A Day

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work I make it my point to notice them. ~Markus Zusak

I found this paragraph while reading *The Book Thief *during statistics class this evening on my ipod under a notebook tent. Sadly it’s about the only time I get to read anything other than textbooks and assigned readings.

Today was a typical day. I was up at 6:30 to shower, eat, pack a lunch, and head out the door with a 20 pound backpack. At 4 I am back briefly to wolf down some food and switch the books in the backpack for another 6 hour shift of classes and seminar. At 10pm I finally got back to my room, the day finally done. I have morning classes, then work a shift at the tech desk, then it’s right off to classes again for the rest of the evening. If I don’t do the week’s homework on Saturday, I’m done for.

The tech desk is a grab bag. Some days I sit and do homework all afternoon, others, like today, is spent running between classrooms and offices. The few minutes between a professor’s phone call and when I must fix a broken projector, blue screen lectern computer, or a malfunctioning rf system in front of an pacing professor and restless class of students is spent furiously running potential solutions through my mind.

Sometimes I have no clue what is wrong, like the time I was called to the board room to fix a blue screen projector above a table full of high dollar executives eating filet mignon and drinking wine. The projector refused to work. The boss was gone, at his own board meeting off campus, I was the only person in the office. I try not to act like I know more than I do, but neither do I give up easily and admit defeat. I called my boss at his lunch meeting (he’s a super gracious person) and he was able to tell me which buttons to push to fix it. Whew. Not so bad really; the worst part is being pulled abruptly out of my cubicle into the unknown to perform miracles on strange computers in front of large audiences.

I look forward to the day when this is only a memory. Ah, it will be sweet, then…

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