Volunteering & Volunteer Students

Irrelevant blog title, but a cool one nonetheless. 

I'm at work. 

It's snowing, which means I might get to to leave at 4:00 instead of 5:00. 

I had a latte this morning. 

All in all, it's been a satisfactory day despite my tiredness.  I didn't get to bed until 2:30 last night (or rather, this morning), but I was up for a good reason.  A sexy reason, if you will.  To put it more bluntly - for the confused and charmingly (perhaps cutely) slow-witted - I was kept awake by sex itself.  So I'm tired in a content kind of way, if that makes sense.

I haven't much pontificating to do at the moment.  That's not to say there's nothing to pontificate about (there's plenty), but I'm a little out of touch with issues of vast political importance.  I blame that on being out of school and having little inclination to read newspapers or watch TV.  This will pass, I assure you. 

I have job opportunities at the moment.  One will, I believe, work out.  The other probably wont.  I applied and was accepted to a seemingly competitive government internship program that, according to the organization's website, I'm not supposed to talk about in great depth or detail.  It's sort of like Fight Club, only less exciting - much less exciting. 

Anyways, I had to write an entrance exam last week and I feel ambivalent about it.  It probably went well, just not exceptionally well.  I can only hope that, to my surprise, I'll have scored phenomenally high.  It took me so long to get there - and believe me, the journey was a perilous and difficult one - that I almost want to believe I'm fated to move up and on in the program.  I survived poor directions, wrong-turns, and crippling hopelessness to make it to the test centre with three - yes, three - minutes to spare.  I looked dishevelled, stressed, and shockingly under-dressed (there were a surprising number of people in suits), but I made it. 

Still, my hopes aren't high.

I've applied to volunteer (yes, such a process does exist) at a fund-raising foundation at a hospital.  I'm looking at writing letters, annual reports, and blurbs.  I also expect to do some light research and make phone calls.  I'll be gaining some experience working in public relations, which is good.  I won't be paid for my efforts, but constructing a more recent, relevant and well-rounded portfolio is slightly more important than adding to my horribly meager condo fund. 

The radio station at work has been playing a lot of upbeat 60s music today.  Mindless, joyful stuff.  Not a bad thing to listen to in a sterile office, I don't think.  Actually, I've had a soft spot in my heart for 60s pop since ending up at 60s night at a small, appealingly skanky bar several months back.  It was a surprisingly good night, even though nothing particularly memorable or exciting happened.  

Actually, I just thought about something of value to talk about. Unfortunately I have not the time to address the subject, which will require a longer and more thoughtful analysis than I'm at liberty to give at present.  I have lots of invoicing to do and only a half hour left to do it.

The topic is Discovery Channel health shows.  I watched several this past Sunday as I entertained the new-ish puppy (who's an adorable, charming, satanic little monster). 

Perhaps I'll discuss it later.  Like tomorrow, if the blogging mood strikes.

 I think this was the most unfocused entry I've ever written.  I blame the happy exhaustion.