I Love When This Happens...

Today I had a conversation. Which, you know, not much of a statement; I have a lot of conversations, all the time, with my friends and my classmates and my professors and my family and my roommate and the cashier in the dining hall who keeps flirting with me. But you know those conversations you aren't expecting, when you start talking to someone and you just click, and the next thing you know it's hours later? Yeah.

While I was eating lunch after my writing class this guy I knew from my dorm last year came up to me and started talking. We weren't that good friends last year, event though we got on pretty well, but today I ended up sitting in TAP talking to him for more than two hours. He told me about what he was going through; he's out of school right now because he joined the Marines, and he's waiting to be deployed to Iraq. He told me about his training, what it's like in the military, the guys in his platoon. We talked school, classes, music. We talked about our jobs. We talked about political philosophy and Aristotle. It was really hard to get up and leave, even though I had a class I had to go to.

All things considered, it's been a very strange day.

I Hate Having To Be Employed

Something to think about:

I just got the email from the Financial Aid Office saying that I'm eligible for the summer federal work study program - basically, if I work for the community or a non-profit, the government will pay 90% of my wages, which any potential emplyer should be pretty happy about. I will probably be spending half my spring break trying to find a job and get the paperwork all squared away DX

I've been mentally tossing around ideas for a couple different places I could work - the Planned Parenthood clinic in Rio Rancho (but the site says they have no job openings right now, only the one in Farmington!), some random non-profit in Albuquerque, maybe asking hanjuuluver  about working with her at the YMCA...(me and her, together, surrounded all day by tiny children? The mind recoils from the possibilities).

On the other hand, I was just messing around on Google maps, and I realized that the Bernalillo Town Library is, like, 4 blocks from my dad's house. Seriously, I could walk there in fifteen minutes. Reasons this is good: a) I'd like to work at a library again, since the work is fun, I've done it for a million billion years, and hey, books, and b) it wouldn't require anyone to drive me. I felt really bad making my family drive me to work all last summer, especially when I was working at the Way Fucking Far Away Movie Theater, plus my dad's schedule is pretty full and I don't know how available he'd be. And since I'm not looking to get my driver's license any time soon...(I know, I know, but I am thinking about asking my dad to start teaching me to drive this summer, and seeing if we can do a little better than the epic fail of the last few times).

I probably won't earn quite as much as I did this summer, since I'd only be allowed to work twenty hours a week (federal rules), but with the amount I still have saved, plus the money I earn at the call center, I should be in fine shape, and working part-time at a non-sucky job is hardly a bad thing!

This does, however, make my roommate and her enormous freakout about not getting hired at the investment bank of her choice seem like bullshit, though.