not my week

t'was a cold morning, and a warm bed. getting up that early after four hours of sleep to get to class while the rain was bucketing down was excessively cruel.

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nothing exciting about first class except that i somehow managed to catch the gist of it in spite of spending more time focused on sudoku. perhaps i would've done better to get some of my papers done. or work a bit on my book.

coffee and debate followed, followed by more debate on the bus home. then it was time to sit on the pc and procrastinate, managing all sorts of slightly less important things like a department dropbox crisis and a new poetry project (chill, mum! i found a volunteer to do the dirty work) which will cost me five minutes a day. i eventually managed to push out my final response paper for our postmodernism course, and after a quick nap and some "urgent" work* i was off to the old office.

* scr was bold enough to make a fix without discussing it with me, and what he and the boss didn't realize was that i'd already taken care of it :/

i was quite surprised to walk in on the office being disassembled. i had a short time to go over my system, retrieve important stuff (almost nothing), have a horrible fight with a guy i really like (i was trying to stop him from making an effort to help me with something that wasn't an issue, and he took offense and totally overreacted), get the low-down on the department farewell "do" (as opposed to the company "do" - they hijacked our event and made things uncomfortable for us) and hop on a bus to get to nyah-nyah's for dinner, drinks and south african nostalgia (she and nystire both came back from holidaying there recently).

i was asked for my polygraph story, and for their sins i gave it to them. in an almost-traditional full-length lecture on neurology, psychology, authority, drug politics and aspberger's. apparently i don't tell the most interesting stories in the world, but don't say i don't make an effort to make them educational...

i'd had a drink on an empty stomache and the burgers hadn't arrived yet when my boss called to complain of a problem. he has this awful habit of switching subject without warning, and we argued and explained until eventually we realized that we were talking about different things. then he told me that i don't listen.

*sigh* *cry* this hasn't been my week at all.

at least catching a bus home wasn't too complicated. i made the required fix, took a shower, and am not entirely sure whether i'm in a state to get something productive done or if i should hit the hay. probably the latter.

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here's an interesting note on why software projects are almost never on time