New Year New Job

So I started working for the school paper. Having never worked for any type of journalism establishment, I felt very under qualified. But what the heck they took me anyway. My new job is the opinion editor, which is great for me. I love strong opinions, and I'd hate to have to assign people to do random news stories. This way everyone writes about what they want to write about.
Probably the best part about this job so far is that I get my own desk. My own desk, my own chair, my own computer, access to a printer. A large collection of office supplies as well. And more notebooks than I know what to do with.
I think this job will inspire me to stay even more up to date with news and the world around me.

Pills

At work, whenever I have to clean the aisles after a movie, I'm amazed at how many pills I find on the floor among the popcorn and napkins. I would expect to see one or two every once in a while, maybe they fall out of someone's purse. But I'll usually see 4-6 on a given day. It makes me wonder who these women are that are going to movies with purses just overflowing with various pills.

My bread story

Yesterday at the grocery store I was checking out my favorite aisle, the discounted foods section, and came across a loaf of french bread. The bread, only 89 cents by the way, had this motto printed on the side: "Time to Eat Bread Again." This raises a lot of questions. When was it not time to eat bread? My first guess is that this is in reference to the Aktins no-carb diet that took America by storm. But that was what, 7 years ago? Are we just now getting back to being a bread-friendly country? That's a long time to recover. Perhaps it took that long to cleanse America's colons of all that beef, since that is apparently the only thing people eat on the Aktin's diet. This makes me wonder what kind of damage the Aktins diet did to the bread industry. Maybe it ran some of them out of business? Is that why this bread is only 89 cents? I just picture some bread factory shutting its doors as its owner stands in the parking lot, fist waving towards the heaven, cursing Robert Aktins and his carb hating habits.

File this under W for Well Ain't That A Bitch.

So yesterday I woke up to my alarm going off only to realize I was supposed to be at work RIGHT THEN. "Idiot!" I said to myself, "Why did you set your alarm for right at 10 and not earlier?" So I raced around like a chicken with my head cut off, brushed my teeth, got dressed, skipped breakfast and was about to race out the door when I looked at the clock once more. I realized it was 9 o'clock, not 10, and that my alarm was really just a reminder that I had to be up in an hour. "Oh how silly", I thought as I jumped back into bed, "At least I'm not really late." I quickly fell back asleep and continued sleeping for 2 whole hours, missing my REAL alarm plus 2 phone calls from my boss, wondering why I where I was.
The really silly thing was that I was only scheduled to work one hour, 10-11, and I had volunteered to come in and help the other person who would have been working alone. Luckily my boss was cool with it, and even seemed to see the humor in the situation, so no real harm was done.
But still, it was a quintessential "Well ain't that a bitch?" kind of moments.

Observation

I was watching a bird wander around campus yesterday and noticed he had something sticking out of his mouth. My first thought was that I had caught him mid-meal. I realized it was actually a giant leaf and a few twigs. This is when I came to my realization: birds don't really have hands. Thus, anytime they want to pick something up to move or carry it, they must use their mouth. Sounds kind of shitty to me. Think about all the things you pick up in a normal day, for all the various reasons one might pick something up. Then imagine putting them in your mouth. And on top of that, if you were a bird, it should almost go without saying that you wouldn't have any pockets, so forget about using those to carry things.

Party Time=Excellent

Some bands played on campus tonight in Kellogg Circle. It was a great mix of good people and great weather. I consider today the Official Start of Summer. Start spreading the word nationwide.

The last few days have been filled with anticipation as I wait to hear about a possible internship for with the Kansas Department of Health and Environment. I'd be pretty stoked about it if I got it, but we will just have to hold our breath for now till they make a decision. If I don't do the internship I'll move back to wichita and work for Borders again. So if worse comes to worse, I'll spend my time in a bookstore making delicious smoothies. Not a shabby way to spend my time.

It's 4 A.M.

This is about the time I start to get nervous. The halls are dark and much too quiet.
I've been working the night shift at Best Western for only 2 weeks and already I've detected a pattern:
The first part of the shift is invigorating. I know no one will be around so I'm free to catch up on reading or surfing the web.
After a few hours it sinks in that I haven't spoken to anyone all night. It gets me a little spooked. I realize how big this hotel really is.
The final few hours are marked with a steep decline in energy. I am starting to suspect this has something to do with how much I eat during my shift. If I don't feed myself during that 8 hours I'm at work, my body gives up trying to function and wants to go into sleep mode.

Overall it's a great job. I work Fridays and Saturdays from 11pm to 7am. You'd be right to assume that I don't get a whole lot of business during those hours. My boss allows me to do just about anything I want; watch movies, use the computer, read or do homework. The golden rule is, "Don't fall asleep." Sounds like a no-brainer but you'd be surprised how many people BW has had to let go because of it. And the people who do stay awake can't keep the job for more than a few months. Turnover is very high here, my boss told me.

The job's downside is it takes up my weekends almost completely. It wouldn't be a problem, since my social life has shrank considerably since all my closest friends moved away last year, but the weekends used to be my time to spend with Jill. But, now I spend them here. Jill and I are trying to work out a new schedule (Mondays, it looks like) and I hope it goes well.

Another bonus is I get a lot of time to think. And learn. Tonight I studied up on Rahm Emanuel, the soon to be Chief of Staff for Obama. He sounds like an interesting, if not over the top, kind of person.
From one online source:
"The most infamous Rahmbo story of them all is the one that begins with the dinner the night after Bill Clinton was elected in 1992. Among those present at the dinner table was ABC News anchor George Stephanopoulos, who watched while an overwrought and clearly exhausted Emanuel began ranting at a long list of Clinton "enemies." As he shouted each name, he stabbed the table with his steak knife: "Nat Landow! Dead! Cliff Jackson! Dead!" Apparently, others joined in."

Maybe it was one of those 'you had to be there' moments.