Mary Poppins?

Today was brutal on the work front, Dear Friend. Staffing shortages mean everyone got shuffled around between hospitals and I was left to fend for myself. I ended up working a frantic 10 hour shift and didn't even manage to get half of my work done. Ugh. But the day was for the most part pleasant, if hectic.

That is, until the very end.

I made a fatal error.

One.
Fatal.
Error.

I left the department cell phone on my desk while out trying to find some equipment for another department. During this one tiny little 10 minute window of time I got a call from Grumpy McGrump Pants in another department who needed something. When I came back and found the message, even though technically the department had been closed for an hour and I was not obligated to be there, I stupidly called back to apologize without checking to see if the problem had already been resolved. It had, and I got a very rude lecture about responsibility and the need to remember to carry the phone with me at all times.

Let me just tell you, I cannot let it go.

I keep trying to move past it, to not let it bother me, but you know what? It does.

I worked a 10 hour shift by myself, missed a critical lecture out of the kindness of my own heart, with a possibly necrotic ear infection, less than 40% of my hearing, propped up only by pain killers and caffeine, returned an after hours phone call to APOLOGIZE and make sure the issue had been solved and I get a lecture? *scoffs* Rude. That's what that was. Just plain rude.

This guy makes me crazy. Not just because he always insists on calling me Sugar or Mary Poppins (yeah...I don't get it either), but because he's really rude when things don't go his way. But you know what? That's life.


At any rate, I'm now slightly bitter that I missed my lecture to make sure the department was covered. I didn't have to do it, no one asked me to, I was just trying to avoid getting a lecture from some rude, impatient person. Lesson learned. Next time I will do as I please, knowing full well that I will get a lecture either way.

And now, I'm going to bed.

Lots of love dear friend. I miss your face. LOTS. Call me this weekend if you have time. I'll keep my phone on just for you. Pinky promise. *lovelovelove*

And with that, here's some Ladytron.

Applied Math Blues.

Oh Dear Friend, LittleFoot here, reporting from my applied math class. Currently trying desperately not to
1.) fall asleep (like everyone else in my row) or
2.) punch the kid with aspergers in front of me who can't help but shout out every single thing he's thinking.
Now, I know you're thinking his totally irrelevant outbursts and asinine questions should be making the class more interesting. Well it's not. And it's dramtically slowing down what is already in essence, a remedial (and attendance mandatory) class. (Not that I'm bitter that I'm being forced to take it. No, not at all).

Speaking of remedial and asinine outbursts, I forgot to mention the hell that is my BIO class. Now, let me preface this outburst by saying that 90% of this class is comprised of BIO seniors, and many if not most of them are from the honors college. I enjoy the class in theory. I like the professor and enjoy the material, but I LOATHE that he encourages people to talk amongst themselves during the quizzes and lecture. This results in me having to listen to a plethora of stupid questions and conversations between people who have no confidence in their ability to answer a simple question. Imagine my horror when blondielocks interrupted class (yet again), in the middle of an exam after a week of discussing eugenics to shout (without a hint of irony);

"Oh my god!
EUGEN-E, Oregon.
EUGEN-ICS.
Is that where they got the name from?!! Does anybody know!?! Do you guys not see the connection?! Could somebody please look it up because it's going to upset me all day. . .(pauses) Come on guys, I NEED TO KNOW!!"

Silence ensued. It was too stupid to even laugh at. It was followed by a similar outburst (by the same person) near the end of class, again pleading with someone to let her know if Eugene, OR named itself after its eugenics program. She left class distressed. Convinced that she'd made some terrible connection over looked by the history books. (And I went home to research if a lobotomy would make this class more tolerable to me).

I know that I've become a grumpy old lady and that I should be amused with these odd moments my life is punctuated with. Somehow though, the obscene amount of money I'm spending on my college education combined with how hard I've struggled to complete/pay for my degree makes moments like this intolerable instead of humorous. How people manage to get to their senior year of college (even here, where standards are clearly lower than most places) and manage to interrupt class time with outbursts like that is beyond me. There are such things as stupid questions. This was one of them. People need to stop worrying about everyone's self esteem and start calling things like they are.

Or maybe I need to learn to be more tolerant, though I seriously doubt it.

 Song of the day is by the Spin Doctors. Enjoy.

Monday Monday.

Dear Friend! You called me! I'm so sorry, I was still at work when you called and I guess the number you called from did not get logged on my phone. I called you back on your number (is that still your number? Is your phone broken? Did QD have it?) but did not get an answer. I did however, leave you a message. Getting ahold of me is an art form at this point. BUT I do miss you terribly!!! So terribly! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself all summer with you so far away! :(

In other news, census is way up at work and I am scrambling like a crazy person to keep up with demand. My trusty work shoes finally exploded and are no longer wearable, forcing me into what is known in our house as the fifth circle of hell - shoe shopping. Yuck.

Song of the day:

Song of the day for Sunday.

Sunday was a miserable sort of day that started out great and devolved from there. There was no apparent reason for it, but the trigger seems to have been the state of the carpet in the apartment. I really, REALLY hate when the floors start to look dirty, and apartment carpeting gets grimy so easily. Anyway we're past due for another cleaning so I should probably get around to making an appointment for that. It doesn't bother me when it's just Goose and I at home, but She-She came over in the morning and I rapidly got over whelmed.

In other news, Goose Got a Jack Dempsey. His name is Davey Jones and for now he seems to be getting along just fine with Bruno. He may have eaten Tabamu, however. :/

That's all I know.

Song of the day is Emilie Lund's Sad Blue Mountain

Song of the day!

It was a long, LONG day full of rearranging furniture and moving the big tanks around. we are beat, but the house looks damn good.

Miss you terribly.

Song of the Day for Friday!

Picked up our double tank stand today that can hold 2 125's. We don't have tanks that big yet, but it never hurts to plan ahead!

More fish tanks!

Well today was terrible on the ear front, but marvelous on the fish tank front. We've been needing to upgrade the oscar tanks since they're starting to get big. We found a double stand on Craigslist that fits 2 125 gallons, but we're not going that big yet. We did however, get the stand. You know, just in case.

We also got the deal of the century on a 55gal circa 1970. You know, when they were made of seriously heavy duty glass and generally awesome. We got it for $20, including the stand, gravel, decorations, 25 foot gravel vac, light, lid, food, and all kinds of other goodies. Amazing. Bruno will be grateful for the larger tank and Goose will be grateful to get his current home off of the kitchen table.

Not that I have too many fish tanks. Clearly that's not possible.

Song of the day: