Some days are RA days (usually Tuesday/Thursday and other days as assigned.) Some days are intern days (usually Monday, Wednesday, Friday and other days as assigned.) Some days are student days. Some days are reporter/anchor/editor days. Very rarely, some days are actually for me. Some days are less-than-100% of all things. I think today is one of those less-than-100% days.
February is traditionally an extremely busy month for Resident Assistants. First comes RA Selection, a long (read as loooongggggg) weekend of finding the best of the best to fill our jobs once we leave. Next is Sportsfest, another weekend-long Olympic type athletic competition between residential colleges. Today, I cannot be all intern. I've sent more RA related e-mails than I care to count.
I live by to-do list. My notebook is just ongoing lists and as I cross things out, I add more on, and this is just the way I live my life. Welcome! On my drive into work, the list was starting in my head. It just happens to be Monday, by the way, but the list gets longer every day of the week. I will not bore you with the insanely uninteresting details of this list. If I ever make it big, I might make the list available by request. Then you'll see what I mean.
Today, I'm wearing a black t-shirt, full skater skirt with a large rose print, a ponytail and black heels. Please do not pretend this sentence in every post is not the reason you click on the link. And while we're here, I remember that on Friday I wore jeans with black-faded stars on them, black flats and I do not know what I wore on top. I think it was a gray, white and black long-sleeve shirt I have with fake-leather accents on the shoulders. Does it matter? No. I'm sorry.
Not much at work today. I did some quality Twitter and Facebook stalking to find people who are currently on the Royal Caribbean Explorer of the Seas, (and really sick due to a norovirus affecting 19% of passengers.)
That was fun, and it's sort of similar to how I spend some of my free time, except this time I got paid.
I didn't know in that moment that in class the next day I'd be writing a 15 second story on the cruise ship, and later be accused of "editorializing."I wrote something that had to do with RCL giving passengers half off of a future cruise, which I described as "A FUTURE- AND HOPEFULLY HEALTHIER- CRUISE." My Professor didn't really like that. Well, it was worth a shot.
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