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10 September 2003 @ 11:00 pm
"You're an artist, you should have patterned underwear."  
I held my first tutoring session tonight, and predictably, not a single soul showed. I spent most of my time curled up on the floor with a couple of books and my homework, and passed the two-hour session without much of note. Part of me wants to go up to the Learning Enhancement Center and announce to them that my position is superfluous, really rather silly. Then again, another side of me pops up and reminds me that they're paying me to sit in a room for a couple of hours and do my homework. This is good, right? Right.

I was silly to think that they selected what subjects they had tutors for based on actual need/demand/requests/whatever. I now entertain the paper-slip-out-of-a-hat theory.

I also had a meeting for my museum-sitting weekend job. We have the second-largest collection of glass paperweights in Illinois, apparently. The museum is housed in one of the coolest, older buildings on campus ... I can only imagine what it was once like in its original, library state ... the building has character, but the collection itself is mostly pointless. (It has its gems, but is pretty average, it feels like.) This is not a problem since they can't advertise or reach out to the community in any way, because that would bring into the open how they are in violation of the ADA (there's only stair access to the place). The plaster is falling off the ceiling and you think we have enough money for an elevator? Let's just keep quiet, it's easier.

Speaking of age, my journal is almost two years old.

The sun's long gone down and the panhandlers are out full-force, but still he sits outside at the coffee shop, calmly perusing a novel. I wish I had a reason to talk to him.

[Edit - almost forgot. I learned how to do oxy-acetalyne welding today (?). I managed to turn the contraption on and off without blowing anything up, scorching myself, and also without losing any digits and/or limbs. Go me. Can you imagine an army out in those welding hoods and some spare oxygen tanks ("Don't knock it over ... that would be bad") ...? That would truly be a scary sight.]
Current Mood: siiiiiiiiiick
Alexander Williamszamiel on September 10th, 2003 09:03 pm (UTC)
Try, "Hey, what'cha readin'?" That's a line that always worked on me.
jaekyu on September 10th, 2003 09:07 pm (UTC)
Try this: "Hey, wanna see my patterned underwear?"
One Who Wanders: amusedabiona on September 10th, 2003 09:24 pm (UTC)
Haha, blunt as usual.
Bananakin Skywalkerhicat on September 10th, 2003 09:48 pm (UTC)
You could always cause a ruckus to make him know you *need* patterened underwear..

And money for nothing! Yay! I'm getting one of those jobs, evidently.
Fishkayay on September 11th, 2003 05:19 pm (UTC)
It's not a bad job. You can read, work on homework, or pick your nose. Yay! And as soon as someone does come in for tutoring and you have to put up with a barrage of ridiculous questions, you'll miss it.

OMG, glass paperweights! I should have gone there while I was in the state. Darnit. My life seems so meaningless now.

Welding is fun, the whole amazing ONE time I did it. I made a really ugly butt weld. It's something I'd like to try again, and those hoods and gloves are da bomb. He'd notice that outfit.