  We All Have a Face That We Hide Away Forever... Song in head: Layla - Eric Clapton Current Mood: Feeling Strangely Fine Well, it's kinda odd. I'm so determined to have a good time over this spring break, that I'm just tuning everything out... Like Mom, like my money problems, like all that junk.
It's kinda cool, to be so carefree sometimes. However, at some points, all that crap comes out to haunt. *shrugs* Still, not too shabby. But here I am. The parade went fairly well, and was a good deal of fun. I could have been just fine without Don, but hey, you really just can't win them all. But, there's an evening event starting at 1800, in about a half hour. I have Lonna Kingsbury and Walt McCabe coming in--two of the shittiest workers we got. In fact, I was only dragged in on the account that they will be too shitty to do it on their own, and I need to "train" them. This is really sad, considering that they are Sp. Events Dept. leftovers, from like exhibits such as Liberty on the Border, and Walt even works as a Sup.
in Vatican (which, mind you, explains his inherent shittiness as a worker). It's kinda sad... I'm really falling... That's pretty bad. Then again, I was startled... Why should I be surprised? So maybe it's not so bad... Who knows? Anyhow... I have an evening event to run. I'm at T-10 minutes, with no staff, no call from the kiosk, and no walkthrough completed... So, I'm gonna go. TTYL. Queen - Nevermore 
