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I hate financial aid so much. It makes me want to cry and stops me from going to the mermaid parade. I had to go try and sort the aid mess out and didn't get to see Dolan off in his sequined sarong. I'm so used to being in a state of exhaustion/drunkeness whenever I'm in his soccer mom car that last night I kept dozing off in it on the way home. Oh well, a ride home was almost worth the Animal House state my kitchen was in when I woke up this morning.
I think I'm just going to start shamelessly stopping by Mars Bar everyday to motivate Hank to fire somebody and hire me, because, well, I'm not paid enough to teach a class, nice try CCNY. And quite frankly nasty drunks are easier to handle than students.
On my month of "vacation" (is it really vacation if your job just strings you along telling you you're employed but not having you work?) I've gotten in touch with a lot of old friends which has been really nice. A few years can wash away all the little defects that one used to notice all too easily. I love taking friends from high school to bars where skin heads size them in their Lacoste shirts up and try to pick on them only to find out that they share some really good friends. Oh, but I still really, REALLY, hate getting kissed on the cheek. I'm a hug, handshake, or just don't touch me kinda gal. It's annoying year round, but in humid weather, ugh. Other than this, my week has been xeroxing, cutting, and cursing computers.
I think I'm just going to start shamelessly stopping by Mars Bar everyday to motivate Hank to fire somebody and hire me, because, well, I'm not paid enough to teach a class, nice try CCNY. And quite frankly nasty drunks are easier to handle than students.
On my month of "vacation" (is it really vacation if your job just strings you along telling you you're employed but not having you work?) I've gotten in touch with a lot of old friends which has been really nice. A few years can wash away all the little defects that one used to notice all too easily. I love taking friends from high school to bars where skin heads size them in their Lacoste shirts up and try to pick on them only to find out that they share some really good friends. Oh, but I still really, REALLY, hate getting kissed on the cheek. I'm a hug, handshake, or just don't touch me kinda gal. It's annoying year round, but in humid weather, ugh. Other than this, my week has been xeroxing, cutting, and cursing computers.