It's Wednesday, but it feels like it's still Monday, it's been that long of a week.
Honestly, the stress is piling up, and it's piling up quickly. Not just with all of the CA shit I have to put up with, but with classes, too.
Classes I'm doing well in:
Basic Newswriting
XDIS (grades-wise, at least. Of what few grades I've gotten back so far, they've all been above 90% save for one, so I'm doing better than it sounds considering my bitching and moaning about it)
Astronomy Lab
French (mehhh, barring he doesn't butcher me for lack of participating)
Classes I need to kick myself in the ass for:
Psych of Sex (because I'm too lazy to study for the few tests we have and there's zero homework points)
Astronomy (because I'm too lazy to even pay attention in the class. It's a crapshoot by now.)
Meh.
I'm lost at this point. I feel like I've lost all sense of caring about college by now, and it all stems from the CA job. And there was a time when they told us that we are students first and foremost--oh bullshit, we aren't students. We're considered staff to Student Services, people we can put to work for stupid shit they don't want to do. It all comes down to one word: RETENTION. Sometime they're going to have to realize that freshmen don't stay because Student Services is catering to their every whim, it's because of the school they go to that determines the majority of this. It can be from lack of respect for fellow students, it could be that the program they're in is crap.
How about this: If you can't retain the CAs you have now, how are you going to be able to retain the students?
There's so much emphasis that 'amg, your CA is your bestest friend in the whole campus! BOND WITH THEM!' that Student Services forget we're just here to facilitate living on your own. Suddenly when were we paid to make friends for you? What I am starting to forget is that these aren't just freshmen, but they're over 18. They're close to my age (and in fact, I know of at least one resident on another floor that's 3 days older than me), and they're what we would consider adults. They aren't children, despite our initial reaction to calling them our 'kids'. But the way we go about things, creating all this programming to get them involved and doing things around campus, I feel morel like SS doesn't trust the students to be responsible adults--more like these are the same high school students who need so much structure and assistance that they need to hold hands with someone through everything. That someone is us CAs. And so because of that, I have to hang around the dorms, waiting to cater to their every whim.
And yet, I'm somehow still a student. A student with my own set of friends, my own set of extracurriculars, and my own set of priorities. With the way things are going, I have none of those. All thanks to this fucking job.
Now today when I was at the U.Brew, I had one of the workers there tell me that I was her favorite North Complex CA....and I had the feeling that she was sincere about it. It hasn't dawned on me until today that no, I haven't done a shitty job as a CA, but there are certain people who've made it clear that I'm doing a good job, and said it to my face. Those people have been residents (both my own and others), CAs (mostly from Beede, go figure), and Hot Canadian Bacon.
Not my own hall director, Kristi.
Oh, she tells us all that we're doing a good job through emails and letters and stuff, but that's the problem. She's never told me, directly, to my face that I'm doing a good job. And I'm not the only Mick CA that has noticed how impersonal Kristi is with certain things. Yeah, this is one of them. :/
Mehhh Astronomy Lab, here I come now...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Domesication at Its Finest
Last night felt more like Halloween than most nights...hell, this feels like it's been Halloween week. So much shopping and spending time with friends who I haven't had the time to hang out with since the spring....it's been roller coaster ride. But anyway, back to the past 48 hours.
Friday I worked 10am-2pm, rather than my normal 12-2 schedule. Nikki the staff assistant had a doctor's appointment to go to, so I got to cover for her. It was certainly fun, even though no one really stuck around long for any length of time. Except for the janitors, because the janitors are awesome! Shelley, the one who takes care of 3rd & 4th Beede, was running around in a witch's outfit with feathers and everything handing out candy. Then there's another janitor guy that comes by and talks with me all the time, but I can't remember his name...he comes to fix the vacuums every Friday. And this day we complained to each other about our jobs. He hates how little they pay him, and well....I've been tempted to not come back. It's going to absolutely suck not having HCB has a hall director, because he really was one of the best we've got. I'm all right with Kristi, but she doesn't do nearly as good a job. Even more amusing was when the hall directors came to the front desk and Dave was bitching about the charge cards for programming stuff. Apparently if we use up $100 of the $150 allotted to our floor, we have to go through four different approvals to use the card for that remaining $50. And Dave was pissed. But not surprisingly, HCB wasn't saying anything....which is understandable, he's going to be gone soon. Honestly, what sort of place is it if no one is satisfied?
After work I went over to Jean's place to hang out and have some fun. We had to wait a while for the two Sams to show up, so we made a Walmart run and get some food to make cookies and stuff. The most amusing part of going to Walmart now is that Chris is working there. First time I saw him in there I couldn't stop laughing for a good two minutes. But anyway, when we went back to her apartment and started making the cookies, one of her roommate's brothers came to visit. The roommate wasn't there, though, so he spent a good half hour or so hanging out with us talking. He was actually really sweet! And very easy to talk to, so that was also a plus.
