P
HCB came out quite a bit tonight, which was fun. Between us and Laurel and Jessie, we talked about lots of interesting stuff. Then my Internet shit out on me, so I had to restart it, and HCB was quite intrigued by my desktop wallpaper of my Rafael. Sooo we spent about 5 minutes on Rafael pictures....which had the potential to be awkward. Especially when HCB makes the comment "Holy crap, who was that? He was fucking hot..."
/facepalm.
Dave from the Ritchie building had to give me shit today, too. He not only teased me for wearing a denim jacket with denim jeans (ahem, my shirt and knee-high boots were black and coordinated well, thank you very much), but he called my jacket a Canadian jacket. Pffft....ah well, at least HCB liked my boots.
Then meanwhile, HCB had to make photocopies of all the room condition checklists. He could've made all of his staff kids do it, but noooo, he had to be awesome and photocopy them for everyone. So the least I could do was just three-hole punch them. But nooooo, my own hall director Kristi didn't want me doing their 'work'. So I said fuck it, told HCB what Kristi said, and did it anyway. I got a thank you out of the deal, then went to Dairy Queen with Jessie and Kristi, lulz.
Anything else that happened....well, I did get to visit with Josh tonight, he's apparently visiting for the weekend. Yay Sami for not completely ditching him, and double yay for him not killing himself? Yeah...I don't even know anymore.
Drunk kids are amusing, but only to a point. :/
Well to start, I don't know whether to close up the front desk or not because Laurel and Jessie aren't back from duty rounds. And Laurel kind of forgot her keys next to mine, sooo she's going to need those to get back to her room. Hmmm...
Also, HCB's got issues with the Wall Street Journal not knowing how the fuck to deliver the paper through the mail. Some guy delivers it by hand and he insists on doing it at 3 in the morning. WTF?
For some reason, 12:15 am turned out to be a very busy time. At that moment, I had a group of kids come inside, one of the individuals being a kid that went to my high school named Tommy. And he felt the need to tell me that if I wasn't a CA, he would ask me for my number......flattered, but just a little creeped out by that. >.>
Then one of the girls that was with Tommy had to ask me who HCB was (his name was on the duty board), and then she went to tell me that she had left her phone number on the windshield of his car once. In front of her, I just went "Ahhh..." and nodded. When she was past the mailboxes, I swore to myself OMFG and texted HCB that I had found his mysterious Christine girl from Vermillion. After putting my ninja sleuthing skills to use, I found her on Facebook and showed her to HCB. He was more confused because he'd never seen her before in his life. But at least she's on 3rd floor Olson, so she's on the other side of the building.
It's now raining outside. Just so you know.
Now the thing was, I texted about Christine as soon as I was able...which was a couple minutes after the fact, because I had two residents that had to tell me about TKE getting busted and a girl falling off the balcony of another house. So now TKE's been busted, Delt is in trouble for a girl falling off the balcony of their building, and that girl who fell and cracked her head? She was an Alpha Phi. She's fine, even though they had to fly her to SuFu to take CT scans. Long story short, this was a shitty night for the Greek houses.
Now to backtrack, earlier in the night I was playing Pandora and enjoying the 80s night I was having at the front desk. Normally I don't work this shift, I was just covering for Michelle. But HCB came back from bowling with his best friend Chris, and that was amusing. Chris tried to give me a hard time about playing 80s music when I was born in '91, but I just laughed it off. He also didn't understand half of what I was saying, but meh, I was tired. HCB finally talked him into going into his apartment to watch a movie or something, then ditched him to tell me that Chris was wasted. Like that wasn't too obvious, bahaha!
However, I did like the gesture of coming back out just to talk to meh. We started talking about bowling and stuffs. And yeah, he smelled fantastic tonight, and it taunted me for a while after he left....stupid cologne. >.>
He came back out again 5 minutes later to tell me Chris passed out on the floor. I laughed for a while after that. :P
HCB came out quite a bit tonight, which was fun. Between us and Laurel and Jessie, we talked about lots of interesting stuff. Then my Internet shit out on me, so I had to restart it, and HCB was quite intrigued by my desktop wallpaper of my Rafael. Sooo we spent about 5 minutes on Rafael pictures....which had the potential to be awkward. Especially when HCB makes the comment "Holy crap, who was that? He was fucking hot..."
/facepalm.
Dave from the Ritchie building had to give me shit today, too. He not only teased me for wearing a denim jacket with denim jeans (ahem, my shirt and knee-high boots were black and coordinated well, thank you very much), but he called my jacket a Canadian jacket. Pffft....ah well, at least HCB liked my boots.
