Ex-Vox: Dyejob on Progress

Greenscreen.

I got the job shovelin' ice cream, naught but a day after I was released from Third Planet. What'd I tell you, nucka. I got that job. My first week was a laugh riot, especially after Ashley finally said what was on my mind: "There's no way we're gonna look sexy in this apron-visor thing."

But hey, foodservice. Interesting venture for me. Fuel for my books. It may be easier to survive if my checks are supplemented with more evenly dispersed tip income, though it sucks that I'm working eight hours a week for minimum wage at the moment. So before I get my first raise, in either pay or hours, I look forward to everyone's tax return checks making them want to celebrate their joy with ice cream and songs and tips.

Also, the demon of Philosophy Test #2 was vanquished. I felt like Peter Griffin annihilating Cybill Shepherd. Maybe I can pass this class after all.

Now if only I could keep up on all my other homework? I'm doing some of it right now, in fact, and on my intermittent breaks I'm typing away in this little Voxie or playing somewhere else online. That's what the super-old laptop is good for -- distraction-free word-processing. I don't even have Solitaire on the damn thing!

Undaunted.

I'm through bitching in blog form about the recent cluster-fuck that was the end of my tenure at Third Planet Comics and Games.

I'm ready to attack the same ol' job circuit -- retail, mainly -- now with more experience and stronger references under my belt. Barely a day unemployed with two interviews lined up, and I haven't even been looking hard yet. I have interviewing down to a science and 15 fresh copies of my updated resume in my car, if needed. I'm going to get a job, come Hell or high water. To quote Dave Chappelle (oh no, how 2004), "Steadman, we gon' get this bitch."

But ah, enough hubris about my hire-ability for now.

There is that issue of school, about which I shouldn't be so hubris-y . . . at least not in all classes.

The philosophy class looks to be raping me with great zeal so far, but I remain confident. After all, I have only missed one day and we're already halfway through. The first time I took the class, I must've missed every other class meeting and slept through the ones I went to anyway. So at least I'm fairly sure I won't fail this time, but it'd be nice if I actually make it above a C.

Another class that's come up with suprising rape-zeal is my Mass Media class. I know, right? MASS MEDIA. I mean come on, I eat mass media, breathe it, snort it, bleed it, and when I sneeze, mass media comes out. But this woman is a fucking powerhouse and she expects the same from us. We have two things due every week, usually one very extensive assignment (example: mine this week was three pages long, single-spaced) and one piece of progress from our research paper. She has these damn news quizzes on what's happened in the LA Times all week, and the class average score is 4/10. I'm gonna cry one of these days in that class, because I walked in expecting no less than an A but I think now I'm gasping for a C. Well, we'll see what happens when I turn in my sexy research paper. I'm a former Chag Hag, so I can't come away with anything less than an A on that.

On the bright side, Public Relations class IS a cinch. Every assignment comes back with glowing remarks on it about how I'm a natural and the paper absolutely NEEEDS me on staff. I got 100% on my first test, and a paragraph of compliments at the bottom to boot. I am definitely using Kate as a reference in the future. Her class really makes me feel like I can do the work I want to do (and enjoy it), whenever it is I finally drag out of my academic hole.

And then there's Cultural Anthro. Yawn. Can't imagine I'd be failing the class. The guy doesn't give homework and he teaches right out of the book and those videos narrated by David "Kung Fu" Carradine. Now if only I could stay awake during lecture. But the big news is, I've decided, if credits work the way I hope they do, I am going to add an Anthropology AA to my plate. I'm already half done with it, so why the fuck not, y'know? I swore I wouldn't take all one discipline during any given semester, so what better for me than to double-major? I'm totally goofy-excited over this revelation and after this semester I'll meet with a counselor to see if we can work it that way.

To recap my academic goal:
- Anthropology AA
- Journalism AA (transferred to . . .)
- Journalism BA with concentration on PR
- . . . maybe a certificate in Business Management, but that's a long ways down the line.

So far, spring semester has been full of tumult but I feel like I'm coming out on top.