duck-shaped pain

So�Arial or Helvetica?. And, just so you know, why Arial is a bad, bad font.

In other news, I worked today at my job, which looks as if it might be starting again for real, soon. Nevertheless, I was just about fed up today, two hours into my return. The Employer called the other night at 11 p.m., unexpectedly. I was expecting another call, which is why I actually answered it. It was not who I wanted it to be. We agreed that I would come in today at 2 p.m. and work, though.

I get to work today, and there is no Employer there, nor anything for me to do. So I hang out for a while and shoot the shit with my co-workers, finding out what's really going on with projects, who's quitting, things like that. Then I sit around for another hour, which would be okay if I wasn't very tired and very cranky from schoolwork and what seems like weeks without proper sleep. About two hours after my arrival (I would have just gone home, but I actually need the money earned for these two hours), the phone rings. I answer it, with the company name and my name, and it is The Employer. "So why are you there?" he asks me. I give him my spiel: uh, hey, you asked me to come in. "Oh," he replied. "I didn't think you would actually remember that." At least I get paid for it.

For lunch, the last few weeks, I have been eating little food bars (Pria bars, if you're that interested) in the interests of portability (I can slip them under door cracks, if I were to encounter someone locked in their office and in need of instant nutrition) and my budget. They're okay for what they are, but I feel as if I am eating what is essentially a glorified food pellet, like an astronaut or a rat in a Skinner box.

I got elected El Presidente of the history honor society at school this week. It was not a difficult campaign: everyone else who has held the office this year (and there are several) quickly decided after their appointment that it wasn't for them, and eventually, it came to me. I made the mistake (after all, my life motto is "Never Volunteer for Anything") of mentioning offhand that I was thinking of running for the office next year, possibly, which got misinterpreted as Yes, I Would Like To Be President Right Now. Last semester would have been a better time to be in charge: we didn't do shit. Now the hope is that we will do things, and I was very glad that others had ideas about what these things would be. I make a good figurehead, if others do the work; or I make a good, hard-working minion for someone else, but being both in charge and being proactive about it are not strengths of mine. I tend to be a bit of a smartass (or, worse, all bumbly, stammer-y and incoherent) when I a) get nervous and b) have to speak in front of a bunch of other people, so I was coming up with unprompted one-liners right and left, which probably didn't go over well. I can never tell when people share my sense of humor.

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