I've become a big fan of Bruno Mars lately, thanks to getting "Billionare" stuck in my head after playing it with Nathan on the streets of Boston. Using our ukulele and harmonica skills, we raked in a small amount of cash, including a two dollar bill, which was the highlight of my day ( Read more... )

Two days ago, I told Steph I just wanted to be friends. I told her that I'm still new in the city, and right now friends are what I actually need right now, not a relationship. She took it kind of well. Her biggest gripe was that she thought I should have been up front with her about it (which I guess is sort of true - I'd been thinking this should ( Read more... )

Marge is gone. Her last day was yesterday, solidifying the possibility that our deal is off. Upon further reflection, however, I guess this is better for Qdoba. Since I don't plan on being here my whole life - and would honestly leave if a publishing company offered me a job - it's probably for the best that they only have me as a lower worker that ( Read more... )

Marge is gone. I know this because I met a man named Jim, who introduced himself to me as "The New General Manager ( Read more... )

[Edit: I need to preface this entry and state that I'm not sad, only contemplative ( Read more... )

My first day being called into the Spare Change office was last Monday. That girl in question arrived late as expected, and I edited every article once before she even got there. Feigning ignorance, I asked her about a few pages, and she said not to worry about them. These are the pages that are the same every week, so there aren't any errors, she ( Read more... )

Steph expressed [perhaps at first begrudging] interest in playing video games with me, and so we played an NES classic: Super Mario Bros. Unfortunately, it's been a while since I last played (read: the last time I had the Wii, which was during my last session of exams), and I was a little rusty. That, combined with giving Steph the Wii-mote and ( Read more... )

Spare Change's Editor in Chief interviewed me last Monday. He explained that there are two copy editors per issue, but one has been pretty flaky lately. Next time she falls through, I'm called in to fill her spot. Pending how that goes, I may do this more on a little more permanent basis. And like the Voice, the copy editors are credited as ( Read more... )

My greatest obstacle to that manager training is a girl by the name of Angela. I haven't quite figured out what is wrong, but everything about me she finds offensive. She's gone out of her way to make my mistakes as public and audible as possible, especially when a supervisor is present. She has also on more than one occasion given me false ( Read more... )

I like to believe that everything happens for a reason ( Read more... )