I teach an admittedly dry class and have something of a drony voice, although I try hard to enunciate and change the energy.
It was at 1 today the post-prandialness and the dim lights took their toll. I looked around about 15 minutes in and like five people were asleep. :o
It really shook me up and I only partly recovered by the time I could brighten the lights a little. 
I developed an ear infection, I think. My ear canal is really tender.
Oh poop.
I got the call from Personnel that I didn’t get the job I interviewed for last week that I was SURE I’d get, under somebody I’ve worked with before who likes me. I’ve been trying to move laterally for a year and a half now. It’s kind of crushing.
I’ve got another fucking migraine.
I overheard that they’re going to give one of the assemblers (who is proud to be computer illiterate, AND is an obnoxious wiseguy) a computer so he can keep track of inventory etc.
Guess whose office is nearest his work area and who is already known as a computer expert?
I asked my boss if it was going to be my job to teach him and didn’t get a straight answer.
Somebody pulled out in front of me and went slow.
It’s beautiful outside, and I’ve gotta spend the whole damn day inside attending classes and reading law review papers. And this building doesn’t even have many windows.
Poor me.
My lab partner in one of my classes (who I have an enormous crush on and who actually kind of likes me) told me that, since we’re going to different colleges next fall, it wouldn’t be “fair to me” if we were to get together. However, he told me that if I wanted, we could have sex until the end of the semester, so long as it didn’t involve an “emotional connection”.
Ugh. Thanks but no thanks, asshole.
I went to the Post Office with a carefully prepared package consisting of a blanket I had borrowed and wished to return. This was refused by the clerk because it was in a box (obtained from the local liquor store) that says “vodka” on it - the USPS won’t ship various items including liquor, and has decided to extend this to include any box that appears as if might once have contained such contraband.
The fact that this box very obviously contained no booze was deemed irrelevant - all that matters it what’s on the box. A plain box with “Brandy” hand-written on it would equally be disqualified.
So I must find another box an re-package the blanket.
I had to do the fucking dishes… There were like forks, knives, spoons, spatulas and all kinds of other utensils not forgetting to mention plates, bowls, cups, and the like. Gah, it was 10 minutes of hell.
My 3-year-old didn’t take a nap, which means that he has been having whining/crying/wailing meltdowns at least once an hour since about 2:00. At least he’ll go to bed quickly tonight. But that means my husband is going to want some action when he gets home from Tae Kwon Do. And I’m on day 2 of not smoking, so I’m really tightly wound up right now, and NOT in the mood. Grrr.
It’s raining really hard, and my roof leaks.
I remembered my suit, shirt, tie, shoes, belt, cufflinks and watch to change into after work before meeting my wife at the theater for Merchant of Venice.
What I forgot was my bag of snacks and lunch. I hate paying for and eating takeout when I’ve already prepared much better food to enjoy during the day.
I cried at work today. While talking to my boss.
I had to call in sick, because I’m sick, and end my two month perfect attendance streak. Boo.
Couldn’t you cover the “vodka” label with paper (or ink)? They’ll accept boxes that have the alcohol references blanked out. I usually cover my packages in paper grocery bags.
I repotted several prickly pear cacti and despite precautions, my arms are full of hundreds of teeny, tiny, ouchy spines.
Still haven’t passed the kidney stone that sent me to the ER on Monday.
Had an argument with a friend, bemoaned my own lack of forward-planning and tact. Still see the guy as a sometime racist, extremely self-absorbed and vain individual tho.
I can’t go to the funeral. And I feel kind of guilty about it. I may be the only person left who actually liked her, and I can’t go. I hate my job.