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*deep breath*
Ahh, the sour smell of raw sewage. I must be back at work.

My vacation up in Ohio was great. I love the Mock Girls, though I'm still not sure Kate and Meredith believe I'm there as much to see them as I am to see Rachel. -laughs- And I don't think any of them believe that I go there to relax. Ah well, it was great, anyways.

Since I'm going to say it anyways, I might as well get it over with now: It was also nice to see Andrea, Nikki, Courtney, Jessie...

But now I'm 'home' again. Two days of work, then I move into my apartment on Campus. Classes start on Monday, as does my other job. Luckily, this job goes part-time starting Monday. I'm looking forward to getting back.

That having been said, I'm thinking about transferring out of CUA. Like, seriously considering it. I've been complaining for a good part of the last year or so, and a combination of talking with Elizabeth and Rachel Tuesday night has spurred me to really think about it. I'm dissatisfied both with the quality of the program and with the company I've kept (or not kept, as the case may be). I have more hope that the social aspect may improve after I get back there (I do have a tendancy to exagerate, and maybe thing aren't as bad people-wise as I think), but I have little faith at all in the accademics improving. CUA just doesn't feel as... Catholic as I'd have liked, I suppose, and I feel like no one there really knows me... It's a bit discouraging, though, to think that things might not be better somewhere else...

Oddly enough, my mom was more inclined towards me transferring on social reasons than accademic. I find that odd.
I'm really afraid of change, I've decided, but I'm looking now at other schools I might like, and see what I can find. If things improve, fine, but if not, I'd like to transfer as soon as possible, maybe even for the Spring Semester. Especially if Social issues drive me, it only makes sense to leave if I have time for it to be worth it (though, I'm almost sure transferring would add another year to my schooling)...

And I suppose that's about it... Gotta get all my stuff packed t'night and t'morrow.
Gotta get to work here, I've got a few interfaces to write before my boss gets in...

Hold the Onions

So, I hand the lady a $20 for my $4.79 meal - I hate doing that, I much rather not forcing people to make large amounts of change - and she hands me back a ten, two fives, two dimes and a penny. She was already onto the next customer when I handed her the extra five back; she's always very short and very rushed, I could have walked away with the extra cash and no one would be the wiser. Except for me.

The funny thing is (funny in a bad way) that if I'd left with that $5, her drawer would have come up short, and the whole mess would have far-reaching results; I've seen it happen before when I worked in food. Having done the right thing, the day runs smoothly and no one will notice.
Though, I do think I made her day better. She thanked me.

And now I have an hour and a half to keep myself occupied before I'm out...