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[li]Got out of bed nearly a full hour after alarm went off, but was still only about 15 minutes late for work.[/li][li]Fed the kitties. Cleaned up cat puke five minutes later. Considered seeking bulemia treatment for Charles T. Cat.[/li][li]Watched my hub smile in his sleep when I kissed him on the cheek before I left this morning. Reflected on what a lucky woman I am.[/li][li]Ate Pop-Tarts from the vending machine for breakfast, which were surprisingly satisfying.[/li][li]Worked on evil Sun servers all morning.[/li][li]Went home for lunch and watched an episode of Buffy. Allowed Pierre-cat to snuggle in my lap. [/li][li]Extensive lint-brushing of black poplin skirt before returning to work. [/li][li]Have given up on servers for the afternoon and just killing time until I can leave. [/li][li]Compulsively checking FedEx tracking site to determine when I will get the new video card I ordered so that I can finally play “The Sims 2”.[/li][li]Got an email that a friend of mine collapsed at work and was brought to hospital. Doesn’t seem serious yet, but she’s being observed and she may have to stay the night.[/li][/ul]
First, congrats on the job, Ninja! That’s awesome. I
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[li]Got to work in a record amount of time considering I overslept[/li][li]Was extremely productive at work and feel really, really good about that [/li][li]Cleaned my apartment from top to bottom, which it needed [/li][li]Watched “Lost” which was pretty okay[/li][li]Watched “CSI-New York” which was slightly less good but has Gary Sinise and is therefore highly watchable[/li][/ul]
Sounds kinda dull, but actually it was a pretty decent day.
Sowwy! I stand corrected.
Congrats on the job, NinjaChick!
Let’s see… I
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[li]Got up a little late 'cause there was a cat sleeping on my chest and I didn’t want to disturb him (bad excuse, I know).[/li][li]Went downstairs to find out that a certain house-guest used up all the coffee beans. Grrrrrr.[/li][li]Did a whole lot of little things at work, but never actually finished anything so I don’t feel like I accomplished anything today.[/li][li]learned how to do the {list} thing on the SDMB.[/li][li]am now sitting at my computer thinking, “Crap. It’s only 2:30 and I can’t leave until 5.”[/li]really should go finish some stuff[/ul]
Let’s see, what have I done today…
Cuddled with available light.
Survived the onslaught of whining from Moonshadow and demands from Zen that it was time for breakfast.
Wished it was Friday already.
Had a bowl of Post Rasin Bran, because Kellog’s Rasin Bran sucks.
Watched part of the Veronica Mars pilot on TiVo. Was reminded of Buffy.
Was stapled by the Zen in an effort to prevent me from leaving. Escaped with my life, but not my dignity.
Slogged through a software design document at work, looking for bugs.
Ate a cheeseburger and fries and a muffin.
Found out I get a paid day off on Monday. w00t!
Did not post on Straight Dope Message Board. Absolutely not.
Unwrapped a Starburst wrapper with my mouth.
I led a class discussion on “Dover Beach” where we determined that it may, in fact, be about impotence. 
Thank y’all for the congratulations. 
I start Monday.
Today, not as exciting:
I had a terrifying meeting with my science professor and explained why I can’t participate in the cat dissection lab.
I bombed a Greek quiz. 
I did the first shotokan karate kata 31 times.
I got some mail from my mom.
Forced myself to be more social than usual, with marginal success.
So…what didja say?
Today at work, I came upstairs (our kitchen is in the basment) and pulled on my gloves to start garnishing customer’s sandwiches. At the front of the line was an overly made-up lady with a sour look on her face. She was probably put out at having to wait forty seconds to have her sandwich garnished. I asked her twice in French if she wanted her sub all-dressed. She stared at me stonily and silently as if I were speaking Klingon. As I was switching to English, my cow-orker, Dany, dumped some lettuce into the insert in front of me. He had bare hands, but was only touching the plastic bag the lettuce was in. He pulled at the bottom of the opening in the bag to get the lettuce out, and the woman thought she saw him touching the lettuce. She said, very loudly; “Too bad you didn’t put gloves on before touching the lettuce.”
The thing was, he never touched the lettuce. He touched the plastic bag holding the lettuce, and I vouched for that. Especially since I saw the whole thing right up close, rather than through a convex piece of glass that is designed to create an optical illusion anyway.
Since we weren’t about to throw out an entire insert of lettuce due to her shrill mewing, I just asked her politely what she wanted on her sandwich. She said; “Nothing for me, then.” And stalked away. Good riddance.
I have something to add. I did a triple turn in Jazz tonight! Woot woot!
