Friday, February 10, 2006
Several weeks ago, I offered to cover for Mandy a shift this Saturday from nine in the morning to four in the evening, without considering the small fact that my regular Saturday shift runs shortly thereafter, from six in the evening until two Sunday morning. Then, of course, I wake up to work from eight Sunday until four in the evening. I forgot entirely, until last night as I perused my planner, that I had planned to find someone else to cover all or part of this nightmare, for I have much to do that I need to take time this weekend to complete. Schade.
This morning I arose especially early to straighten the room and study about two hours each for a Greek quiz and the German test. I ate a satisfying bowl of strawberry oatmeal, which for some reason did not settle well, opting instead to shoot straight through my digestive tract. I later, while studiously poring over my German vocabulary list, compensated with my favorite disgusting energy drink. That kept me awake long enough to get through my classes, though by the time I had to take the German test at two, I felt about ready to crash. I probably did well enough for at least a "B", but grammatical errors must have been copious. Afterward, I hobbled straight dormroomward for a brief doze with Kermie whilst awaiting Jared's forsworn phone call.
We had planned to watch a film directed by Tommy Lee Jones, until Jared discovered, to our joint dismay, that his latest movie will not be played at theaters within fifty miles of Lubbock, which is about five hundred miles from anyplace. I tacked that onto my ever-growing list of reasons for despising this town. We nevertheless had a decent enough time eating again at McAlister's Deli, though Jared did not venture into the bathroom.
Lately I have been internally navigating employment options, all prospects of which are daunting for various reasons. I could attain a library position rather easily, I would suspect, but my paycut would be significantly high. I think I might wait until the end of the semester, then apply for a summer stint, which would supplement working for the housing and residence life department again.
I also vacillitate between whether I ought to keep the contract to live in the on-campus apartments (a year-long lease) or if staying in my current room might not be the better selection. I lean toward the apartment, since I would have my own bathroom, despite living with two other girls. As I am only ever in my room to sleep, anyhow, other people occupying the same environment might not irritate me as much as having a roommate sleeping five feet away did freshman year.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:47 PM]