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SUPPPP. Can't sleep at all, 's'awesome. First final in six hours, granted it's no major worry or nuthin'. Still, being conscious at that point would prolly help. And I need to study for my Japanese final in the time between the two, so it'd help further to remain conscious for several hours. Funny, I will be writing more in Japanese than in English for my finals. And not like it's close, either. English writing will be limited to, uh, my name, and at that a semi-redundant back-up of the bubbled in version, while Japanese will be borne out in loads of fill-in-the-blank business, some amount of short answer, and an actual (AKJSDFLKA) composition.
But then it's three more no-worry finals on Thursday and I'm OUT. 'Bout time. Next semester had better improve, or, uh, I shall be forced to remain grumpy for two more years and grudgingly collect the piece of paper that entitles me to vaguely somewhat slightly more interesting careerage, theoretically.
Work's going well enough, at least. Friday I even got the chance to train in and then (unexpectedly) run part of a box office shift, so's I'm very nearly a full employee now. Dunno if that goes down as actual box training, but it's closer than not having any, I suppose. Projection is the obvious unadventured field, but that's voluntary rather than vertical, and there's rather a waiting list, I believe, even if I were to speak up.
Last night was terribly odd, however. Unusual, near universal, amount of complaints for a while. Plus had a frightening Female Customer Encounter. I wouldn't normally think of it, 'cause I try to avoid the whole monkish projection thing, but a (female) co-worker threw out "someone was flirting with you" afterwards, so 'parently wasn't my fault. Still, was unwillingly (consciousness-wise) brought to blushing, which I'm pretty sure hasn't happened since, uh, dunno. Hello, Morrissey tattoo.
Plus, got to close, which was surprisingly not horrible. Being at work until the wee small hours isn't the greatest, granted, but running around virtually alone for two hours was peaceful enough.
I'm now thinking that most problems with humanity are caused by the difference in the ends served by the brain processes leading to the concepts of "instinct" and "consciousness." But I'm sleepy, finally.
But then it's three more no-worry finals on Thursday and I'm OUT. 'Bout time. Next semester had better improve, or, uh, I shall be forced to remain grumpy for two more years and grudgingly collect the piece of paper that entitles me to vaguely somewhat slightly more interesting careerage, theoretically.
Work's going well enough, at least. Friday I even got the chance to train in and then (unexpectedly) run part of a box office shift, so's I'm very nearly a full employee now. Dunno if that goes down as actual box training, but it's closer than not having any, I suppose. Projection is the obvious unadventured field, but that's voluntary rather than vertical, and there's rather a waiting list, I believe, even if I were to speak up.
Last night was terribly odd, however. Unusual, near universal, amount of complaints for a while. Plus had a frightening Female Customer Encounter. I wouldn't normally think of it, 'cause I try to avoid the whole monkish projection thing, but a (female) co-worker threw out "someone was flirting with you" afterwards, so 'parently wasn't my fault. Still, was unwillingly (consciousness-wise) brought to blushing, which I'm pretty sure hasn't happened since, uh, dunno. Hello, Morrissey tattoo.
Plus, got to close, which was surprisingly not horrible. Being at work until the wee small hours isn't the greatest, granted, but running around virtually alone for two hours was peaceful enough.
I'm now thinking that most problems with humanity are caused by the difference in the ends served by the brain processes leading to the concepts of "instinct" and "consciousness." But I'm sleepy, finally.