Oh C’mon!
Can the *ucking Spurs maintain a lead. For *uck's sake. I can't handle this. And what's worse: I had to listen to it while watching a TNT that didn't come in all the way. Moving on.... A friend of mine -- Wendy-Sue -- came to visit today. We just planned it the other night. It was fun. I went and met her in Chinatown.
Even though I lived pretty close to it, I never really made it over there. Wendy-Sue and I hung out at the park and at my place. It was cool. And we had a good talk while watching the clouds roll back in. I guess it's not time for summer here yet, but this is a little ridiculous. I did some work today and am starting to feel much better about not working. I started my fourth book this morning and should finish it tomorrow.
So far, I've read Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, Virginia Woolf's Orlando, James Baldwin's Go Tell It on the Mountain, and I'll finish Bertolt Brecht's Mother Courage tomorrow. I can get used to this. I have been spending a little too much time online but that's to be expected when I was without it for so long. I haven't called the temp agency back yet. To be honest, I'm not totally excited to be asking that place for work. I didn't mention this but I have another gender story I'd like to share and it happened while I was at the temp agency.
After I filled out all the paper work and took the tests, I returned to the waiting room to, well, wait. I was reading Orlando at the time and, interestingly, had just reached the point in the novel where Orlando wakes up as a woman. (If you haven't seen the movie, rent it. The beautiful Tilda Swinton stars as Orlando.) Anyway, I'm sitting there reading for just a short while and then a woman came in and took my papers from the desk. "Catherine?" she said. Looking up from my book, I said "yes."
She then looked at me, with a rather confused gaze on her face, looked back down at her clipboard and then asked again, this time with a bit of trepidation in her voice, if it was, indeed me. Again, I said, "yes." Then she said with a bit of disappointment in her voice, "ok, come with me." The meeting was only about five minutes long and it seemed as though she couldn't get me out of there fast enough.
I was in a good mood, so I tried not to let her get to me, bitch though she may have been. Instead, I walked out into the sunny day in a fairly good mood (the last day I saw the sun) and decided I needed to come back that way to go to the NY Public Library (42ndish and Madison).
It's across the street from the temp agency. So I have a feeling that even if there were jobs to be had, none of them would come my way. I will call her tomorrow, though. I think I might want to conduct a little test. On what, I'm not sure. Maybe to see how long she can put me off. We'll see.
The grades are starting to roll in. I just checked and my Gender, Politics and History grade came back (flatulent professor). She gave me an A-. I'm not totally happy with it but I am much happier than I would have been had she given me anything lower. I'm just glad to be done with her.
This lowers my GPA to a 3.77, so hopefully my other two glasses will be better. I'm actually expecting either an A- or lower for my Political Feminist Theory course because that was tough. It had me strung up all the way until the end. But I know the prof liked me. In my presence last week, she told this guy who works in her office (Academic Affairs) that I was an exciting student to have. That was cool. She brought me in there because I had information about the inability of the Financial Aid Department to mail us out our information for next year. I still don't know what kind of loans I'm getting from New School, which means I haven't been able to apply for additional funds elsewhere. Hopefully I'll be able to come back. Anyway, I was in her office and she took me by the thumb into his office. I'm not saying this means I'll get an A or A- in the class (especially since the Spurs can't maintain a bloody 19-point lead) but you never know.
