Experience is over-looked knowledge

I'm glad my week is over and the weekend is here.
I pulled into work last night and immediately noticed Gene's car wasn't there... a sure sign that something is off and I should begin worrying.
I walk in, "Where's Gene!" I yell.
"He called out," says Alex, cautiously.
"Well... who's covering for him?"
*Alex puases, considers options, takes a few steps back*
"...Bianca..."
"BIANCA!!"

I'm still new to WaWa. She's even newer. And an idiot. And lazy.
So... I was head hancho at the Goose last night. My first night in deli ever... and it was by myself... on a Friday night... with Fiona's twin (the ogre form of Fiona) to back me up. I was backed up almost all night... until 4:30 or 5 this morning. I don't remember anything that went on while I was there. I think it went well though (considering)... the place didn't burn down and all the drunks got their sandiwches and didn't cause any problems... I coded everything correctly... pulled the freezer... had all the coffee up and running... made those stupid breakfast sandwiches... and even grumpily made the GreenLeaf can't-buy-the-perfectly-good-sizzli-that-has-already-been-made-for-our-convenience women their stupid special order sanwiches. My inexperience after having been working there for 4 months surprised me.

I left tired. Not mad or pissed or upset or anything negative. Just tired and a little zombie-esque. I came straight to campus from work so that I could knock out this presentation for speech class... if it weren't for the internet and all the fun and more-interesting things to do on it, my presentation would've been done in about 15 mins... but I'm not hurry to get to the house and I'm trying out Pandora.com so I've been putzing.

I'm digging this Pandora though... I put in O.A.R. because I've been listening to Live on 34th and 8th almost non-stop for quite a while now and it's just the music I was craving this morning. Intelligent, passionate (not fucking emo), smooth singing, gentle but skilled guitar, mellow over-all music but seems more real-to-life than the heartbreak and lust songs of all the twenty-something-boo-hoo-life-is-pain bands that are exploding everywhere. O.A.R., DMB, Oasis, REM, Red Hot Chili peppers, and Phish are a few that keep popping on my 'station.' Bands that are seasoned and experienced... they do something and do it well.

Mellow. I feel mellow. Not happy, not sad, not excited, not down. I'm so tired from this week and the prospect of the coming weeks that it makes me feel very passive. I might just nod off in the computer lab with the music playing.