Then around the time he left, Sam showed up. We decided to call Freshman Sam Frodo so we could tell the difference, lol. We hung out and played some music, ate a few cookies, Frodo came over, we had pizza, watched a cheesy movie that was just a little bit weird...sigh. There we go. Now to when we got ready for the Monster Bash over at Julian/Brookman. It took us a little while to get ready, so we didn't get there till about 10 when it started at 9, but it was probably a good thing. I'm glad I had Sam around to help with curling my hair and applying the makeup, she did really good! And thankfully the dress fit me perfectly, considering I ordered it online, lol.
Had some interesting reactions at the dance, though. One group thought it looked a little German, so I had to have my picture taken with one of the German exchange students. And that wasn't the only time that someone randomly wanted their picture taken with me.... o.o Probably the most interesting moment was when I had Captain Jack Sparrow pick me up and carry me toward the exit. Thankfully I knew the guy (Toast, one of the desk workers), but he said he'd been swapping hats with everyone that night. Because swapping hats with strangers was a lot better than picking up a stranger and carrying them out of the exit. XD
I'm glad that I don't wear skirts or dresses ever. And thankfully it was Halloween, to remind me why I don't wear skirts or dresses. But that's the nice part of Halloween--as Michelle put it, Halloween's the one time when you can dress like a slut and it's totally okay!
I have to admit, some of the outfits were awesome. My friend Walker was dressed as Rick Astley, Adam G. was dressed as Cristiano Ronaldo (brilliant), Adam F. was dressed as Britney Spears (only he could pull that off and fool people), Michelle was dressed as Juno, Kristi was Sue Sylvester, and many of the CAs were dressed as other CAs, as in they swapped name tags. Funniest one had to be Andrew's outfit though. He needed to go cheap, so he went with a robot. Tin foil all on a box with cardboard wings and everything. The funniest part was that on the front it said "Ju-Bot" (short for Julian) and on the back was binary, saying "Have a nice day". Amg, it was brilliant! And it was certainly interesting with Trapper acting as the DJ...but yeah. Pretty awesome. :3
Then at one point near the end I somehow ended up talking to Sures. To be more specific than before, I had made the comment earlier that HCB really should've been there for the dance. That one comment apparently spurred Sures to ask right away toward the end there whether I liked HCB. Well that threw me for a loop....so I went with the "What do you want to know?"
At least he laughed and went "Well that answer's obvious enough..." Which was then when he had to ask whether I'd asked HCB out. Nope.
"Why not? You two aren't in the same hall." o.O Well I know we aren't, but it still doesn't really change the fact that I work closer with him than I do my own hall director...and since I didn't really have the nerve to say part of it was because of job integrity, I told him my reasoning was because I 1) didn't think HCB really liked me all that much, and 2) I'm really freaking shy. Especially when it comes to any sort of commitment. And I really do in a way....I say no so much more than I say yes, partially because I very rarely like multiple guys. I might have options from time to time, but they're all theoretical. So I'm prone to having one interest and one alone. So when asked if I have anyone that may be option #2, I had to say no, not really. :/
Then later that night we went back to Jean's to watch How to Train Your Dragon. Woo!
Now on to Saturday. I got plenty of sleep, even though I pretty much just chilled in bed till 1pm, because I had to work the desk from 2 to 6. I think it was about 2:15, 2:30 when Hot Canadian Bacon crawled out--and it was very close to literal. He looked like he was only half awake, and the clothes were even worse...or better. The button-down shirt was only buttoned in one spot, and he was wearing a pair of women's athletic shorts that he got from his little brother at Christmastime. I'm not gonna lie, it was a nice sight....even though he kinda had to button up when a resident's parents and grandparents walked by, lol! XD
But it was pretty obvious he was extremely hungover, if anything still a bit drunk. He still smelled like alcohol and could only remember bits and pieces of last night, all of it sounding pretty hilarious. The stories came as he was trying to hand-stitch together two pieces of scarf together for the costume. And even that was difficult for him, because he dropped the needle twice. The first time I asked if he needed me to get it for him, and he said "No, this is going to be a test..." and he couldn't do it. So I had to get it for him both times anyway. :P
Then once Michelle and Alex came to the front desk, he was at least ready to get the makeup on. That was when I got to play with his freaking huge $3,000 camera and take pictures as they worked. Amg, it was fun...too much fun. I now kinda miss my photography days. D:
And I have to say, holy shit did he really look like the Mad Hatter once he had everything on. Seriously.
