I get to bring a laptop to class now - no more notebooks for me!

:-)

Yawn. I feel lazy, but I've actually accomplished a lot today. CA training is officially over, my residents are starting to trickle in, the big move-in rush starts tomorrow (other than the freshmen, their rush is today), and I'm still half-clueless about my job. This is going to have to be a learn-as-you-go deal. The kids on my floor so far seem just fine - they all know what they're doing, they're upperclassmen, they know the deal. I'm doing the thing where I pretend I know what I'm doing, and so far they're buying it. Today, other than two excursions (Towers/UCTV and Starbucks), I've been hanging around the floor, getting a lot of random things done. I can't wait til everyone comes back...although tomorrow I'll be working, then I'll be driving, then I'll be working at the vault, then I'll be driving again, then I'll be sleeping, then I'll be working here again. Kinda crazy. Then classes start. Then, first ever floor meeting.

Had words with my mom the other night. I was home for all of like 20 minutes, long enough to sleep and go to work. My feelings were that I was/am working an awful lot, trying to do an awful lot, and getting not much recognition. I was miffed about having had to move in essentially by myself. My dad helped me load the car for one of my trips, but everything else, the loading, the driving, the unloading, the heavy lifting, was all me. My mom and I did do some shopping beforehand too, I should mention. Anyway, I was upset the day that I first had a what was a close to horrible day at work in the vault, then had to go home, pack, and finish moving in at school, and my family was at my aunt's, swimming. My mom dragged it out of me the other day when I was being very grumpy. I didn't explain well, she didn't take it well, childishness on both sides. I want to stop this and have my parents back. Life's too short for stupid grudges about who's paying for what....we'll all do what we gotta do, but we're gonna be family forever. A few days' perspective has given me that.

In other news, my little sister is a real person now. She's just turned 12, going into 7th grade, and that last night I was home, the night before I had the pseudo-fight with my mom right before leaving for work, she and I had a talk. She was being bratty, and I snapped at her, and then we both realized what we were doing, and I told her what was bothering me, apologized for taking it out on her, she apologized for being bratty....it was nice. I'm so used to having a 'little sister', it's new to have just a sister, someone I can talk to. I hope she stays that way.

Dinner with the staff is happening soon. I should get going. I'm getting some nice new friends out of this deal....a new parcel of aquaintences (sp?), but definitely a few real friends too. I think this semester will be a good one.

Coming next post: winter internship.

This'll be a quickie.

I'm here at CA training - it's going pretty well, boring lectures aside. The people are great, they just all have a week's worth of getting to know each other, while I'm still learning their names. Still, I'm liking it. And I decided to drop Business Law.....I do want to get everything done this semester, but corny as it sounds, I also want to be a good CA. I don't want to be incredibly stressed out and annoyed all the time. So it does feel like I'm letting myself down a little......but at least my mom will be happy. Out of everyone's opinions aside from mine, hers is really the one that matters the most. Especially since she'll be paying for the summer class......(out of the money saved from my room and board, of course)!

Back to doing stuff...

Here I am, getting ready to leave. Remember how I applied to be an RA, and was on the alternate list? I got the call Sunday. So now, single in Eddy 2 instead of suite in South A. Much more cost-effective, and after all, isn't that what's important? Right now, my problems are:

1) Cleaning/packing procrastination - typical.

2) Schedule-juggling. The call really couldn't have come at a worse time - 90% of the LC vault crew is leaving this week and next, so we're down to a skeleton crew. So one person gone makes a pretty big difference......that's gonna work out, but I'm gonna be putting a lot of miles on my trusty Ford for the next couple of weeks.

3) Convincing my new employers that I can work 3 jobs, and take 19 credits, and still be awesome. I can, I know that....the sentiment seems to be cut back on UCTV (you remember that? Been doing it since freshman year? Finance manager and all that?), til I get settled in. Very reasonable. Except, no. Three jobs sounds like a lot, but what it really is is this - using some of my free weekends for LC (til Halloween), and one or two hours after class at the station a couple times a week, just like last semester. Not beginning of last semester, more like the end of last semester. Ya know, when I had the job figured out and knew what I was doing. I don't work set hours, I just get the job done, and I leave. Maybe watch some TV. So if anybody from ResLife is reading this, don't worry about me - I'm not going to let that interfere.

4) A little nervous, I'll admit that. Didn't I just do this? Walk into a whole new job, meet completely new people? Well, the vault worked out ok, and from what I know, the people I'm working with seem fun.

5) I guess I'll have to quit doing all those drugs.

6) That was a joke! Joke!!

7) I'm hungry.

So.....why am I not asleep yet? I worked today, I actually fell asleep around dinnertime, and I've been tired enough to pass out for the past few hours. Feels like I've hit some kind of wall though.

A word about my work week, then on to my grandmother - I got six days this week, I think to make up for when I got screwed out of working Jew night the other week. Weird thing is, there's another Jew night this week....but I didn't get it. I even volunteered when my boss asked who wanted to work it. So somehow, I'm opening 5 times this week, closing once, I have one day off, and I don't work Jew night (I open that day). So maybe OT, but no mad late Jew-boy nights. Weird. Between this week and next, I open five days in a row. That's five solid days of being up by 6:30...I don't know if I'm conditioned for this. I guess I will be.

My grandmother broke her arm today. She says her sandal slipped on the stairs, my aunt says she was upset and headed for some kind of accident - the blame is being placed on my dad's cousin's shoulders. There's some family stuff involving a house here, you know how that is...but that's the back story that I don't think I'm supposed to know about. I've never really seen my grandmother down like this, the most I've ever seen her afflicted with is a cold. It sucks, to see her weakened like this. She's human after all, not a superhero who provides zuccini cake and Stop & Shop ads. My other grandmother passed on a few months back, but sad enough to say, it was expected. This grandmother, though the same age, has always been hearty and healthy if a little crazy. Seeing my parents, aunt and uncle so protective of her, and of my grandfather, puts things into a new perspective. My grandparents are elderly, and they just can't do all the stuff they used to do. My secret hope/wish is that they're here to see me get married. So that means they have to stick around for the next....30 years or so. Or 10. Geez, 10? That's not very long at all.

Back to school in three weeks, back to class in four....still waiting to hear on if I get into a (full) class I need. Regardless, I have Fridays off, and am planning to work a couple days ever other week at Lake Compounce. I've never stayed the whole season before, so this should be interesting.

Had.....intriguing dreams the other night. I don't know if that's the right word. They brought up some things I had been trying to avoid consciously thinking about, right up in full color, surround sound, feels too real mode. I woke up mad at the person I was dreaming about, because of what they did in the dream. No, more importantly I stayed kinda mad for a little while. Lately I've been.....no, I'm gonna say too much for a blog. I shouldn't write this late at night. I need to think. Or not think. One of those is sure to work.