The crap I've dealt with in from 1-2.

Howdy kids! How's it rollin'? Spiffy.

I just went through a whole ton of crap. ><;

As you read in my last entry, I work in the conference office here on campus. It's where I am right now! (No phone calls, so hey, free time.) Anyway, it's a job. I'm gettin' paid, sucka. So last Friday, I knew my first paycheck would be issued. I went down there on Friday, and sure enough, bam, paycheck. But something was off about it.

I came here the week before classes started to do paid training. I believe I had to fill out paperwork to get a stipend. I was told I was going to receive a heinously nice amount of money. (As a gentlewoman, I shall not mention how much.) I was anticipating this money pretty hard, 'cause there are things I want to buy. Need to buy. Sneakers, bathing suit, Cooking Mama for the DS, and I owe Chris some money. So y'know, I need the check.

Well, Friday I went down to the place where I pick up my check, and I get one. I open it, and it is for surprisingly less than what I expected. Where the hell is my stipend? I wanted to get into contact with a coworker of mine, but it slipped my mind.

I asked that coworker today, and she told me that she had gotten hers at the place where we were supposed to pick them up. I thought, "I went to get my check on 4:30 on Friday, maybe the kid who got my check overlooked my other one." My boss let me go over to the place where we get our checks, and it wasn't there. I went to the payroll office, and they said it was either sent to my house or sent to my dorm.

My mom called me Sunday night to check in. She told me what mail I had. Nothing for me from UMass. The check must be in my mailbox.

For some time I've been trying to open up my mailbox with my dorm key. No one ever told me I was supposed to have a mail key. I never received one when I checked in. My roommate has hers. I went back to my dorm and asked my roommate if she could get me into mine, and she told me about the mail key.

I went downstairs to the RA's office. No RAs. I went to the RD's office. The RD was in a meeting, but told me that he doesn't deal with mail anyway. Great!

On my way back to work (oh yeah, I was clocked in this whole time.), I called my mom to double check. On the main road to my office, maybe 2/3 of the way there, I realize I don't have my freaking UMass Pass. That thing gets me into my building, and food in the residents cafeteria. I need it. I started walking back to my dorm. I called my roomie, and asked her if she saw it on my desk. She said no, so I asked if she could let me in. I looked for it on the way back, didn't see it. I go to the mail counter in the lobby, 'cause in the past I've set it down there. Not there. I go to the dorm, not there. I go back out, and the desk attendant was like, "Hey, having trouble?" I explained the check and the key to her, and then the UMass Pass thing. She had my pass. I dropped it, so they gave it to her. Thank God.

This all happened over the span of an hour, and when I got back to my office, I was jittery and shot. I got a phone call, but nothing in my voice gave me away. Then the captain of the police force on campus came in and started teasing me. He is a large man. He was very close to me, and was asking me why I was cowering. Hello? I'm not in the right mindset, and he's huge. He's the kind of guy who doesn't let men give women any crap, though. He said, "When a man starts getting close to you, take care of business" or something like that. Gahhhh.

The rest of my time has been fine, and I'm being shooed out.

More later,
~*The Pie

College life.

Howdy kids! I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have been all kinds of ridiculously busy with starting school and work.

The week before classes started, I had work training. Two days with campus services, and three days with my office, the conference office. The campus was very quiet and pleasant. The kids that were there were there because they were international, on sports teams, or there for the leadership symposium that my friend was running. Very, very quiet. That's how I generally like things.

My job in the conference office is pretty alright. Take phone calls, book rooms, make copies, and when the time comes, file things. I don't mind that too hard. My only problem is that my hearing somewhat sucks, so when people call, I occasionally have to have them repeat things, and they get irritated. I'm also forgetful. I need to write the following on a sticky for myself,

Full Name
Organization
How many people/what room
Time
Special requests
Number

I always forget one of those, and I feel like such a jerk for it. It takes away from my performance, and I can't stand it.

I work Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1-4. I sit at the front desk in the office, usually reading stuff on Something Awful. *shrug*

A week ago I went to see Jimmy Buffett with my buddy Paul and some of his friends. It was a unique experience. There were a few firsts and hopefully lasts that night, but I won't go into detail. Hopefully, someday, looking back, I'll write it off as a learning experience.

Man, Ben Folds is good music to be wistful to.

Anyway.

I'm taking five classes. Biology, English, French, Sociology, and Psychology. None of my professors have outright impressed me, but I don't hate any of them. Four out of five know what they're talking about. But the one that doesn't seem to know what she's doing makes me dread for the class. Eh, I dread for that class anyway. =/

My homework's manageable for the moment. I can't complain. A lot of reading, mostly, but it's interesting.

For the last three nights in a row, I've been smoking from the hookah, and it's been crazy. Very enjoyable. We have raspberry, cola, and spearmint flavored shishas. (Shisha is flavored tobacco, not a cannabinoid. It's completely legal, fun, and delicious.)

That's pretty much everything for now.

More later,
~*The Pie