Then once I was done working, I went to Dairy Queen with Terrance and had dinner. It was pretty fun, and I got to nerd out just a little bit, too. Although I didn't realize until then that I had spent a whole minute talking about Doctor Who. You know how much information you can fit into a whole minute? Lots. So that was kinda surprising. :P
Friday I worked 10am-2pm, rather than my normal 12-2 schedule. Nikki the staff assistant had a doctor's appointment to go to, so I got to cover for her. It was certainly fun, even though no one really stuck around long for any length of time. Except for the janitors, because the janitors are awesome! Shelley, the one who takes care of 3rd & 4th Beede, was running around in a witch's outfit with feathers and everything handing out candy. Then there's another janitor guy that comes by and talks with me all the time, but I can't remember his name...he comes to fix the vacuums every Friday. And this day we complained to each other about our jobs. He hates how little they pay him, and well....I've been tempted to not come back. It's going to absolutely suck not having HCB has a hall director, because he really was one of the best we've got. I'm all right with Kristi, but she doesn't do nearly as good a job. Even more amusing was when the hall directors came to the front desk and Dave was bitching about the charge cards for programming stuff. Apparently if we use up $100 of the $150 allotted to our floor, we have to go through four different approvals to use the card for that remaining $50. And Dave was pissed. But not surprisingly, HCB wasn't saying anything....which is understandable, he's going to be gone soon. Honestly, what sort of place is it if no one is satisfied?
After work I went over to Jean's place to hang out and have some fun. We had to wait a while for the two Sams to show up, so we made a Walmart run and get some food to make cookies and stuff. The most amusing part of going to Walmart now is that Chris is working there. First time I saw him in there I couldn't stop laughing for a good two minutes. But anyway, when we went back to her apartment and started making the cookies, one of her roommate's brothers came to visit. The roommate wasn't there, though, so he spent a good half hour or so hanging out with us talking. He was actually really sweet! And very easy to talk to, so that was also a plus.
Then around the time he left, Sam showed up. We decided to call Freshman Sam Frodo so we could tell the difference, lol. We hung out and played some music, ate a few cookies, Frodo came over, we had pizza, watched a cheesy movie that was just a little bit weird...sigh. There we go. Now to when we got ready for the Monster Bash over at Julian/Brookman. It took us a little while to get ready, so we didn't get there till about 10 when it started at 9, but it was probably a good thing. I'm glad I had Sam around to help with curling my hair and applying the makeup, she did really good! And thankfully the dress fit me perfectly, considering I ordered it online, lol.
Had some interesting reactions at the dance, though. One group thought it looked a little German, so I had to have my picture taken with one of the German exchange students. And that wasn't the only time that someone randomly wanted their picture taken with me.... o.o Probably the most interesting moment was when I had Captain Jack Sparrow pick me up and carry me toward the exit. Thankfully I knew the guy (Toast, one of the desk workers), but he said he'd been swapping hats with everyone that night. Because swapping hats with strangers was a lot better than picking up a stranger and carrying them out of the exit. XD
I'm glad that I don't wear skirts or dresses ever. And thankfully it was Halloween, to remind me why I don't wear skirts or dresses. But that's the nice part of Halloween--as Michelle put it, Halloween's the one time when you can dress like a slut and it's totally okay!
I have to admit, some of the outfits were awesome. My friend Walker was dressed as Rick Astley, Adam G. was dressed as Cristiano Ronaldo (brilliant), Adam F. was dressed as Britney Spears (only he could pull that off and fool people), Michelle was dressed as Juno, Kristi was Sue Sylvester, and many of the CAs were dressed as other CAs, as in they swapped name tags. Funniest one had to be Andrew's outfit though. He needed to go cheap, so he went with a robot. Tin foil all on a box with cardboard wings and everything. The funniest part was that on the front it said "Ju-Bot" (short for Julian) and on the back was binary, saying "Have a nice day". Amg, it was brilliant! And it was certainly interesting with Trapper acting as the DJ...but yeah. Pretty awesome. :3
Then at one point near the end I somehow ended up talking to Sures. To be more specific than before, I had made the comment earlier that HCB really should've been there for the dance. That one comment apparently spurred Sures to ask right away toward the end there whether I liked HCB. Well that threw me for a loop....so I went with the "What do you want to know?"
At least he laughed and went "Well that answer's obvious enough..." Which was then when he had to ask whether I'd asked HCB out. Nope.
"Why not? You two aren't in the same hall." o.O Well I know we aren't, but it still doesn't really change the fact that I work closer with him than I do my own hall director...and since I didn't really have the nerve to say part of it was because of job integrity, I told him my reasoning was because I 1) didn't think HCB really liked me all that much, and 2) I'm really freaking shy. Especially when it comes to any sort of commitment. And I really do in a way....I say no so much more than I say yes, partially because I very rarely like multiple guys. I might have options from time to time, but they're all theoretical. So I'm prone to having one interest and one alone. So when asked if I have anyone that may be option #2, I had to say no, not really. :/
Then later that night we went back to Jean's to watch How to Train Your Dragon. Woo!
