Oh well. Maybe I'm just boring. But I insist: it's not that I don't want to go out, it's that I'd like to go out at 7. Maybe that's a square time to go out.
Meeting with chief something or other officer today. Talking about how important my stuff is.
I hate the men's room when somebody else is in there - some people just do weird stuff in there.
I have my graduate student orientation today after work. I still haven't signed up for classes yet. AAAH. I need to meet with my advisor. I left a message on his phone yesterday. I should call again, but I really really really hate making calls. I had to psych myself up to it for like 10 minutes. I hope my classes don't fill up. That would be most inconvenient, since there are two I want to take and if they fill up, there aren't any others that I want to take or that would fit. I would be screwed. Well, there is one alternate that doesn't look like it will fill up. But it's not ideal for my program. It would still be good in general, though.
Okay. I should eat lunch. I hate this. I hate my job.
BUT: there is a rumour. A rumour that a scarf is done. A rumour that a scarf will soon appear in my mailbox. A rumour that MissTrish is the greatest woman who ever did live, a veritable rockstar among rockstars. Even more of a rockstar than Steve Wiebe from King of Kong.
My back is still tired.
Lent begins the first week of March. It is coming up fast.
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