This is why I hate checking my e-mail. Nothing good ever comes from it.
Wednesday morning (at roughly 1:00, which somehow makes this worse), it came to the paper's attention that we missed our new president's inauguration. Editors, writers, photographers... we let it slip by us in the midst of getting the paper to print, covering volleyball games, designing the ads, etc. I know it's no excuse, but Ms. D was so. Mad. We're talking angry e-mails in big, red font. I was hesitant to go to the office the next day, but we had an obligatory marketing meeting that I couldn't miss, or else it would've been worse. It wasn't an elaborate ceremony and nothing particularly news-worthy happened, but it was still something we should have covered.
School is OVERWHELMING. There was a bio test and a speech this week, and last week was a math and lit exam. Next week is a lit paper, Grecco-Roman history test, public speaking exam, and bio lab has a weekly quiz no matter what. Luckily, help is coming from an unlikely source: a new MP3 player for yours truly, gifted by the parental units. (Dad saw it was on sale and said, We'll never find a cheaper one!) Sadly, I'd never heard of the company (Nextar) and the player feels sort of creaky, but hey, thirty bucks can only take you so far. I like it!
I had my first creepy-gas station-guy experience Tuesday afternoon. To break my $20.00 for the craft fair entry fee, I swung into the Stop 'n Rob by the office and grabbed a coffee. When I pulled into the parking lot, he was sitting in his car, just... sitting. I half-smiled, got out, and went inside.
He came in after and bought a beer. I was still at the coffee station, pretending that attaching the cup lid was taking every bit of concentration. I looked over to see if he was finished paying, and he was looking at me. I smiled uncomfortably and he smiled right back. He paid, left, and then I paid for mine. Since I was breaking such a large bill for $1.99 cup of joe, it took the cashier a moment to make change (she had to recount it)-long enough that he could have left, but he was still parked when I went outside again. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed, but seriously, it was just us. I unlocked my door... and heard him say, "What a pretty lady."
I said, "Thank you," because he was sitting in his own car and not close enough to make trouble, but if we'd been parked right next to each other, I have the horrible feeling he would've tried to keep talking. Then he said, "Have a good day, sweetheaaart."
Luckily, he drove off. I know it sounds strange (and it's not like there isn't a creepy guy per gas station; heck, it's practically a mathematical constant) but I felt really unsettled. I was instantly aware of him after pulling in, and then hyperaware after that. Yeesh.
In better news, I paid the $35.00 entry fee Wednesday morning.
School is OVERWHELMING. There was a bio test and a speech this week, and last week was a math and lit exam. Next week is a lit paper, Grecco-Roman history test, public speaking exam, and bio lab has a weekly quiz no matter what. Luckily, help is coming from an unlikely source: a new MP3 player for yours truly, gifted by the parental units. (Dad saw it was on sale and said, We'll never find a cheaper one!) Sadly, I'd never heard of the company (Nextar) and the player feels sort of creaky, but hey, thirty bucks can only take you so far. I like it!
I had my first creepy-gas station-guy experience Tuesday afternoon. To break my $20.00 for the craft fair entry fee, I swung into the Stop 'n Rob by the office and grabbed a coffee. When I pulled into the parking lot, he was sitting in his car, just... sitting. I half-smiled, got out, and went inside.
He came in after and bought a beer. I was still at the coffee station, pretending that attaching the cup lid was taking every bit of concentration. I looked over to see if he was finished paying, and he was looking at me. I smiled uncomfortably and he smiled right back. He paid, left, and then I paid for mine. Since I was breaking such a large bill for $1.99 cup of joe, it took the cashier a moment to make change (she had to recount it)-long enough that he could have left, but he was still parked when I went outside again. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed, but seriously, it was just us. I unlocked my door... and heard him say, "What a pretty lady."
I said, "Thank you," because he was sitting in his own car and not close enough to make trouble, but if we'd been parked right next to each other, I have the horrible feeling he would've tried to keep talking. Then he said, "Have a good day, sweetheaaart."
Luckily, he drove off. I know it sounds strange (and it's not like there isn't a creepy guy per gas station; heck, it's practically a mathematical constant) but I felt really unsettled. I was instantly aware of him after pulling in, and then hyperaware after that. Yeesh.
In better news, I paid the $35.00 entry fee Wednesday morning.