Now on to Saturday. I got plenty of sleep, even though I pretty much just chilled in bed till 1pm, because I had to work the desk from 2 to 6. I think it was about 2:15, 2:30 when Hot Canadian Bacon crawled out--and it was very close to literal. He looked like he was only half awake, and the clothes were even worse...or better. The button-down shirt was only buttoned in one spot, and he was wearing a pair of women's athletic shorts that he got from his little brother at Christmastime. I'm not gonna lie, it was a nice sight....even though he kinda had to button up when a resident's parents and grandparents walked by, lol! XD
But it was pretty obvious he was extremely hungover, if anything still a bit drunk. He still smelled like alcohol and could only remember bits and pieces of last night, all of it sounding pretty hilarious. The stories came as he was trying to hand-stitch together two pieces of scarf together for the costume. And even that was difficult for him, because he dropped the needle twice. The first time I asked if he needed me to get it for him, and he said "No, this is going to be a test..." and he couldn't do it. So I had to get it for him both times anyway. :P
Then once Michelle and Alex came to the front desk, he was at least ready to get the makeup on. That was when I got to play with his freaking huge $3,000 camera and take pictures as they worked. Amg, it was fun...too much fun. I now kinda miss my photography days. D:
And I have to say, holy shit did he really look like the Mad Hatter once he had everything on. Seriously.
Then once I was done working, I went to Dairy Queen with Terrance and had dinner. It was pretty fun, and I got to nerd out just a little bit, too. Although I didn't realize until then that I had spent a whole minute talking about Doctor Who. You know how much information you can fit into a whole minute? Lots. So that was kinda surprising. :P
One Week & Counting
There's about a week left before Hot Canadian Bacon is done. He doesn't seem to be doing much better, since I know he went out to smoke Thursday night, and has been doing it sporadically for the past week, even though he hates it. Stress is not his friend on most occasions. :P
On the downside, it's Halloween weekend. Starting last night was the parties with TKE, and since then it's been loud kids and drinking all night. I'm so glad this isn't my duty weekend...
And now I'm waiting for the next shoe to drop. To begin, I was talking with Sures a couple times during the Julian/Brookman Hall Monster Bash dance, and Sures (technically a nickname, but we can't pronounce the actual thing) is what we consider the other immigrant. He's from Malaysia, and he's pretty awesome. Annnnd then he had to ask me if I liked HCB.
Ohh fuck.
So then we had a conversation about why I haven't asked him out yet. And what I thought of Kristi. But considering how close him and HCB are, I'm starting to wonder if Sures is going to say anything about that matter.... o.o
Bah, it's past 3:30 and I can't keep my eyes open. Plus there's a lull in the noise and I wanna shower before I crash. D:
On the downside, it's Halloween weekend. Starting last night was the parties with TKE, and since then it's been loud kids and drinking all night. I'm so glad this isn't my duty weekend...
And now I'm waiting for the next shoe to drop. To begin, I was talking with Sures a couple times during the Julian/Brookman Hall Monster Bash dance, and Sures (technically a nickname, but we can't pronounce the actual thing) is what we consider the other immigrant. He's from Malaysia, and he's pretty awesome. Annnnd then he had to ask me if I liked HCB.
Ohh fuck.
So then we had a conversation about why I haven't asked him out yet. And what I thought of Kristi. But considering how close him and HCB are, I'm starting to wonder if Sures is going to say anything about that matter.... o.o
Bah, it's past 3:30 and I can't keep my eyes open. Plus there's a lull in the noise and I wanna shower before I crash. D:
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Pot and Failure
Today was a lot better than I anticipated. To start, I skipped my 9am French class Monday. I never skip classes. And this was the first time that I'd skipped out on a 9am class, too. So I was pretty much obligated to go this morning. However, I was not expecting the phone call from assistant director Lindsay at 8:20 asking about if someone threw up on the floor near the back exit or in the stairwell. Wellllll no, no one had. And while I should be pissed that you woke me up, you woke me up. Very nice, since I was afraid I'd end up sleeping in again. :P
So I got there, still knew most of what was going on, explained to the crazy professor why I slept through class (amazing how understanding they are about fire alarms at 3:30am and wakeup calls this very morning, even though he said "You need to move" :/ ), then came back to the dorms for about 45 minutes. Did a bunch of crazy work during that 45 minutes, then went to my 11am journalism class. I got to wander to the MUC with Bobbi and just people watch, it was the greatest assignment evar!!! And I knew about half the people walking around, so it just made the assignment better. Then after class I found Hot Canadian Bacon and Chris while they were getting food, so I chilled with them for a little bit. HCB was talking with Stephen (one of the hockey players), and now HCB knows firsthand how much work lies ahead for our team. Losing 18-2 isn't even the start of it.
