So, my car is stuck down there for the next 2-3 hours (since 1pm). The driveway was closed off, and there’s at least 15 cars down there. The workers said they were going to leave half the driveway open so we can get out – not! I’m blessed to have friends, one who’s setting up her classroom until way later, that’ll let me borrow their car until tomorrow if I need to. What a nice woman! 🙂
My mom’s packing a bunch of stuff for a two-week vacation around Europe, and she asks me, “Do you have the thing for the hair? You know, the thing to make it stay?”
Gel? Hair spray? Noooo…mousse! 😆
I lost my ATM card in the dumbest way I can think of: at the ATM machine itself. I went up to it, deposited a check, the the receipt, and walked away. About an hour later, away from that machine and on the road, I realized that I didn’t even grab my card. By the time I got back, it was gone and the bank next to it was closed. I didn’t want to take the chance to waiting until tomorrow to see if one of the staff took it, so I called it in. Now I have to wait 5-7 business days until I get my new one – and I’m going down to San Diego for a few days on Saturday. Great.
I don’t hate them, really. But I’ll tell you why I hate them right now.
I was going to take this Accounting 101 class last semester (Spring 2004). It was currently a three-class course (ACCT 101, 102, & 103). But in Fall 2004, it was going to switch to the current standard of a two-class course (ACCT 101 & 102). So, I dropped that class last semester and registered for the new system this semester.
So, I come to class this semester feeling confident and ready to get good grades. Then today, I open the book and we’re going over the questions on our homework…and it turns out I have an older edition! The company just came out with a new one.
At school today, a pretty brutal display of stupidity astonished me. I was in my first class this morning (Great Religions of the World), and the teacher was going through his lecture. This one guy in class, sitting fairly near the front, had his cell phone on.
He got rung up once, and left the class to answer. Then when he got back, and a few minutes passed, he got another phone call. By that time, the teacher was fed up. He was like, “You know, that’s the second time he’s disrupted the class. When he gets back, I’m kicking him out.”