In hoc signo vinces
Tuesday I met Barbara Boxer... if you don't know who that is, she's a US Senator from California. She's one of those tax-and-spend liberals your momma warned you about, but I got to shake her hand and talk with her a few minutes. Why? Well, she came to my bookstore to sign copies of her new novel. And guess what? She's awesome. I wasn't planning to do more than say hello, but my boss put me in charge of the event, so I got to stand there next to her and keep the line under control. She was very nice and down-to-earth, which is a far cry from how she's usually portrayed. I didn't ask any really in-depth questions (too many people) but we did chat about the VA gubernatorial election, which, by the way, was safely delivered into the hands of Tim Kaine. That's because he got my vote. My 0-6 voting streak is at an end. I'm partying like the Houston Texans.
That was my second-to-last day at B. Dalton. Yesterday was my last day, and next week I enter a life phase I haven't seen in over two years for more than a month at a time: I will have only one job. But since the pay is like 1.8 times the B. Dalton per hour rate, I'll actually be making a lot more with fewer hours.
My last day was uneventful. I actually felt like putting forth a little effort, and my bosses made sure I didn't just float on out on my last day. They gave me a card and gift certificate for the movie theatre. Sweet. What's odd is that I was dreading the final goodbye--not because it'd be hard not seeing these people anymore, but because there were some interpersonal tensions that were left unresolved. The "cashwrap supervisor," a person I worked with every day, suddenly ceased talking to me/started ignoring me about two months ago, and I never found out why. Well, we never talked about it, and she left work early on my last day without saying a word. So it stays unresolved. But I have no idea why it happened in the first place.
Anyway, no more 10 pm bedtimes and 5:32 bus rides for me! I feel like I'm growing up.
I'm also looking for a school-credit internship for next semester, and the National Geographic Society seems to want me. Hopefully, my interview next week won't reveal that I can't actually create websites with the ease they want me to.
That was my second-to-last day at B. Dalton. Yesterday was my last day, and next week I enter a life phase I haven't seen in over two years for more than a month at a time: I will have only one job. But since the pay is like 1.8 times the B. Dalton per hour rate, I'll actually be making a lot more with fewer hours.
My last day was uneventful. I actually felt like putting forth a little effort, and my bosses made sure I didn't just float on out on my last day. They gave me a card and gift certificate for the movie theatre. Sweet. What's odd is that I was dreading the final goodbye--not because it'd be hard not seeing these people anymore, but because there were some interpersonal tensions that were left unresolved. The "cashwrap supervisor," a person I worked with every day, suddenly ceased talking to me/started ignoring me about two months ago, and I never found out why. Well, we never talked about it, and she left work early on my last day without saying a word. So it stays unresolved. But I have no idea why it happened in the first place.
Anyway, no more 10 pm bedtimes and 5:32 bus rides for me! I feel like I'm growing up.
I'm also looking for a school-credit internship for next semester, and the National Geographic Society seems to want me. Hopefully, my interview next week won't reveal that I can't actually create websites with the ease they want me to.
posted by Library Student Workers Blog at 5:24 PM
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Yes, she did. One of the 23.
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