XDIS wasn't that great as usual. Psych of Sex was not that noteworthy, either. Yote Floats were nice though, Jessie and I just crashed on a couple of couches in the Pit Lounge and people watched again. Longest 45 minute wait for 4pm...gah. At least things picked up when we had our CARS meeting, but that was just putting fliers in the napkin holders promoting CA recruitment.
THEN the real fun began after all this. I went over to McFadden to hang with Jean and Freshman Sam (totally different from simply Sam, who's my other half from last year :P ) and we made a Walmart run to pick up cake mix and other random stuff to make cupcakes! I think Freshman Sam will be a favorite of mine soon, because when we were walking into Walmart I made the comment that "The wind is blowing me into submission," and she actually responded with "Just like a man!" I swear, the two of us couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes....We then gorged on other random food...and maybe Facebook creeped on HCB because neither had seen pictures of him...then I had to go over to 4th Richardson at 7 to have some fun.
Some fun you say? Oh yes. We were burning pot. Woo! Long story short, because they missed a step or two in CA training, DPS came to burn stuff like pot and sweetgrass so that we could tell the difference between them if we come across anything strange-smelling in the hallways or something. Fuuuuuun times that was! Except that Sam the DPS officer doesn't have quite the experience to burn pot well....so it took a few tries. By the end of it, we all vaguely smelled like pot, and it was amazing! Bahaha...which was the cause of the title. I had asked Sam check my sweatshirt and asked her "What do I smell like?" Her response was "Pot and FAILURE!" which made me burst out laughing, but she would know coming from West River...just sayin'. The Native Americans and rebels like their pot, and you get to know the culture even when you're not involved. :P
So I went straight back to McFadden and watched Glee with Jean, Sam and Freshman Sam. It was really pretty sweet, and since everyone wanted to procrastinate on homework, we played with makeup instead. I now know who to turn to for my Alice makeup! :3
I then worked the desk at 10-12am. Yay late night shifts! Except most of the people I saw were large groups coming back from tunnel tours....oops, was that tonight? :3 In my defense, I not only didn't want to give tours in the first place, but no one asked if I was going to give tours or anything. And as I really don't appreciate people just assuming that I'm willing to do tours, I didn't go. I worked the front desk instead.
Although, I did see HCB once at the very beginning of my shift, and again at the very end. Certainly not long enough, though. Almost like he's off in his own little world at the moment...and in a way, neither of us have really been around since about Friday. Saturday I was gone for most of the day, Sunday I was gone, Sunday night and most of Monday HCB was gone, and now Tuesday I was gone again. Sunday/Monday HCB went up to Mitchell because him and Chris had a funeral to go to in Kimball, which was a drive as it was from Mitchell...so the one time that I've actually had a chance to chat with him was Monday in the MUC when I saw him after class. It was only for 15 minutes or so, but still...it was mostly him pissed off that the directors had called him at 2:30am Monday morning because the duty keys from Ritchie/Olson was missing. And if the AA keys were on it, then that'd mean shit was going down....but again, he had a long drive in the morning for a funeral, and he didn't appreciate being called period. Sooo yeah. :P
He also asked if I was on crack because I suggested that Cabela's just might sell hockey shit, because duh they sell winter sports stuff. I didn't want to burst his bubble by saying I've got jewelry from Cabela's...lulz.
So yeah. He's going to get bothered by me soon. Because I'm pretty sure he's starting to worry a few of the other CAs, and he's definitely worrying me now. I know he gets stressed out by the homework load on top of the workload on top of the random shitload, but the shutting himself in his room or in the 'library' is worse than usual. And if this is what happens when he hasn't had sex in 6 months.....dayum.
I'm concerned this may be those 99 problems becoming 100....or 150. And that's the last thing he needs, a woman taking up his time. But if it is indeed Brandie, then good luck to him. Anyone who sends that many cryptic messages on Facebook to and about him is no good....take it from one who was guilty of that in high school. And when a 22-year-old is exhibiting the antics of high schoolers...well, she is from California. But still. All I can hope is that he's not responding to the immature tactics. :/
Now I have French review to work on, and hopefully get some sort of start on my observation paper for astronomy that's due tomorrow. I'm assuming an attempt at talking to HCB is a lost cause tonight.
