Oh, me so tired

So much to do. Started getting all my potential schools together, printing out and/or requesting applications so I can get the rec part rolling. Pooped now, just came back from tax class, but will continue in the morning (picked up v. snazzy folders to put the individuals schools stuff in; yay me!). Got called back for a Rush position at Shake and Co.; am happy that I can get at least a few of my schoolbooks on discount. Fingers crossed, I can get the job with Liberty Tax and so I'll be set thru May when it comes to funds. Tonight I'm planning on washing up, watching "Arrested Development", and going to sleep at a decent time.

Was reading Alan Moore's Promethea on the way to the tax thinggey. There's a sex scene in the aptly named "Sex, Stars, and Serpents" that defies description. I didn't find it arousing so much as...transcendent. Which is what Moore was going for, I believe. Good stuff. Or maybe I'm just too tired to be discriminatory.

Back feels better. I was worried for a minute.

My day - a brush with fame (?) and incompetence.

When I woke up this morning dad informed me that some TV show people had come around, inquiring if they could use the house for filming. I sort of didn't believe him, and he told me to check the card they'd left downstairs. The "card" turned out to be a note of interest from the production crew, with a (photocopied) signed cast photo of the people of "Third Watch" on the back. I was "eh", since I really don't watch the show and I know no sane site scout [sorry for the alliteration] would choose this house for anything else but a crack den. The siding on the outside is grey and the visible attic window is missing a pane. When I left dad said he would have given them a call today (guess he was sort of hyped about it) and I figured I'd have some time (at least) to tidy the dump that is my room. Wrong. Turns out they popped back out today to do site photos. I'm so embarrassed. The entire house is a genuine mess. But maybe that's what they're going for. My house as a crack den. But, wait - isn't "Third Watch" a fire department show or something? Eh.

Tomorrow's D-day for the tax class thinggey. We have our exams and exit interviews, to determine who they're going to hire. I'm not worried, but sorta am. I think the job would be fun. It combines my love of crunching numbers, working with computers, and helping people. Couldn't get better.

( Here begins my rant on the tax place. )

With all that being said I still want to work there. I can never give less than all of myself at work. I just can't. Schoolwork I tend to half-ass, but any service position has me working my behind off. If I get hired I'll make it my duty to become as knowledgeable as possible on the topic, that's all.

I met a fellow Ivy-er today in the class, by accident. We ended up sitting next to one another and amusing each other in order to stave off the brain freeze/frustration/sleepiness that working in a room with 70 other people a cramped space while not understanding what's going on tends to engender. When we were packing up to go I noticed he was using a Yale notebook. I told him I'd gone to Brown and he said something along the lines of "Ah. It fits. You're pretty well-spoken." ... to which I responded "Err, okay. Whatever that means." I'm still trying to figure out if that's a compliment or a backhanded insult (in general; I've heard it before, used for other people and towards myself).

So, right. I'm going to study hardcore for this exam. AFTER I get in some "Arrested Development" Season 1. Because I'm still a slacker at heart.