I am super interested in that cooking and science class.

I am taking a French class through work. I am learning stuff, but I am terrible when called on to speak. My brain seizes up and I forget words I've known for years. I always feel like I am the worst in the class. I know I need to practice more, and I was keener in the spring. For this summer course, I just don't wanna.

Last job called the work week 35 hours, this one calls it 40 -- I book 8 hours when I am here for 8 hours, even though obviously there is lunch. I don't know what hourly people do, or people who charge their time to projects.

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Shakespeare: On the Page and in Performance.

This course will try to understand both Shakespeare’s popularity and his greatness by starting from a simple premise: that the fullest appreciation of Shakespeare can be achieved only when literary study is combined with analysis of the plays as theatre.

As always, I am wondering if the prof is any good.

Thanks to all of you, I just signed up to learn Spanish on Duolingo. Yay?

Yo soy una mujer!

I am hourly and work 8-5 or 9-6 (or 12-9) with a mandatory unpaid hour lunch. Bah, I say.

My coursera course didn't go so well (and I missed the completion certificate by 2% because I bailed on the last assignment because I truly could not see the point anymore). I was looking for an art history primer, but this course was a) random sprinklings of info b) had (optional) parts that totally took longer than their estimates and c) had assignment questions on information not covered in the material, and how do you half google? d) an over-emphasis on collage.

If I'd known I was close to passing, I'd have done the last quiz, but I was irritated and dispirited. I do have another one coming up, and I'm assuming each course is markedly different, so I'm not pre-judging one by the other.

Good lord. I wake up this morning and go to the IO9 Observation Deck (their natter board), and there's an article titled: What I learned from [ita] by incest boy. Content? To wit:

1. Don't fuck with her.

2. O Deck is a respite from the world, don't be a dick here.

3. Don't fuck with her.

Thank you, madam.

Seriously.

I needed an attitude adjustment. The regular net has made me quick-tempered, quick to judge and hateful without realizing I'm doing it.

Great! I mean, on one hand, great. On the other hand USE YOUR INSIDE VOICE. Now the people that hate me, just got a great big morning goosing to their dislike of me.

But! No one can ruin that I only really woke up three times last night, and that's the best sleep I've gotten in a week. I am diligently going to continue babying the neck/shoulder, getting way WAY in front of the ouch until I see pain doc on Tuesday. I think I have enough meds to get me that far.

NYC was 9-5 and FT was considered 35 hrs.

TX is 8-5 and FT is 40 hrs.

I hate 8-5. Well, I actually just hate having to work.

The men I work with are such PILERS. They all have clean desktops, but there is still pushed into drawers and onto bookshelves and just NEVER dealt with. I just pulled a pile off a shelf that over half can be tossed without even looking at. I think the other half is unfiled invoices from last year.

We have to keep all shipping documents for 4-5 years, but they have been keeping them for 7! I need to get into the storage shed with the file boxes and pull out a bunch for shredding.

With all the dust we produce (lime plant, very dusty) having all this unneeded paper around is just collecting dust. I hates it. I want everything that can be ina file drawer to be in one, because at least that cuts down on the dust on things. And I want to get rid of all the bookshelves.

So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.

Too late! Now you own him.

Give him a sock.