Shift 11: Wait, I still have another shift?
I went to the newsroom yesterday bittersweet.
"Sam, I can't believe this our last news shift," says I while thoughts of all the fun and interesting things of this semester spun through my mind as happily as a candy-colored carousel.
"It's not." (cue the screeching stop of carousel music)
I could only respond with a deadpan, "what?" A failsafe way to turn my bittersweet into bitter is to change my schedule, especially now.
I have a great finals week. I only have one final on Tuesday and the presentation for this class then jet set, see ya: I'm home, surrounded by the apple cider and pumpkin bread characteristic of a Cochran Christmas.
But the week before finals (the week of my actual last news shift) is, well, there's no polite word to describe it.
So writing my final news shift into my meticulously crafted and outlined schedule shifts everything two hours to the left. It took me at least half an hour last night to commit the new schedule to memory.
But I see promise in next week's news shift because . . . Rick's making waffles.
All it takes is the thought of Gene Kelly singing in the rain to pull me out of a slump.
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