But that wasn't what made the day truly wacky. We (and the entire campus, I'm told) lost power around 13:15. This had not happened in fifteen years. So nobody really knew what to do. Ultimately, we had to kick all the customers out of the store and wait for a while. So around 13:50 I decide to take a crap, even though I would be doing so in the pitch dark. And lo and behold, while I'm on the stool, the power returns. We weren't able to get the systems back up for a while, so we didn't reopen until 14:20. And then the day plodded along. I was happy to finally be out for the weekend when 17:00 came. Actually, in one interesting incident from today, I ended up talking with a prospective student and his parents about a cappella groups. More selling of the university. Despite the fact that Campus Information and Visitor Relations turned down my employment application, I still do a lot of their work anyway. I knew I could have been useful to them. Their loss, as far as I'm concerned.
We got A Wolf's marching band letter today. Standard stuff. He invoked Psych 101. In my next post, I will use the new policies for the marching band to help prove just how repressive Cornell University really is.
I think that is all for this post.