That's a trick I use fairly often. I wish there was a "cut as plain text" or "paste as plain text" option.
The thing is, they often need formatting (books in APA format etc).
I wish there was a "type your own damn thing into Blackboard if you are going to type it" function, but I think that is my own crankiness. I have issues against double work-- like, if you are going to go through the trouble of typing and formatting it the way you want it, why not do it in the program you will be using.
In the grand old tradition of school bureaucracy, I need to have already turned in the tests I plan to give three weeks from now, apparently because once five years ago someone didn't give a test at all. Yes, that makes perfect sense.
Edited because "the tests I plan to give three weeks ago" doesn't make a lot of sense, and also wouldn't be worth complaining about.
someplace remote where I can insist that there's no wireless.
Avoid Africa. On the whole, they have marvellous wireless coverage. For crap coverage, here's a good place to stay, or maybe somewhere really really underpopulated.
You can come live on the mountain with me, shrift.
Dude, it's like, the only thing not making me want to run for the hills right now is my job. The job where the company cancelled
employee appreciation day
after moving me to the
sub-basement
next to the vault and the Christmas decorations.
Is this more committee stuff? E-mail me if you want to whine.
Is this more committee stuff? E-mail me if you want to whine.
Things are somewhat better on that front now that I've sorted through my inbox. There's also a "why do people have to be so complicated?" whine in there, and a "the cleaning service J uses was a half-hour early, and so I was still in the shower rather than long gone, and guess where the cleaning supplies are? my bathroom closet."
And my oatmeal was gross. And my mom still hasn't confirmed if she's coming to Chicago this weekend.
I find oatmeal problematic. I want to like it. I try to like it. My liking is really helped by lots of sugar, which kind of defeats the purpose.
Today did not begin auspiciously.
Word.
Monday began with a toddler knee slamming into my eyeball at 6am.