I did get one visitor, though. A guy came in around 6 pm with a girl who was presumably his daughter. Both were presumably interested in the daughter attending this school. However, we didn't get that far in the conversation. First, the guy complained that the sign in the entrance that reads "Admissions Office: Second Floor" is too confusing (!?). Then he informed me that there's no one up there.

Hey, Sherlock. Did you figure that out all by yourself? "Yeah, they usually go home around 5."

"Oh. Yeah, we went up there looking for the admissions office, but we couldn't find it, and there's no one up there. There's no sign or anything."

One, yes there is a sign, which you would've seen had you opened your eyes, and two, go to MassCom, ya jerk. We don't want you here.

"Anyway, you really should have a sign up there. But thank you for your help."

Forget MassCom, you're snotty enough to go to Full Sail. "You're welcome."

The guy was (mostly) polite, but it was a condescending polite, which is worse than rudeness.

Normally when potential enrollees come in I try to convince them to come here, because I honestly think that it's one the best, if not the best, school of its kind... anywhere. But these guys...

I'm hoping our inadequate signage and staff that only works (a minimum of) 8 hours a day (the slackers!) will keep them from coming back.

I got paid today. This is not necessarily a good thing. No, I didn't blow it all on CDs; I just recently bought three CDs and I absolutely love all three of them, so I'm satisfied with that for the moment. (Besides, I get paid again on Monday; CDs can come then.)

See, a couple weeks ago, I found out that the Stereophonics - one of my favorite bands - and Howie Day, who is also awesome, are playing in Portland tomorrow night. However, I didn't have any money at the time and when I tried to look it up online, every sight that I could think of that might have info on it was down. Go figure. Anyhow, it stayed in the back of my mind, but very far in the back of my mind, and I more or less forgot about it.

Until today.

Maybe it was the copious amounts of dark fiction we've been reading in Lit & Research, or maybe it was the fact that I needed to put gas in my car, but for whatever reason today I decided that I wanted to listen to the 'Phonic's I Stopped To Fill My Car Up. So I did. And suddenly remembered about the 'Phonics/Howie Day gig in Portland. And really really really really really really wanted to go.

Are there still tickets left? Yes, there are. How much are they? 20 bucks. What time's the show? 8 pm.

Call me impulsive, but I couldn't help it. I bought me a ticket. Anyway, I'm wicked looking forward to it; it's gonna be awesome. I can't wait to tell the buddy that I'm filling in for tonight; he would've liked to have gone himself, but either his band's playing tomorrow night, too, or he decided that he should spend more than five minutes with his family. I don't wanna spend too much money at the gig, but I'd like to get me a T-shirt (I'd love one with both Howie and the 'Phonics on it, but I'll probably have to settle for one or the other), and I'll make sure I wear it when I go to his class (he teaches my History of Rock'n'Roll class) on Tuesday.

I inadvertantly opened a can of worms at work the other morning. A few shifts ago, one of the sales managers told me I couldn't use my mini-leatherman to open boxes anymore; I had to use the special box cutters [insert eye roll and derogatory hand motion of your choice here]. I said, "Ok," not really upset about it, but not planning on changing my ways either. A couple days later, it came up in conversation with my supervisor, and I told him what the guy had said; not complaining about it, just commenting on it. I still wasn't overly concerned about it.

Not my supervisor, though. He was ripped. He went to his supervisor: "You've gotta tell that bastard to mind his own damn business. We've got enough real problems in this store without worrying about what my merch team is using to open boxes with." It would have been funny if he hadn't been so genuinly ticked off.

But at the same time, that's why I love my boss. I can honestly say that if it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be working there anymore.

Anyway, I probably should be going; I'm hearing voices in the hall and I'm the only one in the building.

And they don't believe me when I say this place is haunted...