I finally got my stupid handicapped placard shit all ready to go. Though since Mom's in her Friendswood exile tomorrow I can't have her get the thing for me so I'll have to go get it myself or wait until Monday. Rrgh.

The people at the doctor's office didn't do anything to help my opinion of them, either. When I picked up the form, as I said yesterday, they had failed to notarize it or give me a prescription, and I definitely needed one of the two. Apparently this was the nurse's fault, because she failed to let anyone know it needed notarizing and stuck it in an envelope that no one was likely to look inside to check on that (indeed, I didn't look in it until I'd already left the office, blissfully assuming it to be correct). So I called back asking about getting a prescription in place of the notarization, as I already said. And I thought I'd convinced the lady I really did need it... but apparently she didn't actually do a damn thing about it. I called today around 4:00 and the person I talked to could find no note in my file or anywhere else regarding the prescription. So I ended up having to leave work to go home and get the form and then take it over there to get it notarized so I can get my placard in the morning. Urgh. At least it's all correct now. I hope. I should've had Mom look at it before I end up going to the courthouse annex and find out it's actually wrong.

Sarah was going to come over tomorrow but now she's not coming until Sunday (thrills... e_e) so tomorrow I will likely spend standing in lines, playing with the Juri head, and failing to get caught up on schoolwork. Though I also need to go to the bank to make my car payment. I bet I forget that, though...

Okay, I know I went from posting not at all to posting like a thousand times a day but I have to bitch about this professor again...

His requirements are so arbitrary. I have no idea what he wants, so I have no idea how to give it to him. he tells us to express our opinions, and then he tells us he wants us to cite sources. He tells us to answer the question honestly and then he tells us our answer is wrong. I just went and looked at his comments on two of my papers I'd turned in and most of them don't even make sense. He corrects me on things I didn't even say. On one of my papers I was comparing the two country house poems we read in the class, and his final comment at the end was that he didn't think I "understood the full scope of country house poems." Uh, whether I do or not, how does that matter in regards to that particular paper? I wasn't talking about the full scope of country house poems, I was talking about two specific ones, and comparing them only to each other.

This is a man who puts questions that begin with "Which do you think" on a multiple choice test. How can a question about what I think have a wrong answer? Oh, yeah, we can't think differently than he does, because that can't possibly be okay. WTF.

Thank god this semester is just about over. Thank god this class is just about over.

I've just got to write 800 words on some stupid Robinson Crusoe-related topic and take the test in two weeks...

Well, I was totally looking forward to my camera coming home today so I could finally take decent photos again... but god only knows where UPS delivered it to. Not here, that's for sure.

I checked the porch before I left for work to make sure it hadn't been left while I was at school, and it wasn't there, so I just went off to work figuring it'd be there by the time I get home (UPS usually delivers later around here). When I got home, no camera. So I checked the tracking.

Status: Delivered
Delivered On: 02/18/2008 2:35 P.M.
Location: PORCH

My ass it was. For one, I was home at 2:35, and would have heard them ring the doorbell. For two, I checked when I left for work at 3:30 and it certainly wasn't there then. So I have no idea where it is at all. I asked my neighbors on either side (or, rather, I asked one because the other wasn't home) with no luck, so tomorrow after school I'll go to all the other houses in the fucking neighborhood that share my house number (I'm 306, and I know there's 306s on four other streets just in this section) (I would do this tonight but it's kind of late to be ringing people's doorbells... though I am tempted to just walk around and peer at their front stoops). Sophie next door said that they've had a package delivered two streets over before. Here's hoping that whoever got the damn thing didn't go "Ooh, a nice new camera! :D"

Fucking UPS. Thanks for ruining my nice day.

I'm also too pissed off to make any dinner, or to work on my tutu like I was planning to. I think I'm just going to go to bed.

EDIT: I worked on the tutu anyway, and have made it more awesome, but... of course I don't feel like taking any photos. I also had an apple to eat, but it really only made me hungrier.

I only came to class today because I thought we'd be watching the rest of Pygmalion, and we en't. Why am I here?

The girl at the other end of this row is driving me nuts... all the desks in here are long tables. They're the obnoxious kind with the swivelly attached chairs. She keeps shaking her leg, which shakes THE ENTIRE THING, but she's like eight feet away from me. Xb

She and the guy next to her have also been chatting through the entire class.

Today was a fine, fine day until I got to work.

Today was the League City employee Thanksgiving lunch, and apparently Rosalie won a gigantic smoked brisket as a door prize. It was huge, and it smelled terrible. For some reason she decided it was a good idea to leave it in the circ room until her dinner break, so she could take it home. Yes, great plan. I just love it when the books on the presort shelf are allowed to absorb the stench of smoked meat as they sit beside it.

