Work on Saturday wasn't that bad. the store didn't get mobbed until 1:15, just as I came back from lunch. This was no doubt the time the Janet Reno speech let out. Even after that, the lines weren't that bad for most of the time. That's the good thing about having five registers to handle the line. When I got home I was quite tired. But for some reason I couldn't sleep. Kind of like now. I was also glad that I didn't have to work a job like Chips or Rico, who both work mad hours as cooks in the Statler Hotel. They go into work late in the morning and often come back after midnight. That really can't be good for them at all.
I slept in on Sunday. I missed Commencement. But I did read Hunter's speech, and as I thought, I didn't miss much by not going to Schoellkopf. I chilled for a while before going to the radio station to do final preparations for the commencement night show. I also brought back some of my cans. Putting the interviews on carts was a bitch. Also a bitch was editing Powell's interview. I had to give special instructions to Aaron, the engineer, but it wasn't that bad. The show went pretty good as well. One error I did make was that I forgot to say my name at the top of the show, which is generally not good. I also mistakenly referred to Mary Pierce, the tennis player, as Larry. Got the tennis and the hockey crossed up in my head, I guess. I had about ten minutes after the interviews were done to go over the year in Cornell athletics, which turned out to be just enough. After the show was done I went home and chilled.
I did some more chilling today. The general idea is to rest as much as I can before going back to work tomorrow. But I did go back out to East Hill Plaza to get rid of the rest of my cans. Like I said, tomorrow is back to work, so the aching of the feet will no doubt return.
My mom is bringing up the boxes for the computer on Wednesday. She will drop them off sometime during the day and then camp out near Ithaca. All the stuff and me will leave Thursday morning. Right now I can't wait to get home. I'll write again soon...