living the dream

Well, I got a job. For a week. But i'm living the dream...
First, I'm working for a guild. This tickled Gabe's tiddlywinks, and maybe yours too {esp. if you are at all familiar with fantasy rpgs}.
But also the wesleyan dream - the guild i am working for is the Washington-Baltimore Newspaper Guild, specifically for the Baltimore Sun {where my dad works} section; they are in the middle of negotiations with the Tribune company that owns the paper. So today I, among other things, made some signs for a rally we are having tomorrow outside the paper.* I'm working for a union, organizing shit, helping out where neccessary. Right now we are waiting for a bulliten to get finished so we can print a bunch of them, package, and distribute. yea! it's only for a week, but this is hopefully the final week of negotiations, setting things early-like so no one gets too jumpy or ramps up too much effort in preparation for a possible strike. Anyway, at least for a few days i'll be living the wesleyan dream. speaking of gabe, i talked to him the other day, said it snowed on him the day before. ha ha (ha ha (haha)). but seriously im just killing time now, my boss?/coworker? is checking out news items, like how much CEOs are getting paid [salary+bonus+stockoptions=fuckingridiculous] so im going to stop typing before i ramble on too long.
I'm still in b-more, just chillin, hanging with my bro, etc.
~A

*note that in my time at wesleyan, i attended one protest, in greenwich, protesting bush at some fundraising dinner.