Genius is not with us this Thanksgiving holiday. He is currently Jack-Torrancing his way through the week, having been selected as caretaker of 1400 beds at College as one of the two RAs on duty during the break. I’m not good with details. I believe Genius has to mind four buildings. My knowledge of the specifics makes me look like an expert in irony.
I asked Genius if he had enough food to last the week. It’s not like he has the larder of The Overlook Hotel to feed on. He survives on the meal ticket that comes with his RAship. He said that College was giving him $130 for the week. According to Genius, the math wizard, that’s five dollars per meal, three meals per day, except the last day, when he only gets to eat twice. However…being quite the entrepreneur, taking after Val and her proposed handbasket factory pipe dream, Genius declared that he only needs to eat one meal per day, and is planning on scamming the extra cash for his electronic ventures.
“Make sure you go to a buffet! Then you can eat your fill.”
“Oh, I’m not wasting my money by eating out. There is one other guy on the hall, and we have decided to go halves on groceries, and cook every night. I’m going shopping later. I have my Schnuck’s card!”
Genius also said his old roommate, who transferred to a different college this fall, was coming to visit. “Well, let’s hope he didn’t regenerate an appendix.” Yeah. Genius spent the week before break that year taking his roomie to the hospital with appendicitis.
I’m hoping his caretaking duty is less than eventful.
“Mom. All I have to do is make sure nobody burns the place down.”
I guess he's qualified. I hope he doesn't have any residents like a certain blogmaster. You know. The kind who might use pencils for kindling to start a roaring fire in the microwave.