So I got there, still knew most of what was going on, explained to the crazy professor why I slept through class (amazing how understanding they are about fire alarms at 3:30am and wakeup calls this very morning, even though he said "You need to move" :/ ), then came back to the dorms for about 45 minutes. Did a bunch of crazy work during that 45 minutes, then went to my 11am journalism class. I got to wander to the MUC with Bobbi and just people watch, it was the greatest assignment evar!!! And I knew about half the people walking around, so it just made the assignment better. Then after class I found Hot Canadian Bacon and Chris while they were getting food, so I chilled with them for a little bit. HCB was talking with Stephen (one of the hockey players), and now HCB knows firsthand how much work lies ahead for our team. Losing 18-2 isn't even the start of it.
XDIS wasn't that great as usual. Psych of Sex was not that noteworthy, either. Yote Floats were nice though, Jessie and I just crashed on a couple of couches in the Pit Lounge and people watched again. Longest 45 minute wait for 4pm...gah. At least things picked up when we had our CARS meeting, but that was just putting fliers in the napkin holders promoting CA recruitment.
THEN the real fun began after all this. I went over to McFadden to hang with Jean and Freshman Sam (totally different from simply Sam, who's my other half from last year :P ) and we made a Walmart run to pick up cake mix and other random stuff to make cupcakes! I think Freshman Sam will be a favorite of mine soon, because when we were walking into Walmart I made the comment that "The wind is blowing me into submission," and she actually responded with "Just like a man!" I swear, the two of us couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes....We then gorged on other random food...and maybe Facebook creeped on HCB because neither had seen pictures of him...then I had to go over to 4th Richardson at 7 to have some fun.
Some fun you say? Oh yes. We were burning pot. Woo! Long story short, because they missed a step or two in CA training, DPS came to burn stuff like pot and sweetgrass so that we could tell the difference between them if we come across anything strange-smelling in the hallways or something. Fuuuuuun times that was! Except that Sam the DPS officer doesn't have quite the experience to burn pot well....so it took a few tries. By the end of it, we all vaguely smelled like pot, and it was amazing! Bahaha...which was the cause of the title. I had asked Sam check my sweatshirt and asked her "What do I smell like?" Her response was "Pot and FAILURE!" which made me burst out laughing, but she would know coming from West River...just sayin'. The Native Americans and rebels like their pot, and you get to know the culture even when you're not involved. :P
So I went straight back to McFadden and watched Glee with Jean, Sam and Freshman Sam. It was really pretty sweet, and since everyone wanted to procrastinate on homework, we played with makeup instead. I now know who to turn to for my Alice makeup! :3
I then worked the desk at 10-12am. Yay late night shifts! Except most of the people I saw were large groups coming back from tunnel tours....oops, was that tonight? :3 In my defense, I not only didn't want to give tours in the first place, but no one asked if I was going to give tours or anything. And as I really don't appreciate people just assuming that I'm willing to do tours, I didn't go. I worked the front desk instead.
Although, I did see HCB once at the very beginning of my shift, and again at the very end. Certainly not long enough, though. Almost like he's off in his own little world at the moment...and in a way, neither of us have really been around since about Friday. Saturday I was gone for most of the day, Sunday I was gone, Sunday night and most of Monday HCB was gone, and now Tuesday I was gone again. Sunday/Monday HCB went up to Mitchell because him and Chris had a funeral to go to in Kimball, which was a drive as it was from Mitchell...so the one time that I've actually had a chance to chat with him was Monday in the MUC when I saw him after class. It was only for 15 minutes or so, but still...it was mostly him pissed off that the directors had called him at 2:30am Monday morning because the duty keys from Ritchie/Olson was missing. And if the AA keys were on it, then that'd mean shit was going down....but again, he had a long drive in the morning for a funeral, and he didn't appreciate being called period. Sooo yeah. :P
He also asked if I was on crack because I suggested that Cabela's just might sell hockey shit, because duh they sell winter sports stuff. I didn't want to burst his bubble by saying I've got jewelry from Cabela's...lulz.
So yeah. He's going to get bothered by me soon. Because I'm pretty sure he's starting to worry a few of the other CAs, and he's definitely worrying me now. I know he gets stressed out by the homework load on top of the workload on top of the random shitload, but the shutting himself in his room or in the 'library' is worse than usual. And if this is what happens when he hasn't had sex in 6 months.....dayum.
I'm concerned this may be those 99 problems becoming 100....or 150. And that's the last thing he needs, a woman taking up his time. But if it is indeed Brandie, then good luck to him. Anyone who sends that many cryptic messages on Facebook to and about him is no good....take it from one who was guilty of that in high school. And when a 22-year-old is exhibiting the antics of high schoolers...well, she is from California. But still. All I can hope is that he's not responding to the immature tactics. :/
Now I have French review to work on, and hopefully get some sort of start on my observation paper for astronomy that's due tomorrow. I'm assuming an attempt at talking to HCB is a lost cause tonight.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
It's 5:30 in the Fucking Morning.
