convocatum est, bitches

it's odd to eat crab chips in santa fe. i don't think i ever had the things in maryland.

so i've been convoked, and stuff. someone managed to knock over the flag while signing the register, but that someone was not me, i swear it.

after chasing around weigel some more, i have discovered that, in fact, i was not waitlisted for work-study. this is because financial aid thought there was no point in signing me up for work-study, since i'd just be waitlisted anyway, and it was too much trouble. so NOW i am waitlisted for work-study, and with luck, forty people will end up declining and i'll get something on-campus. aramark is hiring, but working the dishpit on campus would pay less than working a dishpit off campus, as the college is not a living-wage employer.

i am feeling far more secure in my decision to quit trader joe's outright, though, after noticing one of this morning's local headlines (second down). i was there that night. i didn't see what happened, because i was working in the refrigerator, but having put together some really odd behaviour i'd sort of just ignored, i know who it was, i think. i'm not sure who did it, and i've been off these past two days, but... jesus. and they only just put whoever-it-was on leave yesterday? there was a fight, that night. one kid nearly broke his hand. i saw managers talking to several people afterwards, outside, and one guy -- probably the guy implicated here -- was forcibly removed from the store. they knew something had happened, but they waited until the police got involved.

now the question, though, is what to do for money.