The sinking feeling

Ah, the sting of rejection. Take the next 10 years and just go to sleep. Another scar, if ya will. Mass disappointment. Not sure what to do, confused. But that's apart of my life that I'm not going to write about here other than being vague.

So I'm a little panicky because I don't have all my books yet. Apparently the professor of my "celebrity culture" class emailed everyone about the books almost two weeks before, but I didn't get it. I checked my Temple email, and I'd forgotten to click "forward" to my regular email. He also specifically didn't order them from the bookstore, as he doesn't like them. Ack. Did I mention two of these books I have to have read by next wednesday? And four of them by two wednesdays from now? I actually think I am capable of doing that. The problem is that I don't have the books yet! So hopefully at least one or two of them arrives by tomorrow. I'll make due.

By the way, the classes I'm taking this semester, if you're curious:

MLA 8120 Topics in Cultural Studies: Race, Class, and Immigration (Mondays 6-8:30PM)
MLA 8011 Introduction to Interdisciplinary Studies: Celebrity Culture (Wednesdays, 6-8:30PM)

MLA 8210 Topics in Political Culture: Politics and Fiction (Thursdays, 5:30-8PM)

Staffed the Shoe today. I like having a semi-routine again, it makes staffing a lot less stressful. Like I actually look forward to it. Both my trainees scheduled didn't show, par for the course. When you find a good trainee, who'll someday blossum into a good staffer, and a good member hopefully, I smile largely on the inside. (Though guarded! A lot of people can disappoint you if you raise your expectations too high. And then you might be mean to them. And that's no good. Why am I referring to myself in the 3rd person?)

Calm before the storm.