And I can't sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! And I get up at 8am to not only return the master key to its rightful place at the front desk, but I also will be on the road by 9 to run errands in Sioux Falls.
So what am I doing now? Eating Jello, creeping on absolutely no one on Facebook, and not sleeping. It's 5 AM, after all.
Ohhhh oh oh! Let me tell you why I'm awake!! :D WELL, I had gone to bed at about 2:40 I'm going to say, it wasn't long after I had finished taking my shower. So what happens at 3:30? The fire alarm goes off. AMG AMG AMG.
Pretty much it was like this in warp speed: "Is that the fire alarm? Fuuuuuck I don't wanna...kk, I'm hopping out of bed. Grab phone, got meh keys, door open--oh shit should put on my tennis shoes not sandals--now RUN DOWN DA STAIRS and to the front desk to get mah key!"
I then run back up the stairs and start our task of locking up doors and making sure no one is still sleeping in their rooms. I'd already done about four doors on the girls' side before I finally looked down the hallway and realized OH SHIT I can't see the other side real well through all the smoke. Now, two things I must point out. 1) I had not grabbed my glasses, so I was rather in the moment about most of what was happening. No idea where HCB was at this time, no idea that there was anything in the air when I left my room, nothing. Literally, I didn't notice anything in the air till I was opening and closing doors, and by then I was like "What the FUCK do I do, just keep on going or see if anything's burning?!"
I just kept on going. I was almost done with the girls side by the time Kristi came up the stairs to help, because where the fuck was my co? He had the night off. Fucking lucky bastard.... :/
Based on what we could determine, there was no actual fire, just some assholes who decided to play with the fire extinguisher on the guys' side. The supposed smoke was really just particles from the extinguisher, but still, that was a LOT of particles. For some reason, they thought it would be funny to drag a chair out of the study and into the hallway, then proceed to spray the chair with the extinguisher. Yeeeeah, real funneh. You've now got an entire floor pissed off at you and they want to see you PAY. No really, literally. :3
And of course, who gets to clean up after it? Kristi and I! So at 4 in the morning, we're vacuuming up the pretty yellow particles. I finished up at around 4:30, so that wasn't too bad. I had gone back to the front desk in hopes of getting my keys back, but nuuuu, the master key doesn't work on the mailroom. :P So now I've got the master until then. This would be a moment that would be a lot easier to come up with an excuse as to why I still had it, though. Kids still knocking to get into their room, door locked after everyone left, yeah...ha.
However, because I hauled ass so well going down 4 flights of stairs and back up those 4 flights, all after being asleep as of 30 seconds prior, I had finally gone outside and couldn't stop coughing. Yeah, one of those 'amg I think meh throat is bleedin' type of deals. I'm still kinda fighting it, which doesn't help with the insomnia, so I'm hoping the Jello does.
That means, after a bottle of Mountain Dew, a big can of Rockstar energy drink, the adrenaline from running up and down 4 flights of stairs, coughing up blood and an extra lung, and trying to sleep in a hot room...this whole sleeping thing isn't really happening. :(
So what am I doing now? Eating Jello, creeping on absolutely no one on Facebook, and not sleeping. It's 5 AM, after all.
Ohhhh oh oh! Let me tell you why I'm awake!! :D WELL, I had gone to bed at about 2:40 I'm going to say, it wasn't long after I had finished taking my shower. So what happens at 3:30? The fire alarm goes off. AMG AMG AMG.
Pretty much it was like this in warp speed: "Is that the fire alarm? Fuuuuuck I don't wanna...kk, I'm hopping out of bed. Grab phone, got meh keys, door open--oh shit should put on my tennis shoes not sandals--now RUN DOWN DA STAIRS and to the front desk to get mah key!"
I then run back up the stairs and start our task of locking up doors and making sure no one is still sleeping in their rooms. I'd already done about four doors on the girls' side before I finally looked down the hallway and realized OH SHIT I can't see the other side real well through all the smoke. Now, two things I must point out. 1) I had not grabbed my glasses, so I was rather in the moment about most of what was happening. No idea where HCB was at this time, no idea that there was anything in the air when I left my room, nothing. Literally, I didn't notice anything in the air till I was opening and closing doors, and by then I was like "What the FUCK do I do, just keep on going or see if anything's burning?!"
