Today was the first day of my last semester of school (as my friend put it this morning). Not too sad about it. Class wise, I think its going to be good, but then again I'm taking six classes. Two of them are with my art history professor that I can't stand, but no way of getting around that. So today was 20th century art history and senior sem (archaeological theory and methods); and tomorrow I have latin, women in antiquity, an archaeology class on Pompeii and Herculaneum, and then art history theory. A fun day is a head of me.
bastards. then i get slammed with checkins, and the phone starts going. i ignore it, it keeps going and going. finally get everyone out and answer the phone, and it is my manager. she chews me out, and then asks why i won't let the people having a meeting into their convention room.
NO ONE ASKED ME!!! maybe that is why. They asked the cook who was running around doing stuff he needed to do, and he got the key and opened it for them. I guess they called and complained to the person in charge of the convention center while the cook was trying to find the keys.
xoxo,
j