I am a fucking powder keg right now. There aren't even words for how mad I am, yet (surprisingly) I haven't started to cry yet. ('Cause I, uh, normally do that when things get shitty). This has been a bad day, where bad things have happened.

I was fired on Monday. I did not find out about this until today. I am mad. I am mad enough to spit. Some of you might want to ask, "Why were you fired, Rhiannon?" To which I might reply, "it's a long story, friends. But if you have the time, it goes a little something like this..."

So I was supposed to have a meeting with CArla and the rest of the newspaper crew yesterday, which was postponed until this morning for one reason or another. It was supposed to be at 11:30, but at about 9:15 the phone rings and wakes me up, and it's Carla. Can I make it in for 10? Sure thing.

So Mathman and I make our way up to the school, and everyone (the 2 of us, Missy, Bess, Ty, and Carla) meets up in our office. The big news? NUSU (our student union) passed a motion on Monday ordering our paper to cease and desist; or more correctly, to cease to exist, effective Monday. In theory we're being disbanded until August or so, but who really knows? We've been told that we are being disbanded due to liability issues (relating to not only our liability with the actual newspaper in terms of the content, but also the liability of us as employees). There's also some difficulty relating the adoption and acceptance of our governance package and really none of this makes ANY SENSE.

Admittedly, my opinion of the student union at my school is pretty poor to begin with. I even understand that most of their concerns are valid (to an extent). Their implementation (disbanding the paper?) leaves much to be desired, though. They've set it up so that we (Carla, Missy and myself) can't train the incoming executive (BEss, Mathman and Ty) and we'll miss the publication deadline for our first issue, which means that we'll have another set of pissed off advertisers to deal with and a staff that knows nothing about putting together a paper--all of which puts the future of the paper at risk. Additionally, I just received a phoen call from Carla to tell me to get anything personal out of the office because the locks are being changed as of tomorrow. This makes me even more suspicious. Why can't they just ask for our keys back? Something more is at stake here than their petty liability issues.

They've made a decision I've been mulling over for sometime much easier, though. I'm running for Humanities rep on council next year. I'm going to be all over them like Jasper on a lap.

I have to make another decision pretty soon too. I've been offered a job with a telephoen company here in North bay for the summer. Full tiem hours at a really great rate...so do I stay or do I go home to my maybe-if-the-strike-ends job at my beloved historical site? Right now I'm leaning towards the North Bay job, especially since the Squidge will totally come live with me for a week or so then. It'll be awesome. Absolutely awesome.

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