Then meanwhile, HCB had to make photocopies of all the room condition checklists. He could've made all of his staff kids do it, but noooo, he had to be awesome and photocopy them for everyone. So the least I could do was just three-hole punch them. But nooooo, my own hall director Kristi didn't want me doing their 'work'. So I said fuck it, told HCB what Kristi said, and did it anyway. I got a thank you out of the deal, then went to Dairy Queen with Jessie and Kristi, lulz.
Anything else that happened....well, I did get to visit with Josh tonight, he's apparently visiting for the weekend. Yay Sami for not completely ditching him, and double yay for him not killing himself? Yeah...I don't even know anymore.
Drunk kids are amusing, but only to a point. :/
Monday, September 20, 2010
I Shouldn't Be Mentoring...?
Quote of the day: "You have mentees? And I thought it was bad that HCB had mentees..."
FML. Apparently I'm a worse candidate for being a mentor than HCB. And this, coming from the antisocial CA on 3rd Mickelson, Terrance. He then went on to make fun of me for my small size, saying I couldn't carry a couple packages to the other desk. Grrrr.....
But HCB's in a good mood today, he was singing in the office again. Terrance told him to stop singing, and I yelled from the mailroom that it was what he did, he won't stop. I got a "That's my girl!" out of the deal, so it made me happy.
On the other hand, he told Terrance that his job was to find HCB an American to marry. I think I've come up with a suitable response to that....now for the perfect moment to put it to use.
To add to this news, I'm about to get paid. I had a chance to go to the Volante office and help with making changes to the opinion articles while Frank added Overheards to the section. I then went back over, kept myself busy with meetings and stuff, and now am putting off more shit. I chilled with HCB's best friend Chris in the hall directors' office, which was fun. We sat there and bothered HCB as he tried to work. We then also talked about Mitchell a bunch, because the two of them went to Dakota Wesleyan before coming to USD.
However, the Mitchell connections explain a lot. The reason why HCB doesn't like the Vikings? Mitchell native Chad Greenway.....who would've thought? lulz
I also made him laugh earlier. He was once again targeting Sarah and I for possible marriage targets. Even though Sarah's the first in most cases. But the moment he looked at me and said "You're single, too..." I smiled and said "Hey, at least I'll be useful!"
He couldn't keep a straight face from that. :3
FML. Apparently I'm a worse candidate for being a mentor than HCB. And this, coming from the antisocial CA on 3rd Mickelson, Terrance. He then went on to make fun of me for my small size, saying I couldn't carry a couple packages to the other desk. Grrrr.....
But HCB's in a good mood today, he was singing in the office again. Terrance told him to stop singing, and I yelled from the mailroom that it was what he did, he won't stop. I got a "That's my girl!" out of the deal, so it made me happy.
On the other hand, he told Terrance that his job was to find HCB an American to marry. I think I've come up with a suitable response to that....now for the perfect moment to put it to use.
To add to this news, I'm about to get paid. I had a chance to go to the Volante office and help with making changes to the opinion articles while Frank added Overheards to the section. I then went back over, kept myself busy with meetings and stuff, and now am putting off more shit. I chilled with HCB's best friend Chris in the hall directors' office, which was fun. We sat there and bothered HCB as he tried to work. We then also talked about Mitchell a bunch, because the two of them went to Dakota Wesleyan before coming to USD.
However, the Mitchell connections explain a lot. The reason why HCB doesn't like the Vikings? Mitchell native Chad Greenway.....who would've thought? lulz
I also made him laugh earlier. He was once again targeting Sarah and I for possible marriage targets. Even though Sarah's the first in most cases. But the moment he looked at me and said "You're single, too..." I smiled and said "Hey, at least I'll be useful!"
He couldn't keep a straight face from that. :3
Meh.
Well I was going to start by going into how today had turned out, but I got distracted by Facebook. Apparently one of my high school friends is dating my guy Honors mentee. Amggg it's so cute!! :D
Also, Revolverheld has a new album and I'm tempted to order it from Amazon. Even though it'd cost $18. But the songs are really good.....damn.
Anyhow, this was how the day went. I finally got to bed at 4:20am. I wake up at 10:40. We're talking six hours of sleep here, and I had no reason to get up at that hour. I had a plan of sleeping past noon, that didn't happen! Grrrr...so a little after 11 I go downstairs, only to discover no one is at the front desk. As in no one showed up to open the desk up...oops. Kati forgot this morning, so Terrance had to do it when he showed up for his noon shift. Not a big deal, but since no one's said anything about it to the hall directors, we're gonna keep it on the down-low.
