I've been on a busy cycle for the past week, dealing with Board meetings, the Garg's financial plans, working on the centennial issue, internship business, various housing headaches, and the ever-present irritant of schoolwork. SO. I am allowing myself a 5-minute break before I get back to work.
Bullet point! The Garg administration has been banking a lot of its hopes on a plan we came up with at a meeting with some Board members last month. The plan involved publishing the mag as an insert in The Daily and having the Daily business staff sell our ads, since we're complete failures at it. Well, yesterday we met with the Daily business staff to discuss the plan and they very flatly shot it down. OH WELL. We did manage to cut our budget for next year significantly, and if all goes according to plan, we should be operating at only a $1,200 deficit.
Bullet point! After finding out that Adrian couldn't live with us next year a few weeks ago, Peter, Billy, Zack and I were somewhat distraught. We figured we'd be losing our ideal house if we couldn't find a new fifth person. Well, Wilson White was apparently having problems renting it, so they allowed us to make an offer on it that we could afford, and they accepted it, with the condition that the rent would go back up if we found a fifth person. So we signed the lease and got that all wrapped up.
Bullet point! I got a call from Conde Nast last week, asking to set up an interview. I was understandably absolutely fucking ecstatic because I half believed that wouldn't get called back regarding ANY internships I applied to, much less such a prestigious one. The interview is scheduled for Friday, and I'm sorta-kinda preparing in my free time by writing lists of anecdotes about times I overcame obstacles.
Bullet point?! I have to figure out whether I'm going to go through the trouble and uncertainty involved in rooming with April in NYU housing this summer or take the easier route of NYA housing and be forced to room with someone I could potentially want to strangle. I've decided that I will figure it out after my Conde Nast interview.
Pullet boint! My obsessive tendencies have manifested themselves yet again. We've had trouble deciding on what to put in the Garg centennial issue cover, and Adrian is sort of busy strangling koalas or whatever he's doing in Australia, so I decided executively that the cover would be composed of a lot of older covers. The question, of course, was who would scan, process, and compose these covers? Can you guess? (The answer is: me.) Also, I realized to my chagrin that the Daily's scanner was on the fritz again, so for the past few days I've been carting stacks of old issues home to be scanned and back to the office again. I'm pretty much done, but I think I might be getting a little too controlling.
Bullets point! Last Saturday we had a Garg work day, and at a certain point I decided that I wanted to be riding my bike (which has been sitting in the office since December) again what with the recent warm weather. I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly what the problem with it was, but I had an inkling that lubrication and the lack thereof might have been a major part. So I went to White Market, bought a can of WD-40, and lubed the hell out of the gears and chain. I've been riding it for a few days, and it seems to be working alright, as long as I only use certain gears.
Boollet punt? Also, I've been writing essays. For school, remember? I am still going to school.
Bullet point! The Garg administration has been banking a lot of its hopes on a plan we came up with at a meeting with some Board members last month. The plan involved publishing the mag as an insert in The Daily and having the Daily business staff sell our ads, since we're complete failures at it. Well, yesterday we met with the Daily business staff to discuss the plan and they very flatly shot it down. OH WELL. We did manage to cut our budget for next year significantly, and if all goes according to plan, we should be operating at only a $1,200 deficit.
Bullet point! After finding out that Adrian couldn't live with us next year a few weeks ago, Peter, Billy, Zack and I were somewhat distraught. We figured we'd be losing our ideal house if we couldn't find a new fifth person. Well, Wilson White was apparently having problems renting it, so they allowed us to make an offer on it that we could afford, and they accepted it, with the condition that the rent would go back up if we found a fifth person. So we signed the lease and got that all wrapped up.
Bullet point! I got a call from Conde Nast last week, asking to set up an interview. I was understandably absolutely fucking ecstatic because I half believed that wouldn't get called back regarding ANY internships I applied to, much less such a prestigious one. The interview is scheduled for Friday, and I'm sorta-kinda preparing in my free time by writing lists of anecdotes about times I overcame obstacles.
Bullet point?! I have to figure out whether I'm going to go through the trouble and uncertainty involved in rooming with April in NYU housing this summer or take the easier route of NYA housing and be forced to room with someone I could potentially want to strangle. I've decided that I will figure it out after my Conde Nast interview.
Pullet boint! My obsessive tendencies have manifested themselves yet again. We've had trouble deciding on what to put in the Garg centennial issue cover, and Adrian is sort of busy strangling koalas or whatever he's doing in Australia, so I decided executively that the cover would be composed of a lot of older covers. The question, of course, was who would scan, process, and compose these covers? Can you guess? (The answer is: me.) Also, I realized to my chagrin that the Daily's scanner was on the fritz again, so for the past few days I've been carting stacks of old issues home to be scanned and back to the office again. I'm pretty much done, but I think I might be getting a little too controlling.
Bullets point! Last Saturday we had a Garg work day, and at a certain point I decided that I wanted to be riding my bike (which has been sitting in the office since December) again what with the recent warm weather. I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly what the problem with it was, but I had an inkling that lubrication and the lack thereof might have been a major part. So I went to White Market, bought a can of WD-40, and lubed the hell out of the gears and chain. I've been riding it for a few days, and it seems to be working alright, as long as I only use certain gears.
Boollet punt? Also, I've been writing essays. For school, remember? I am still going to school.
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