TCG has shoveled us out, but we are still waiting for the plow to come and take care of our long ass driveway. I have baked chocolate mint cookies. They are not pretty, but they taste good.

Taste is far more important than looks, unless you are planning to sell them.

Anybody want to bring me lunch? I have a can of lentil soup but no desire to eat it or volition to wash dishes so I can eat it. And no car to go get something. (cue tiny violin)

Gah. I trek out to a far flung campus building (15 minute walk each way) in the driving, sideways icy cold rain and wind (rendering my umbrella close to useless at best, an outright liability at worse) and get soaked to the skin from the waist down in order to get a cash advance check for my boss. By noon.

When I return, soaked and shivering and close to tears, I walk into his office and drop off the check (hoping he wouldn't see me/pay attention to me.) I ignore his attempt at a weather joke and go to my office, he comes after me and asks if I'm OK. I say, it's rainy, cold and windy out there, and I'm soaked, and I don't want to talk about it. He leaves. He leaves the office. I get an email from him to schedule a meeting between us when he returns, which always means it's a talking to/scolding.

I am so, so tired of this.

maybe he will surprise you and apologize. Maybe you should call in sick tomorrow and add the line "huh, must be from that 30 minute hike in god's wrath weather that soaked me to the skin :: cough ::"

and get soaked to the skin from the waist down in order to get a cash advance check for my boss.

Funny that sounds like personal business to me.

That fucking sucks, Nora.

I can't stand people who want you to tell them it's okay to treat you like crap. I mean, you're allowed to be annoyed and you weren't rude to him. He wants you to be all happy about being out in the cold rain? Too much to ask, asshole!

I'm not doing great in his class because it's not a good set-up for me and it is totally my fault for not being more pro-active in it, but I adore my education prof. He just sent out this email about our final project that's due today:

Please stop obsessing about this project!

1. If you can't submit it today (because Live Text has been down all morning) you will not be penalized. I have 160 of the to read, and won't be done until Dec. 23. If it takes you a few more days to submit it. You will not be penalized.

2. I am not going to tell you how long it needs to be. It needs to be long enough for you to demonstrate the items noted in the scoring rubric. Bear in mind that I have 160 of these to read in the next two weeks, and see if you can come up with a number of pages that suits you.

3. Self assessment or reflection: how do you expect the modifications to go? what will you do if your modifications DON'T work well?

I am not trying to make you struggle with this..and it is not my intention to be nasty towards you. Please don't make a bigger deal of this than it is...especially if you waited until the last minute to do it. I am unable to answer 160 emails about it...and won't be.

The fucking sucks Nora. Asshat boss.

There is no part of that tale I like, Nora. I hope you are warm and dry now, at least. You are so not in the wrong for not wanting to chit chat about running his errand in terrible weather!

In better news, the body shop called and my car is not totalled, it's fixable! Yay!