So I go back upstairs, hang for a little while, then go back down to the front desk for pretty much the remainder of the day. Long story short, my room was fucking COLD, and there were people around. I spent the time working on a paper, which I got done a lot sooner than the deadline compared to the other papers I turned in....well then. Meanwhile, my poor hall director was running around because DPS was in and out, literally running all over...no idea what was going on, and we found it amusing that all the other residents like to ask us if we know what's going on, which we don't. But anyways, I'm wondering if she's even had a chance to sleep int he past 24 hours or so.
Then the rest of the night was semi-chaotic. Not only was I on duty....again....but I also had CA class. Which meant that while I was over at the MUC for class, I had to find someone to cover for me while I was on duty. It turned out fine in the end because I got back in time for rounds, but now every other weekend I'll have to find someone to cover me for duty while I'm at class. Ugh....
Then HCB FINALLY got back late tonight, jet-lagged and all. And ahhhhhh, did he have stories to tell....To start, he didn't pay an immigration fee, so he had to pay for that before he left Toronto. He then was "randomly selected for a thorough screening". Aka, he was apparently randomly selected for a strip search. Fucking Canadians, bahaha! He went with the new x-ray scan, which wasn't much of a surprise. However, because of it he was about a hairbreadth away from missing the flight out. Then on top of those issues, he ALSO lost his ticket back to Sioux Falls. So he had to have them print him off a new ticket before he got back. He did look like hell when he got back... :/
Even more depressing, he won't be able to play hockey this year. His insurance would be $2,000 more if he did, so it's a no-go. He said he'll take that extra time and put it towards his American-wife-finding (thanks to the immigration plane hell he went through, he's extra adamant about marrying an American). But he's refined it to preferably over 21. Preferably being the key word, lulz. Pretty much, the whole crazy fiasco he just went through has left him crazy. He was having a hard time remembering who was even on his staff, let alone our other hall director. Which was why I was pretty much designated as assistant. He's had to ask me multiple times how many programs we have to do and he always forgets the event one, so he always ends up asking me.
I'm pretty sure I just existed to annoy him tonight, but he won't remember with the whole jet-lag. :3
Also, Revolverheld has a new album and I'm tempted to order it from Amazon. Even though it'd cost $18. But the songs are really good.....damn.
Anyhow, this was how the day went. I finally got to bed at 4:20am. I wake up at 10:40. We're talking six hours of sleep here, and I had no reason to get up at that hour. I had a plan of sleeping past noon, that didn't happen! Grrrr...so a little after 11 I go downstairs, only to discover no one is at the front desk. As in no one showed up to open the desk up...oops. Kati forgot this morning, so Terrance had to do it when he showed up for his noon shift. Not a big deal, but since no one's said anything about it to the hall directors, we're gonna keep it on the down-low.
So I go back upstairs, hang for a little while, then go back down to the front desk for pretty much the remainder of the day. Long story short, my room was fucking COLD, and there were people around. I spent the time working on a paper, which I got done a lot sooner than the deadline compared to the other papers I turned in....well then. Meanwhile, my poor hall director was running around because DPS was in and out, literally running all over...no idea what was going on, and we found it amusing that all the other residents like to ask us if we know what's going on, which we don't. But anyways, I'm wondering if she's even had a chance to sleep int he past 24 hours or so.
Then the rest of the night was semi-chaotic. Not only was I on duty....again....but I also had CA class. Which meant that while I was over at the MUC for class, I had to find someone to cover for me while I was on duty. It turned out fine in the end because I got back in time for rounds, but now every other weekend I'll have to find someone to cover me for duty while I'm at class. Ugh....
Then HCB FINALLY got back late tonight, jet-lagged and all. And ahhhhhh, did he have stories to tell....To start, he didn't pay an immigration fee, so he had to pay for that before he left Toronto. He then was "randomly selected for a thorough screening". Aka, he was apparently randomly selected for a strip search. Fucking Canadians, bahaha! He went with the new x-ray scan, which wasn't much of a surprise. However, because of it he was about a hairbreadth away from missing the flight out. Then on top of those issues, he ALSO lost his ticket back to Sioux Falls. So he had to have them print him off a new ticket before he got back. He did look like hell when he got back... :/
Even more depressing, he won't be able to play hockey this year. His insurance would be $2,000 more if he did, so it's a no-go. He said he'll take that extra time and put it towards his American-wife-finding (thanks to the immigration plane hell he went through, he's extra adamant about marrying an American). But he's refined it to preferably over 21. Preferably being the key word, lulz. Pretty much, the whole crazy fiasco he just went through has left him crazy. He was having a hard time remembering who was even on his staff, let alone our other hall director. Which was why I was pretty much designated as assistant. He's had to ask me multiple times how many programs we have to do and he always forgets the event one, so he always ends up asking me.
I'm pretty sure I just existed to annoy him tonight, but he won't remember with the whole jet-lag. :3
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