God, sometimes I just want to punch people.
(11:25 am)I signed up for a course via the Internet at my college, Local Area Networks (IST 200). I was supposed to get an information packet in the mail during the first week of school. Of course, that never happened. So I called the professor for that course and left 2 messages with his secretary last week. Nothing.
I finally just gave up and e-mailed the bastard, asking him to e-mail me here at work. Of course, he promptly e-mails me and tells me there's a "kickoff" class at 6:00, either tonight or tomorrow night. Thanks for the advance notice, buddy.
I think I forgot to mention my first "Outdoor Adventures" class meeting on Saturday. This is a class that focuses on backpacking in the wilderness. I'm sure you're wondering (as am I) why I would subject myself to the hardship of camping without proper toilets. Well, I needed to get my two Physical Education credits, and I'd be damned if I was going to take their regular PED course. I saw people in that class scooting around on those awful things with wheels that I remember from High School. Getting away from that sort of humiliation was the only thing that spurred me to graduate. I'd sooner slit my throat.
Anyway, the outdoor adventures professor is short, flat-chested, and reminds me of Krisco (probably the short and flat-chested features). Except this lady is about 44-46, very tanned (not pasty dead-white like Krisco), has reddish hair (not skunk colored), and is pretty. She showed us pictures of previous backpacking trips she'd taken classes on. I swear, everyone in half those pictures was covered with mud from the neck down. What kind of hell have I signed myself up for? Never mind the fact that the equipment will probably cost an arm and a leg, and I'll have to miss 3 practices in a row (something I don't think Dirk realizes yet....he'll have a fit when he does.).
At least the other students in the class seem nice.
Dirk doesn't approve of me being in this class, since I will be camping with guys....as if anything would be going on. Yuck. They're all old! Anyway, if Dirk honestly doesn't trust me, he can screw himself. He's too jealous of me, although it's one of the things I've always appreciated.
Anyway, you get an "F" in the class if you're caught screwing or smoking. And I like to think I'd be able to resist whatever piddly temptation that might come my way during a grueling overnight camping trip.
Well, I've just been volunteered to assist a keyworker in the Combined Federal Campaign. For those of you who aren't Top-Secret Government Workers, the CFC is a program that encourages government workers to donate a certain portion of each paycheck to the charity of their choice. A keyworker's job is to go around the office and personally ask each employee to give up some of their hard-earned money. Then we give out pre-fabricated Thank You cards.
This is classy stuff, people.
It's also a lot of work, for no extra pay. I almost punched in my computer screen when I found out. I got an ugly plastic keyworker pin, though. It's blue, with gold paint, and it's in the shape of a key. Luckily it's small. I also got a keyring/necklace combo that has CFC and the little symbol all over it. I'm not wearing either item in public.
Alex has dropped all the applications on my desk to be processed, yet again. I think not. He's gonna be pissed when he comes in tomorrow morning and finds them all on his desk again. Maybe he'll learn a lesson: don't fuck with Agent Skatter. I am not required to do his work for him. Especially when he's just e-mailing his "girlfriend" and all his other "friends".
I haven't gotten a new entry from the Anonymous Guy yet.
I also haven't gotten an e-mail from C--, which I find very disappointing. Maybe I should e-mail him.
(11:18pm)It's becoming apparent that Roachboy doesn't have a life. He IM'ed me tonight, to bitch about the fact that Dirk sent him a critique of his site. Big deal. Then, Roachboy asked me to tell Dirk to leave him alone, because "even contacting you two makes me sick." So, being the sympathetic person that I am, I told him I didn't care what Dirk was doing to him, and I told him to fuck off.
It's not even as though the critique was malicious. Dirk just told him that the color scheme is ugly, which it is, and that Roachboy's writing was a little elementary, which it is. Roachboy needs to learn to take constructive criticism. Feel free to criticize his site so he'll learn.
My computer's slowly dying. I fear it may have contracted a virus. It refuses to take CD's now, and AOL 4.0 won't start. No worries, though. My father comes back on Friday, and he can fix it.
I have a calculus quiz tomorrow, that I need to get a good grade on. Wish me luck.