Some guy just came into the Helpdesk (it's about six o'clock). He is supposed to be taking his midterm for his calc class right now (MATH 106: Calculus for Business and Economics). However, the room number he wrote down is Math Building rm 105. The weird thing about our building is that it consists of three different wings, which can sometimes be difficult to distinguish. Room 105 in the Math wing is offices, however. And all of the people have gone home, it being after 5:00. I told him to try the large lecture halls on the physics side. His class is about thirty people, but those who teach each of the sections of math106 may have decided (or been forced to decide) to have everyone (in all of the individual classes) take the test simultaneously in one room (hence the large lecture hall). However, the room designations for the two halls are PB 36 and PB 38. Neither of which resembles anything akin to room 105 in writing. The lesson to be drawn from this: Pay attention when the teacher is telling you where (and when) the exam is going to be taking place. Otherwise you will Fail. Consider it a test in and of itself. If you are not intelligent enough to figure out where the test is, we cannot waste our time testing you further.

The rest of this update has been postponed whilst I read the Self-Made Critic's Archives at Brunching Shuttlecocks.

Alrighty then. Played some Wraith. Being a shadow is fun! *grin* I'm sure Kosta will find many opportunities to repay me. :) Now: Listening to jazz on live365.com, Tyr is listening to a swing station from the same place. Now we just need some overpriced coffee and clove cigarettes, and hoity-toity coffee table books and we can open our own damn Starbucks. *grin* In other news, waiting for DP Dough to deliver my calzone, because I have not eaten since 11 this morning. Working six hours straight after three hours of classes is unfun. Also doing laundry (the card machine in the Co-op pays off double! Put a dollar in, and it puts two dollars on your card!).

I have decided that I wish to see Boiler Room again. Good movie. However, it will apparently take 90 minutes to download the damn thing from the only computer on campus that has it and is still connected. That almost as long as the damn movie is. Fortunately, as is often the case, the time estimate is wildly inaccurate, and keeps revising itself downwards. At this rate, I should have a movie just about when my laundry is done and it's time for bed.

Grrrrr.... the computer I was downloading from cut my knees out from under me about a third of the way through. So I'm trying a different one. This does not make The Committee happy! Also, for some reason, both dryers downstairs are being used... even though no one has put any more clothes through the washing machines since I did mine. I must be missing some sort of conspiracy to bring wet clothes to Hicks laundry room, so as to prevent me from drying my clothes at any hour approaching reasonable (it is currently midnight). Now, I don't mind staying up late, I just don't like being forced to stay up late by other people's dryer-using incompetence. I think they must have put loads in that were too big, and so cannot be succesfully dried in one one-hour batch, so they have to have it go around again. Bastards. "They are taking all the fun, outta the job." Almost makes me want to take up Tourette's Syndrome. That is the one where you swear uncontrollably, right? Good. Vanilla Coke will sooth all my worries. .... Hurry up, Vanilla Coke....

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