Last night was Jackie's birthday party. They had dinner at Fanuel Hall, then they were supposed to go back to Jackie's apartment on campus and party. About an hour before dinner, they realized, Hey, we've got like twenty people. We can only sign in twelve. Awesome. So, instead, everyone went back to our place. Which worked out great for me, because I was working until ten, so when I got home, the party had already started. We rocked, played ping-pong, and rocked some more. Claire and I finally got to play Rock Band 2 together after a three month dance around and towards each other. There wasn't any actual dancing involved, that was a line from Ocean's Eleven.
I don't think my project got voted for in Entrepreneurship. Ah well, that just means less work for me.
So with last night's party, of which I knew ahead of time, I knew I wouldn't want to get up at 9am to be at J-Spot by ten. So, I talked to the intern, who's name is also Andrew, and he agreed to open the store at ten, stay until I got here and then leave. He wouldn't be putting in any extra time, but he would get paid for working alone. My clock would start when I got here, and everyone would go home happy.
Everyone, that is, except for a number of people. Andrew slept through his alarm a number of times. John, the owner, came in around 11 to pick up some paperwork, to find the bulding closed and locked up. A band had a reservation at 10, but they left when no one opened the place up. John wasn't happy. Andrew eventually showed up about 1130, and I got here about 1, as I originally had planned. I'm not in trouble, right?
What else is new? Nothing.
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