There was a small contriversy over my transpass and text at the bookstore. The lady who rung me up didn't count the money I gave her. She initially rung it up as me paying $80, but then a few minutes later decided that I had only given her $70. I think I only gave her $70, but she didn't bother to even tell me what was going on until after she called a manager. Just sort of stared at the cash register for a while. Her boss basically said, you didn't pay attention, so credit him for $80. It wasn't until I left that I thought about it and realized I probably only gave $70, and by that point I was running late for work. Yuck. At least the casheer asked for my phone number; they were going to add everything up later that day. Well, Aymon's cell, as we still have no phone service. Gr. I still feel bad about all that, though. I hope she doesn't get in trouble for that.
My Tourism and Hospitality class is stretching the span of my patience. The professor spends 80% of the time summerizing articles in the newspaper about hot new trends. We have writing we have to do, but nothing significant. It is all little paragraphs about trivial topics with no citations. However, it fills two requirements and is an easy A, so I shouldn't complain too much, I suppose.
I finally got around to finishing Fellowship. About time, really. SEPTA is good for my reading schedule.