Ealain

My life, the first half of the semester:
also known as “when I thought it couldn’t get worse”

Monday: read 30 pages, go to class
Tuesday: read 50 pages on Hitler
Wednesday: ready 50 pages on Hitler, go to class
Thursday: read 30 pages, go to class, read 100 pages
Friday: go to class
Saturday: work
Sunday: work
repeat

My life, second half of the semester (so far):
also known as “when I realized I was wrong”

Monday: read 30 pages, write article, go to class
Tuesday: read 50 pages
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class
Thursday: read 30 pages, go to class, read 100 pages, write essay
Friday: go to class
Saturday: work
Sunday: work
Monday: read 30 pages, go to class
Tuesday: re-read (well, skim) 700 pages, study for exam
Wednesday: re-go through powerpoints, take pages of notes, go to class, take midterm
Thursday (today): read 30 pages, go to class, blog this

Second half of the semester (from now on):
also known as “internet withdrawal”

Thursday (today): read 100 pages
Friday: go to class, work on a take-home midterm (first half aka multiple choice)
Saturday: work, work on take-home midterm (short answer)
Sunday: work, work on take-home midterm (short answer), write article
Monday: read 30 pages, go to class (take-home midterm due)
Tuesday: read 50 pages, work on analysis essay
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class
Thursday: read 30 pages, go to class, read 100 pages, finish analysis
Friday: go to class, read 30 pages
Saturday: work, write article
Sunday: work
Monday: finish reading 30 pages that didn’t finish friday, go to class
Tuesday: read 50 pages
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class, work on oral presentation for friday
Thursday: read 30 pages, go to class, read 100 pages
Friday: go to class, work on educational psycology essay
Saturday: work
Sunday: work; anniversary of day my mom died
Monday: woo-hoo, no class (veteran’s day observed); spend all day on essay
Tuesday: read 50 pages, work on essay
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class, finish essay
Thursday: read 30 pages, go to class, read 100 pages
Friday: go to class, read 30 pages
Saturday: work, write article
Sunday: work
Monday: go to class
Tuesday: read 50 pages, work on Holocaust essay
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class
Thurs: Thanksgiving! No Class! work on Holocaust essay
Friday: Day after Thanksgiving! No class! work on Holocaust essay, read 30 pages
Saturday: work, write article
Sunday: work
Monday: go to class, work on holocaust essay
Tuesday: read 50 pages, finish Holocaust essay
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class, work on take-home final, work on lit essay
Thursday: go to class, read 100 pages, work on lit essay
Friday: go to class (lit essay due), work on take-home final
Saturday: work, work on take-home final
Sunday: work
Monday: go to class (take-home final due)
Tuesday: read 50 pages, study for final on Hitler
Wednesday: read 50 pages, go to class, study for final on hitler
Thursday: No Class! School appointed study holiday! study for final on hitler, read 100 pages
Friday: go to class, study for hitler final
Saturday: work, read 30 pages
Sunday: work
Monday: go to class, study for hitler final
Tuesday: study for hitler final
Wednesday: study for education psychology final, go to class for hitler final
Thursday: study for education psychology final, go to class for ed.psych. final, study for lit. final
Friday: go to class for lit final
Saturday: work
Sunday: work
Monday: collapse

And, despite all this, for some reason, I signed up for NaNoWriMo

As most of you know, I work in a bookstore. Today Louise was given the job of recategorizing the personal growth section which happens to include sexuality. One of the books she had to find was “Same-sex Kama Sutra.” Now, while some people wouldn’t mind it, she isn’t used to that stuff, most likely because she is still underage. So, while repeating the title in her head to aide in the finding of said book, the phone rang. She had the cordless so she answered.

Except, instead of saying the usual “Thank you for calling, how may I help you?” she said “Same-sex–” and cut off when she realized what she had said. You should hve seen her face. She then went on to say the normal greeting but the person had hung up by then. We laughed so hard.

I said: “Too bad you dont blog; you could seriously blog this.”

She said: “You can blog it for me.”

And we laughed some more.

I’ve had a busy weekend.

On Saturday I worked all day. In a beginning to Harry Potter Summer (the countdown to July 21st), we got in a lot of potter stuffage. One thing we got in is these huge sorting hats. They really are cool. I wore one of them all Saturday. I’m pretty much the only person who wears the hats we get in for each season but I have fun with it.

I wore it Sunday morning but not in the afternoon (got tired of it falling off and everything). Sunday afternoon a lady called in. I answered and asked how I could help her…

She said “Yesterday I came in and I handed this girl my card because I didn’t notice you had the swiper. I can’t find my Visa card so I think she never gave it back.” She then said confidentially “She was wearing a witch hat” like that explained the whole thing.

I’d like to note now that I am VERY conscious of people’s credit cards. They hand it to me, I check the signature, if not signed I ask for ID, I swipe the card, and I hand it back. Other people there have gone through too much stuff if they set it down or forget about it so I always make a conscious effort. I always give cards back and have never once lost, misplaced, or forgotten to return one.

However, because I like Harry Potter and am work-spirited, I must be a witch. And, with the assumption of witchery, I must steal credit cards.

When I told her that I was the only one wearing the hat the day before she said “Oh” like “Oh, you” and “Oh, now I’ve been caught talking shit about you.”

I did get G to take a picture of me in it with my phone so I’ll post it in a day or so. Can’t now cuz I’m not on my computer.

I work in a bookstore. On Sunday mornings, we get very few customers because most of them are in church. Yesterday was Mother’s Day. It was even more slow than usual. The MOD, A, was giving everyone their jobs (For some reason, F, the main manager had created the schedule so that we had six people opening when we would have done fine with three. In an effort to even it out, since F had scheduled only two people closing that night ( >.< ), C moved E to closing bookside. Likewise, I had to open cafe since E wouldn't be there in the morning and all of the others are new people who don't know cafe yet). So, A gave everyone else their jobs but said to me: "Stand in the cafe and look pretty" most likely because the shipment for the cooking section was done and, thus, I couldn't do anything and still keep the cafe within eyesight.

Luckily, I have my new phone that I can get online with. For about an hour I circled between the moderation of Skyefairy, Ealain, and my email. After a while I went to the office, got a sheet of paper, grabbed one of the Entertainment Weekly magazines from the rack in the cafe and did a quick pen & ink. Only 25 minutes, which is way cool for me. (I'm a perfectionist and for a full drawing 8.5x11, I usually spend 4-6 hours).