Mmm. That first sip of coffee in the morning is made of heavenly. And yes, I realize it's 12.30 and therefore hardly considered 'morning' in more civilized circles, I still maintain that 'morning' should be defined as "whenever you wake up." And yeah, that was an hour ago when my boss called me, but I move kinda slow *in the mornings*. Besides, it built up the anticipation to the yummy, yummy coffee sip, so now all is right in the world.
Yesterday was supposed to be my first day back at work at the theater. I was looking forward to it like a little kid on Christmas. That's the last time I go two months without working. Although I'm a big fan of free time and doing nothing, I was absolutely losing my mind, and felt disconnected from the world. I need to get out and be amongst people - more and more as I get older, it seems. Or maybe it's just that I've gotten myself addicted to the rush. The positive stress of multitasking and working quickly, and of staying completely in the moment as I do so. But of course, they cancelled the show yesterday, so no work for me. And tonight there are no diners, so I only get to work the bar before the show and during intermission. I'm totally bringing a book.
I did get to put in a few hours on Monday setting up for the upcoming season. I used to loathe getting that gig, because it means a lot of running up and down stairs to the basement fetching plates and glasses and filling up the bar from scratch. It's tedious and hard work. But when I didn't start until halfway through last season, I realized that I'm apparently the only one who cares about systems and order. It seems important to me that things have a place so you can find it quickly. So I got all OCD excited about setting up my systems from scratch this time, and was really disappointed when my boss wouldn't let me finish. She felt we'd have plenty of time for that on what should have been our first work day yesterday. Now see where we are. Still, I guess I'll have plenty of time tonight.
I handed in my Global Economics paper.
gammameta was a godsend: she held my hand through the whole process and helped me through. Thank you, sweetie, I could never have done it without you. I prioritized that paper and had resigned myself to putting off the other one until my 7th semester. But a class mate went into a fit when she learned they were both due the same day. Apparently, two weeks prior, the due date for the second one was set for March 2nd and they changed it without informing us. Me being my usual out-of-the-loop self, I guess I'm lucky I prioritized the right one. Anyway, she raised hell and now the due date for the other one is back to March 2nd. So I get a second chance at writing it. Whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo.
In good news I'm actually happy about, I helped a friend write an English assignment for his Air Force Captain's class. Ok, I wrote it. And he called me yesterday to inform me that he'd gotten top marks. I'm very excited, because he really needed that. He wouldn't have asked me if he didn't. And it's good for my ego, even if it doesn't show up on my transcript. I have to say, though, personally I did not think it was a top mark paper. I would've liked to have had more time tweaking it. I guess that would've been a waste of time, but it does make me wonder about the level of academia in the Danish Air Force... I also feel a little bit bad about it, because, respectfully, him getting top marks in English is obviously not his own doing. I honestly thought I was writing a medium paper. Oops.
Other than that, I have so little going on that I'm actually excited about wearing my new waiter pants to work tonight. Just to illustrate. No, that's not entirely fair. First off, they're really good pants. Second, MadMax did take me out Tuesday evening, and as per usual, we had a lovely time. Resulting in a rather spectacular hangover yesterday. And finally, Tina put up pictures on Facebook of our trip to Prague, and she was kind enough to only pick the ones where I look cute.
Go see if you're curious. :)