(Well, maybe.)

I was browsing the Towerlight online before going to work this morning and one headline jumped out and made me chortle and proclaim “Fat Chance!”

Smoke-free campus?
Committee to consider smoking ban; could start next year

The sight of students and faculty huddled outside buildings for smoking breaks may be a thing of the past if Towson implements a policy making campus smoke free.

Following a request from the president’s council last month, the Substance Education and Concerns Committee is creating a formal recommendation for Towson President Robert Caret.

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Here’s how I think my grades are going to break down this semester (so close to being over holy shiiit):

Myth - A
Tradition & Form - A
Film & Lit - B
History of the English Language - C

That gives me, if my rough off the top-of-the-head calculations are correct, a 3.25 GPA for the semester. Not bad. The big “if” is History of the English Language — unfortunately, I completely bombed the first test, and I’m assuming a mid-seventy on the final for the purposes of this early guesstimation of my grade.

So Sarkozy won in France, which means the French are going to have to give up their ten hour workweeks. Poor cheese eating surrender monkeys. Anyway, most Sundays I work a ten hour shift — 11-4 at the Franchise, then 4-9 at the Indy. I guess I’m getting lazy, because I begged and cajoled Gary the Driver into working my closing shift. Given the slow nature of nights at the Indy, I was out less than an hour after I’d shown up.

Actually, I know why I left and it had less to do with being lazy and more to do with feeling sick. Not, like, sick because of a virus, but just sick of my schedule. Let me recap: for the last year, roughly, I’ve been a full-time college student and a more- than-full-time employee. Days off? HAH! Have I mentioned I’ve got less than two weeks until my finals are over? It’s like I’ve got a “Can’t Wait To Have a Real Job”-type of spring fever.

After getting out of work, I didn’t come straight home. Instead, I stopped by Valley View Farms and spent about fifteen minutes walking through the various greenhouses trying to find a Japanese Water Lily - or Peace Lily - for two reasons: 1. because my apartment needs some ‘green’, and 2. because I’d really love to have one handy in case “Lurch” ever tries to kill me. Thanks to Danielle for trying to provide me some green-advice, and offering to provide me with a Spider Plant for my favorite price - free!

I took off this coming Friday — my big plans? Spring cleaning my apartment. This place is a wreck. ‘Dirty’ doesn’t quite do it justice.

Of course, unless I’m somehow able to find a job that pays in the mid-40s (for an entry level? not likely), I’m going to have to keep delivering pies a few nights a week to keep paying my bills - so I won’t be able to cut down to, say, a short fifty-hour week even though I’d really like to. I’ve decided I’m going to stay with the Franchise: slightly better hourly and mileage pay, and the business is more consistent. Say what you will about indy shops versus a big-name pizza shop, the big-name stores usually have a fairly large advertising campaign backing their sales.

Anywaaaaay … Gary’s not going to be happy. Gary Owner of the Indy, that is, not Gary the Driver (two different people). Turns out James, who is Gary’s Assistant Manager and who started at the Indy roughly the same time I did, is also leaving soon. He’s planning on turning in his notice soon. I’m planning on telling Gary that I’m shipping my resume out the next time I see him, and I also plan on softening the blow (and trying to get him to keep my hours from getting cut until I’m gone) by telling him this and gesturing with my right hand while holding half-a-case of cheap beer in my left. Hey, he’s a simple guy.