But this isn't what made me angry. After all, she leaves for dinner just as I get there, so it's not like it would be there long? Right?

Except when she picked it up it splattered juices everywhere and she did not even notice until I yelled at her. Note here that "everywhere" includes "on my pants."

Thanks, Rosalie.

So after I fetched some paper towels, Rachel, Martha wiped it up while Rosalie said "You missed a spot! Under the shelf!" every five seconds. Then the floor was sticky with meat drippings and the entire room stank. I am the only one who cared that the floor was sticky, so I had to go and wipe it again with something wet. By that time the smell had so overpowered me that I felt like I was going to throw up, and then faint. I loaded my cart as quickly as I could and split. I did a shit job on the new books because I was too busy trying not to barf to care whether the shelves were straight or not. I didn't do them again because I refused to go back into the circ room for the rest of the night (though I did run back in for the DVD cart, holding my breath, because I'm just that dedicated of an employee).



Next time someone wins a gigantic beef brisket, I am just going home.


Note that Rosalie did not apologize for meating up the place, though she did thank me for pointing out to her that it was dripping in the first place (luckily before she got out the circ room door and onto the carpet). I kind of grunted at her in response, as I was still queasy at that point and she was carrying a gigantic mug of coffee, so I wanted her to go away very quickly. I don't really mind the smell of coffee that much, but strong scents when you're already nauseous... Stupid Rosalie.

Why is it that no one can remember what my major is? Okay. Maybe it's hard to remember. And I guess I can't really say anything because I don't know all of my friends' majors myself. But also no one can remember that I want to be a librarian?

Including the people I work with. At the library. Come on!

Today has started out pretty awesome. It's not even ten o'clock and already I have managed to:
-accidentally delete all the songs off my iPod
-get completely drenched in sweat
-get stuck on the freeway for an hour... that's an hour of me sitting there in park, because no one was going anywhere, and does not include the time I was on the freeway moving

I hate humidity, I hate whoever designed the interface for the iPod, and I hate trucks that dump their load in the middle of the freeway. I also hate this wobbly table.

Since I claim to be an optimistic girl, however, at least I got a decent parking spot despite getting to campus an hour later than I intended, and I finally got the outline packet for Folklore. And at least it's not raining? Yet.

I hate Thursdays, though. I'm stuck at work until 8:00 tonight, but I have Japanese homework to do that I'm not even sure she'll accept. She was all "I told you at the beginning of the semester when this was due!" Right, sensei. Whatever you say.

Now I must read a chapter of Syntax. Thrills.

Sensei is going to drive me completely insane by the time I've graduated.

During class is one thing... I can practice my kanji while she's babbling about whatevertheheck. Only a week in and I do already feel like I'm learning more than I learned in first year (not really hard; I learned nothing in first year).

But after class?

And by after class I mean after class should have ended and she is still going on and on and on, despite being full aware that it is already after 12:50, even after 1:00!

Normally I can be home in 20 minutes after class lets out. 30 minutes tops. Today I didn't even get off campus until after 1:15.

She kept us late on Wednesday too, so I have a feeling this is going to be common.

Sensei, you have no right to complain about your students being late to class if you are going to do your very best to make them late to anything else they're doing afterwards.


On the bright side of today, though, I got a really nice parking spot without even trying, meaning I had two hours before class started so I finished the second part (of three) of The Golden Compass as well as doing a lot of kanji practice.

But now I have to go to work. I ate some cookies while I was typing this because I sure as hell didn't have time for a real lunch. I'm going to ask Gayle if I can do 2:15-6:15 on Fridays. -_-

If you know me, you know that I have quite a few grammatical pet peeves.

But something that bothers me a whoooole lot is people who think that "series" is a plural word. Okay, so the plural of series is series. But one series is not a "serie."

.....

Up to four and a fourth five! pages or so. All I've talked about so far is religion, so I still have government/politics, social shit, lifestyle, and education. And war. And I forgot my index card that explains the color code I used in my notes, so I am sure I will quickly forget which color means what.

I should work on it more right now (I'm waiting for Japanese to start) but I also have a vocab test today in here and I haven't studied for that. So instead of doing either I'm making a LiveJournal post? That makes sense!

At least I am reassured that after I finish this paper I do not have to think hard about school until next week. Though I really need to finish reading the Histories, because my teacher carefully arranged it so that we have to answer a question about that. T_T Whyyyyyyy.

Okay, paper, paper. Until 9:30, when I'll study. Then I can work on the paper during class. >_> <_< It's not like it's hard to write... it's just boring as shit.

I really, really hate this teacher. My deepest wish is for him to just shut up.