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Monday was fun, and I say that with a straight face. No history so yay for sleeping in after not getting home until 1:45 Sunday night. The boy called, my illness seeming to deter him none from wanting to see me. He actually suggested dropping by at 10:30 to wake me up so I could study for my French test. This is all either bizarrely sweet or overly clingy, as I barely want anything to do with myself, much less actively pass my germs on to someone else. Also, in case he hasn't noticed, I grab any sleep I can, any time I can, even without the illness that has rendered me incapable of a full night's sleep since Wednesday. Told the roommate that if anyone called, I was dead.
Yeah, there's going to be at least a talk, if not more, going on there.
Anyhow, test was fine, went home, wrote (mmm, writing), watched more of the Janet/Justin media blitz unfold on CNN, then hauled more-or-less conscious self to work. Which was great - our shifts are two nights a week, but some people work three and I was under the impression that that's a sort of promotion you work your way up to. Imagine my surprise when Kelly was trying to negotiate the schedule of a new hire and I offered to work Wednesday nights in addition to Sunday and Monday, at which she promptly squeed, demanded why I didn't offer before, and demanded a hug.
Then, about two minutes later when I had to go to the production room because my jumpline was too long for the headline writing program (they ended up having me add column lengths - didn't I get into journalism to get away from math?) Cameron called me his new hero. Hm, guess not everyone who works at the office wants to be there. Which I suppose is somewhat logical given the crap hours and slave wages. But come on! It's the Alligator! But then, I make no secret of my masochist streak.
Also, my work-related training continues. Today, Kelly declared me a natural at spinning (not twirling) a flag. It's all in the thumbs and wrists, baby. Whoo! I can be a majorette yet.
( I'll spare you most of yesterday... )
Current news:
-Love JC's album cover. Lovelovelove. It's warped and sexy and vulnerable and dangerous all at the same time and pushes buttons I only somewhat knew existed. Mmm.
-Am still sick, with occasional coughing fits and runny nose no matter how high I dope myself on medication.
-Am also thoroughly sucked into Flesh Mechanic with no time to finish it in sight. Ditto for the friendslist. Hopefully, it's a short paper again.
-Apparently, the Oasis song I've been desperately looking for doesn't exist on any CD available in the greater Gainesville area. *weep*
-Will lay extensive smackdown on FCC and its ridiculous measures being taken regarding the halftime incident (the cancellation of JC's performance not being the least of it) and why. Grr.
Yeah, there's going to be at least a talk, if not more, going on there.
Anyhow, test was fine, went home, wrote (mmm, writing), watched more of the Janet/Justin media blitz unfold on CNN, then hauled more-or-less conscious self to work. Which was great - our shifts are two nights a week, but some people work three and I was under the impression that that's a sort of promotion you work your way up to. Imagine my surprise when Kelly was trying to negotiate the schedule of a new hire and I offered to work Wednesday nights in addition to Sunday and Monday, at which she promptly squeed, demanded why I didn't offer before, and demanded a hug.
Then, about two minutes later when I had to go to the production room because my jumpline was too long for the headline writing program (they ended up having me add column lengths - didn't I get into journalism to get away from math?) Cameron called me his new hero. Hm, guess not everyone who works at the office wants to be there. Which I suppose is somewhat logical given the crap hours and slave wages. But come on! It's the Alligator! But then, I make no secret of my masochist streak.
Also, my work-related training continues. Today, Kelly declared me a natural at spinning (not twirling) a flag. It's all in the thumbs and wrists, baby. Whoo! I can be a majorette yet.
( I'll spare you most of yesterday... )
Current news:
-Love JC's album cover. Lovelovelove. It's warped and sexy and vulnerable and dangerous all at the same time and pushes buttons I only somewhat knew existed. Mmm.
-Am still sick, with occasional coughing fits and runny nose no matter how high I dope myself on medication.
-Am also thoroughly sucked into Flesh Mechanic with no time to finish it in sight. Ditto for the friendslist. Hopefully, it's a short paper again.
-Apparently, the Oasis song I've been desperately looking for doesn't exist on any CD available in the greater Gainesville area. *weep*
-Will lay extensive smackdown on FCC and its ridiculous measures being taken regarding the halftime incident (the cancellation of JC's performance not being the least of it) and why. Grr.