Woke up. Put on clothes, chased parrots (who insist on sleeping on curtain rod in living room) back into their room for the day.
Went to temporary auditing job. Bus was late but I arrived on time. Office doors were locked and no one else working the job was there.
Waited a few minutes. Started to worry and wonder if project was cancelled. Finally supervisor shows up and finds someone to let me into the office. Co-worker on project is apparently out sick with a sinus infection.
Spent day comparing data on one list to data on other lists, with occaisional trips to file cabinet to research anomalies.
Found several anomalies in data. Made notes for person responsible for entering data or doing further research.
Took bus home. Let parrots out of room.
Sprayed some weeds in yard. Ate pork chop.
Posted on SDMB.
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Came back to this computer and read more FARK and SDMB, where I am now.
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What and where is FARK?
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Got an EEG done. Kept falling asleep.
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Went to IHOP with boyfriend afterward and ate half a chicken caesar salad.
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Went to Starbuck’s after that and had a medium coffee with cream and one packet of Splenda.
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Went home and folded laundry.
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Went to the gym after that.
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Rearranged the dining room after that.
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Dinner time: five Saltines, two slices of cheese and a tin of kippers.
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Washed hair.
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Talked to Mom on phone.
Yes, I’m a fascinating maniac of a girl.
I’m not trying to be all “hooooah” and stuff [sub]think LtCol Slade in “Scent of a Woman”[/sub], but I just got back from an exercise, and I’m simply beaming at how lucky I was:
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[li]On our initial run towards our squadron’s camp, I made the call to blind everyone by stopping my ‘terrorist pickup truck’, flicking the lights on high beams, and leaving the truck there. This proved instrumental in not only defeating their night vision goggles, but their regular night vision at well.[/li][li]After sneaking out and turning off the lights, two stragglers stumbled onto me laying in tall grass. This is hella-lucky, because the two fools were discussing the challenge/pass words, and I heard the entire conversation. Promptly 1.5 seconds after hearing it all, I pulled out my rifle and mowed them down without mercy (with blanks, of course).[/li][li]After learning of said passwords, I was able to low crawl and sneak my way to a rather large foxhole with ten troops in it. I had the good fortune to ‘spray lead’ and “kill” five or six of them, before I admitted that someone responded and just shot me. I took them totally by surprise.[/li][/ul]
Damn, it was a good day to be a terrorist! 
Tripler
Oh, and the fact that I was given unlimited ammunition to burn was also a bonus.
Got up early to avoid coming to blows with my brother over shower time. Brother didn’t get up, so I got up early for naught. Went out for first day of new job; didn’t get lost at all and got there half an hour early thanks to good traffic. Supervisor I was to meet with was half an hour late, I even heard the phone call: “Hey, you got a meeting this morning?” “What, he’s there already? Fuck! I need a ride to work! Can you come get me?” Started work by going with the rest of us worker bees to a local diner for breakfast. Spent the next 3 1/2 hours doing something great, although hearing from the rest of the guys it’ll start to pall once I get into the rougher parts. Got slightly lost coming back from lunch at Carl’s Jr. Spent the next 6 hours still doing the great thing. Enjoyed light traffic back home. Ate orange chicken and noodles for dinner. Watched The Apprentice and (currently) ER while browsing SDMB and PA fora.
Get ready to do the same (randomizing lunch and dinner factors) tomorrow.
The short version (which is the only version you’re getting right now, 'cuz it’s so late it’s become early again…): I personally find dissection a morally questionable (not black/white, questionable) practice. For me, I need to evaluate whether or not there’s an appropriate balance between what I’ll learn and the moral implication of dissection. I did a LOT of thinking (because missing this dissection is a BIG deal), and realized that while I could force myself to do it, I can’t get myself to a point where I would not feel extremely disappointed in myself for doing it - I’d be compromising my morals for something, in my opinion, not worth it. So, bascially, any participation (including passive watching) would end with me feeling disgusted with myself.
The above is soley my opinion; I’m not saying dissection is wrong, I’m saying it’s wrong for me. I’m not preaching, YMMV, etc. He asked me to write up a coupla pages on why I object to dissection, I’d gladly post it/link to it/email it to you if you want to read it.
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Got up this morning late, showered and headed to class. Had an 8 hour day of classes. Pretty dull day so far. Then my girlfriend called, she goes to school 9 hours away, and we talked for 6 hours. Eventually culminating in a decision that I should spend the weekend with her. So I’m just passing time right now, 2 more hours and I’ll be at the train station buying my ticket and awaiting my train to Montreal and one hell of a weekend.
What does that mean?
What does that mean?