So to park here at Marian, you have to buy a $210 parking pass. It’s really expensive, especially for a college student. Plus I pay about $9,500 to live here, so you think the least they could do is give me a parking spot, and maybe some better food and wifi that actually works and showers that get cleaned more than once every two weeks. But that’s a different topic. So I didn’t buy the pass and continued to park on campus, trying to cover up my dash and park in concealed areas. And it was working really well until today when they finally found me and gave me some nice parking tickets that added up to $100. Let’s just say I wasn’t real happy this morning.
My other campus job that I started this week was working as a cashier at the new food court in Alumni Hall. We have Papa John’s and a burger place. Pizza and burgers. It’s not the best job, certainly not as nice as working in the Ecolab, but it pays, barely. Oh well, you gotta work. I do get one good perk though, and that is I can eat whatever I want there for free. Looks I’ll be eating a lot of pizza this semester.
This is where the majority of my classes are this semester. It’s called the Evan Center and is home to the College of Osteopathic Medicine and the School of Nursing. It’s clean and new and very nice. But it’s a medical building and it now houses the art department. Our hall caught on fire and was demolished and will now be turned into a parking lot which is sad and angering but what am I going to do. Instead of building us a new building we were stuck in the unfinished section of this building and we have class as they paint the walls and wires dangle from the ceiling and what is left of Fisher is packed in scattered boxes. I like Marian and I love my professors (they are why I am here and not somewhere else), but it’s annoying to be on the bottom of the list. These amazing professors are stuck in a cramped, old building and our classrooms are unfinished. We are an after thought and it seems slightly wrong that the arts are on the bottom at what is supposed to be a liberal arts university. But it’s not anything new, having art at the bottom. Why should they support art? It doesn’t draw in lots of students and lots of money like a college of medicine does. Why in the world would they want to support art, the most primal and integral form of communication that humanity has and that allows us humans to express our humanity in profound and diverse ways. Maybe I’m just overreacting, but it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating to see a college spend millions on medicine and nothing on art, art history, photography, graphic design and art therapy. But oh well. My rant is over.
Blackjack, also known a 21, is the most widely played casino game in the world. This game began between 1601 & 1602.
I don’t gamble as I don’t do well in high stress situations. I was happy to just stand behind the guys and watch, and ‘people watch as well 🙂
Andy the pit boss was kind enough to allow me to take this photo as cameras and phones are NOT allowed to be used while at the tables.
Repetition is the act of something being repeated. Like this pattern above. Squares, circles and triangles being repeated seemingly infinitely. As I look at the pattern I think of my job. Box after countless box being sorted. Endless repetition. It’s monotonous. Especially when an entire semi-trailer is going to the same location. You stand in one spot for an hour and throw box after box onto a conveyor belt. The only thing that breaks the monotony is when boxes jam and pile up and everything is thrown into disorder. And I stand there and wonder why in the world I’m doing this. Working this hard, breaking my back and arms for not that much money. Because I have to. I’m grateful I have a job. But it feels so meaningless. Especially as the guy standing next to you, the one that’s been there for years, says “F*cking new people…They work so hard, thinking they can make a difference. They’re f*cking idiots.” Or the guy that tells you not to stay here because it will make you crazy, as he goes on to get in a screaming match with an unloader. But it’s a job that has to be done, and I need money. And there are countless other jobs being worked by countless other people just like me. Day after day after day.
Seriously I can focus on nothing but the sun setting when I know its coming. I can be super busy at work and yet continue to peak out the window. I won’t hesitate to ask someone to keep an eye on things so I can run outside and snap a quick photo. There is something about watching the sun set to summarize the days end.
What makes me smile though, is getting texts from my friends or family members asking if I’m catching the sunset, if I can see the colors in the sky, or if I see the cloud line. They know what it means to me and that is awesome. Tonights cloud line was gnarly!
Shot outside of work, slinging drinks and selling wings.