I just kept on going. I was almost done with the girls side by the time Kristi came up the stairs to help, because where the fuck was my co? He had the night off. Fucking lucky bastard.... :/
Based on what we could determine, there was no actual fire, just some assholes who decided to play with the fire extinguisher on the guys' side. The supposed smoke was really just particles from the extinguisher, but still, that was a LOT of particles. For some reason, they thought it would be funny to drag a chair out of the study and into the hallway, then proceed to spray the chair with the extinguisher. Yeeeeah, real funneh. You've now got an entire floor pissed off at you and they want to see you PAY. No really, literally. :3
And of course, who gets to clean up after it? Kristi and I! So at 4 in the morning, we're vacuuming up the pretty yellow particles. I finished up at around 4:30, so that wasn't too bad. I had gone back to the front desk in hopes of getting my keys back, but nuuuu, the master key doesn't work on the mailroom. :P So now I've got the master until then. This would be a moment that would be a lot easier to come up with an excuse as to why I still had it, though. Kids still knocking to get into their room, door locked after everyone left, yeah...ha.
However, because I hauled ass so well going down 4 flights of stairs and back up those 4 flights, all after being asleep as of 30 seconds prior, I had finally gone outside and couldn't stop coughing. Yeah, one of those 'amg I think meh throat is bleedin' type of deals. I'm still kinda fighting it, which doesn't help with the insomnia, so I'm hoping the Jello does.
That means, after a bottle of Mountain Dew, a big can of Rockstar energy drink, the adrenaline from running up and down 4 flights of stairs, coughing up blood and an extra lung, and trying to sleep in a hot room...this whole sleeping thing isn't really happening. :(
Kill Me Nowwwwww
XDIS homework marathon night.
Started at 4pm.
Ended at 11:57pm.
1 Rockstar and 1 Mountain Dew consumed.
3 papers due.
3 turned in on time.
Holy. Shit. I don't think I should try that again....it'll probably happen, but oh well.
And amg, I feel like my stomach's about to punch its way out of my body....I still can't tell whether it was from the caffeine, the stress of the homework, or the massive amounts of food that I consumed. I don't know why Hot Canadian Bacon has to be such a kickass cook, but he made potatoes, steak, and carrots, then proceeded to describe everything he did to them to the point that all I could think was foooooooood.... :9
It was effin' delicious. So much so, he gave me seconds. Which was more than he gave me the first time. But the second time was when it set in, and ohhh hell....I'm still feeling the effects. D:
I'm still feeling that Rockstar and Mountain Dew, too. I've been shaking since 11pm, and now it's just past 1am...holy crap. And I have to be up by 9 to go to Sioux Falls with the family to get my replacement lens, then probably do whatever...oh yeah, I need to fix the choker for my Alice outfit. :3
Sad thing is I have to be back by the night, but oh well. I can get things done pretty quickly. Apparently I was able to write three papers in about 8 hours...which was actually a lot short than that, considering the amount of procrastination and multitasking I was doing. :P
And since I was here at the front desk the whole time...yeah, HCB didn't help matters. Mostly with the food. But as I think between the studying and exhaustion, he's getting that semi-irritatedness that he had the other night again. You can tell that he gets frustrated when he has to work...and if that's a reaction to when he's got 100 problems, bitch included...well then. o.o
....aha, he's now going to bed. Supposedly. Lulz. And I'm still hyped up on sugar! Which will probably mean shower time before I go to sleep, then home. :3
Started at 4pm.
Ended at 11:57pm.
1 Rockstar and 1 Mountain Dew consumed.
3 papers due.
3 turned in on time.
Holy. Shit. I don't think I should try that again....it'll probably happen, but oh well.
And amg, I feel like my stomach's about to punch its way out of my body....I still can't tell whether it was from the caffeine, the stress of the homework, or the massive amounts of food that I consumed. I don't know why Hot Canadian Bacon has to be such a kickass cook, but he made potatoes, steak, and carrots, then proceeded to describe everything he did to them to the point that all I could think was foooooooood.... :9
It was effin' delicious. So much so, he gave me seconds. Which was more than he gave me the first time. But the second time was when it set in, and ohhh hell....I'm still feeling the effects. D:
I'm still feeling that Rockstar and Mountain Dew, too. I've been shaking since 11pm, and now it's just past 1am...holy crap. And I have to be up by 9 to go to Sioux Falls with the family to get my replacement lens, then probably do whatever...oh yeah, I need to fix the choker for my Alice outfit. :3
Sad thing is I have to be back by the night, but oh well. I can get things done pretty quickly. Apparently I was able to write three papers in about 8 hours...which was actually a lot short than that, considering the amount of procrastination and multitasking I was doing. :P
And since I was here at the front desk the whole time...yeah, HCB didn't help matters. Mostly with the food. But as I think between the studying and exhaustion, he's getting that semi-irritatedness that he had the other night again. You can tell that he gets frustrated when he has to work...and if that's a reaction to when he's got 100 problems, bitch included...well then. o.o
....aha, he's now going to bed. Supposedly. Lulz. And I'm still hyped up on sugar! Which will probably mean shower time before I go to sleep, then home. :3
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