The Last Day

I'm not moving out tomorrow, but everyone else is. Ming leaves in the afternoon, Sasha's going back to Woodbury (is that what it's called?) sometime in the early evening. And then TD will feel empty.

Today was such a good day, though! I woke up at seven to do the works cited page for a paper, and then turned that thing in. It was such a pleasure to see the kids who chose to take the final instead of writing the term paper, because they looked so tense and I wasn't one of them.

Then I went to the library and dropped off about twenty books. Even the guy behind the returns desk, who probably has seen a lot of extreme library abusers, looked impressed.

Next, I went with Sasha to the DUH to make an appointment for the optometrist. The lady behind the desk wanted to give her an appointment in the fall, but Sasha wouldn't take no for an answer. She bullied the lady (or charmed her, maybe) into giving her an afternoon appointment. Messed around with her a bit until at last she acquiesced.

Um... then I ate lunch (Mexican food, or so they say) and went for my first post-Swine flu job interview. As a result of my frantic attempt to apply for every job for college students posted on the world wide web, I was invited to talk with the employees about working at the African Art department of the university art gallery. The two girls who conducted my interview were both really cool; both were under 30, and one had tons of piercings on her face and wore this cool hipster outfit, while the other was more conservative but still entertaining. In the middle of the interview, she asked me a question to the effect of, "have you ever had a conflict with an employee or supervisor of your work?"

I have, in fact, had many such experiences, but none that I wanted to repeat. Shocked, I responded with, "Well, I had this co-worker who was always LYING about me. I don't know why. It was so stupid! She would tell everyone that I didn't come into work, and that I was always late, which would make me really mad because I'm sure it looked bad when it got back to the general manager."

She asked me how I resolved that conflict. I wished, immediately, that I had thought about the outcome of that story before telling it.

"Well...you see," I said, "It wasn't that big a deal. Eventually she just got fired, and then she couldn't bother me anymore."

Not my most illustrious story. But thankfully there are a hundred million more of my apps out there just waiting to be read.

Something more interesting: my sister and I may go for a cross-country road trip this summer. We'll see!
I want to write more, but I have to go to bed. Maybe tomorrow.