We're not boring, just...repressed.
"'Elp! 'elp! I'm being repressed!"
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
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We're not boring, just...repressed.
"'Elp! 'elp! I'm being repressed!"
I am at work. I have been here for an hour and a half already.
Can I go home yet?
See - I got nuttin. Just a whole pile of nuttin.
See - I got nuttin. Just a whole pile of nuttin.
Don't you have a trip to spring training coming up?
I want you to personally strength test Bobby Crosby's shoulder. Chavvy's too, for that matter.
I want you to personally strength test Bobby Crosby's shoulder. Chavvy's too, for that matter.
Hmmmmm, now that sounds kinky.
Student finally showed up...very late, but at least I get paid for the hour. Finished tutoring and went to take my exam. Prof didn't show up.
This is not a good day.
Is there some sort of catastrophic calendar failure in your neck of the woods, vw? I'm glad you get paid anyway.
why is everyone not showing up?
my cat wants me to do someting.
and I feel almost human, if slightly gronky.
Finished tutoring and went to take my exam. Prof didn't show up.
The Hell?
Finished tutoring and went to take my exam. Prof didn't show up.
I'm going to go with the glass is half full on this one. Any time a prof doesn't show up and you don't have to take an exam--even one you're prepared for--is a good thing.
I really don't want to go to work today, but all my reasons are extra-whiney and first world. Inconveniently timed mid-morning doctor's appointment, probably including a blood draw (I'm conquering the needle squick, but I still don't like it), at just exactly late enough that I won't feel like I can just blow off the early morning and show up after the appt. Plus, much copying awaits, and the copy machine has been temporarily moved to a room two blocks away and one flight down.
Also, we had a power outage over the weekend and it frelled something in my computer and reset the clock/calendar function; unless it fixed itself last night, right now it thinks it's 3:30 p.m. on January 2, 1970, and I can't change the time on my own damn computer clock without an administrator password. Plus, the cafeteria menu for the entire rest of this week sucks.
Conclusion: In recompense for all this grotesque and inhuman suffering, I totally deserve a month's vacation. Possibly on a balmy Caribbean isle, slounging and drinking umbrella drinks with vw, after spanking her tardy and no-show students.
eta: And her no-show prof. Bare hand, paddle, ruler across the palm, and fifty "I will not be an utterly lame no-show fucko"s on the blackboard.