Well, this weekend was interesting. Saturday morning I started work at Aeropostale. It was a lot of fun and I did a real good job. In fact, I did so well that my boss kept me an extra three hours and scheduled me fore two extra hours on Sunday's shift. Extra work may not sound like a goodd thing, but all I see is extra dollars on my paycheck. I got back to school completely exhausted and had to take a nap, but managed to wake up just in time for the Rainbow Pride Union's 5th Annual Drag Show!
I was given the assignment of covering the Drag Show for Pipe Dream, which was great because I was planning on going anyway. A few of my friends were performing, and I was going to be there to cheer them on regardless. The show was incredibly fun and entertaining. All the queens and kings were amazing, and really worked the crowd. The place was packed, and it turned out that the show had sold out for the second year in a row. Lucky for me, my friends had snagged the closest table to the stage, and I got the closest seat at said table. Unfortunately, it was a little too close, and sometimes I saw a little too much, if you know what I mean. Grundels aside, the show was really good.
Katie stole the night with her boy transformation. It was really impressive, she cut her hair like a boy, gave herself thicker eyebrows, and colored on some facial hair. Talk about dedicating yourself to a performance. She looked like a twelve year old on growth hormones. Good job Katie.
But of course, the best part of the evening was Erica and Alice's Dick In A Box lip-sync. Their outfits were awesome; they both really looked like men. They also got the dance moves from the video down pact, all the way to Justin's three steps. It was really funny, and the entire audience was up in hysterics, laughing and cheering them on. And the grand finale? Both of their boxes held dildos within, which they held up to the audience on the last note. They were amazing.
I spent the rest of the night after the Drag Show hanging out with Steve, watching Star Trek: Voyager, because we're both closet geeks.
Sunday was another day at work, only this time it was shitty because my manager for the day decided to blame the fact that I didn't know how to work returns on the cash register on my own ineptitude, completely disregarding the fact that SHE failed to train me properly during my cash register training. But, I digress.
The remainder of the day was spent working on my event coverage story of the Drag Show. It took me all day, but it finally started to take shape by the time I fell asleep at 4:30am.
Monday I woke up at 7:30 for my first class of the day, and then skipped the remainder in order to make time to work on the Pipe Dream story. I literally sat in front of my computer from 10am to 4:30pm typing away at the paper and making phone calls to credible sources. I put so much effort into the story because I had been looking forward to writing it since the first week of March. It was around this time when everything went to shit real fast.
I contacted my editor to inform her of my completion of the story. I needed to ask her a few questions about quotations. I'll save you the long winded version of it (although it's actually just a selfish means of saving my fingers the agony of typing it all out) and just get to the point. Due to some miscommunication between my editor and the Release editor, I was not supposed to complete the assignment. Instead they wanted me to do some stupid captions for Weekend Warrior. Needless to say, I was pissed. Really really pissed. I had skipped classes, sacrificed my weekend, and even neglected studying for a test all to do a good job on this story, and they just threw it away as if it was nothing. AAAAAAAAGH It's so frustrating.
Things only got worse from there. Right after having my article rejected, I had to take my Biology test. The material was pretty easy, and had I studied I'm sure I would have done exceptionally well. However, I was working on the story, so instead I had to take educated guesses on about 45 of the 50 questions. I doubt the grade will come out well.
Pissed off even further, I decided to let off some steam by eating dinner. I grabbed the macaroni and cheese from Newing, because everything else was either unappetizing or too expensive. I don't know how, but they managed to burn the entire dish and still decided it was good to serve. Let me tell you, SODEXHO chefs, it was NOT good to serve. The first bite filled my mouth with the taste of burning plastic. I don't know if you readers have any idea of what the taste of burnt plastic is like, but let me tell you: IT'S DISGUSTING! And it doesn't go away either; it just lingers there for an hour or two, constantly mocking you for putting it in your mouth. As one might expect, I threw away the plate of food and decided to go for the next best thing: a raw vegetable salad. How could they screw that up, right? Well, I sat down at my table with a dish of clean ranch dressing and dipped my first forkful of greens into it. I began chewing it and actually enjoyed it, until I looked back at the ranch dressing. There, lying on it's back in my dressing was a large, black fly. I spit that mouthful of food up as well and angrily threw away my dishes. I wasted my dinner ration on food that I couldn't even eat, and I was starving since I had not eaten since breakfast earlier that morning.
I was so furious at this point that I decided to go for a walk after venting to Sean. And boy, did I walk. I don't know how far I went, or where I went. All I know is that I was gone for about two hours, I think I walked at least a mile and a half, and when I finally re-discovered where I was, I was about a quarter of a mile up Vestal Highway.
I made my way back to school and turned on Honk Your Horn with Katie Horn and Friend, Katie and Sean's radio program. I made it just in time to hear them dedicate a song to me, since I was having such a bad day. It was Mmbop, by Hansen. I couldn't help but break into laughter. They're such good friends, and I'm really glad I fell into their crowd.
Tomorrow is more work at Aeropostale, followed by a frenzy to finish all my other school work in before I go to bed, since Wednesday must be spent preparing for Chemistry and packing for Easter Break. Wish me luck.
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