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fredericks) wrote2003-04-07 11:31 pm
fredericks) wrote2003-04-07 11:31 pm
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Today's been rather ho-hum. Stayed up late last night. "Late" as in stayed up until 7:30AM or so for no reason at all. I stayed awake until around 5 and then I hit "the wall", so to speak. At that point I decided to stay up until Ocean's opened at 6:30 in order to grab a bite of breakfast before attempting to get enough sleep to make it through Brain Damage with sanity intact. Walking to Ocean's and back in the bitter cold managed to wake me up a bit, to the point where I was flirting with the idea of just toughing it out. But I said "Eh, fuck it" and rolled up under the covers, setting my stereo for 9:30 after attempting the time-saving move of packing up my book bag and throwing the clothes I was planning to wear during the day on top of my book bag*.
*The main reason why I know I couldn't make it at a black college even if I tried? My aversion to meticulously maintaining my appearance. "Throwing my clothes on top of my book bag"? Huh. My brother, Mr. Debonair himself, would be shocked and appalled with the fashion faux paux I pull off. I suppose he often *is* shocked and appalled with what I choose to put on. But ironing is such a hassle without an ironing board, and ironing boards seem to be such a waste of money. It's a conundrum I tell you. If I was surrounded by my "black brothers and sisters" I know I'd be the butt of a kazillion jokes. Ha. Am I bitter? Who is it ( Chris Rock?) who said "I hate everybody, especially black people". Preach on, brutha. Preach on.
Anywho, where was I? Oh yes.
So the alarm goes off at 9:30 and I felt like shit that had been run over by a tractor trailer. The only thing that may be worse than pulling an all-nighter is the feeling one has after waking up from a 2 hour "nap". Ugh. I was seriously tempted to just ditch CS but I remembered Don mentioning that we were going to go over the final projects today. I thought it best I went and if anything I'd sleep in during Brain Damage.
Of course we're not going over the final projects. We're going over friggin' AI. Damn. I should have just listened to the devil on my left shoulder and slept in. Managed to grab a coffee at the CIT before heading over to class though, so I had some caffeine running through my veins and felt okay. Brain Damage was actually somewhat less painful than usual, whowouldathunk? I guess I'm becoming desensitized to the torture that is Heindel's lecture. The man is smart and obviously very knowledgeable but sometimes can't help but say "WTF?"
After Brain Damage was work at the Kitchen. Mondays are actually one of the longer days because of the large number of workers I have. Added to the fact that the UFS demigods Andrius and Zsolt usually demolish the book early in the morning, there's hardly ever anything to do by the time my crew rolls into town. Today was no exception. Three of us pounded out about 50 lbs of julienned tomatoes while I delegated tasks as I saw fit, but as usually happens when I'm tired as all hell I was somewhat discombobulated and out of the loop. Fairly certain we got everything that was required done. Aaron (I'm tired of the censored name thing) was actually somewhat civil. Or perhaps I was just too tired to give a rats ass.
It was during our lunch break that I fucked up something fierce. Per usual it was Aaron, Alexis and I. Somehow we got onto what we were eating and the relative healthiness of the stuff. I started on the whole "Extra Value Meal and a Diet Coke" phenomenon, saying that it made sense when you thought about it. You're saving calories and giving into temptation so it sort of helps overall. Or at least that's what I intended to say. Apparently what came out of my mouth hurt Alexis' feelings rather badly even though that was not my intention at all. I felt like such an idiot and I knew to chalk it up to lack of sleep wouldn't help. Instead I did the multiple apology thing but I guess the damage is done. I felt so uncomfortable with the whole situation because I thought we'd started becoming not friends but closer working acquaintances and then I had to say something without thinking. The rest of the day I was sort of quiet, not willing to stick my foot any farther into my mouth than it already was. I hustled all the workers out of there as close to 2:53 as I could (inadvertently/purposely? avoiding Alexis) and headed over the VW for the cashier meeting with the higher ups.
The meeting was rather routine, just running through cashier responsibilities and things they'd fucked up in the past. None of the 3 cashiers on my VW shift were there anyway so I thought it sort of pointless but I suppose they had class. Afterwards the supers had their own meeting. Anna actually surprised me by telling me that I'd been doing a wonderful job etc etc prior to the meeting. It's nice to know that my hard work really hadn't gone unnoticed.
Time the meeting let out was 4:30ish. I decided to go to Spin out of guilt. I don't know if it was the cold air I'd been breathing while I was walking to class or the fact that I got there 10 min early and was breathing in all that extra moist chlorinated air but my lungs were burning after the first 10 minutes. A new sensation.
After Spin was Accounting. Bob's back! Joy! He looked pretty good for a man who spent 4 days or so in the hospital. And he remembered my name. Seeing as he said he was having memory difficulty I took that as a big compliment. But I'd gotten used to Frank's dry wit and constant tangential stories. The class was really quiet and there were less laughs to be had. I actually started nodding towards the end, although (to be fair) that can be attributed to only having 2 hours of sleep more than Bob's lecture.
After that went to Meeting Street and grabbed dinner. Showered up, stayed in my comfy robe and promptly fell asleep. The only thing that kept me from getting knocked out completely was my need to see the Syracuse/Kansas game and RW/RR Challenge.
Right now it's 81-78 Syracuse with 15 seconds left on the clock. A nailbiter!! Ooh! Some guy just got off the ill block, stopping Kansas' attempt at a last-second three. Around 1 second left on the clock now...Syracuse with a 3 point lead...
*The main reason why I know I couldn't make it at a black college even if I tried? My aversion to meticulously maintaining my appearance. "Throwing my clothes on top of my book bag"? Huh. My brother, Mr. Debonair himself, would be shocked and appalled with the fashion faux paux I pull off. I suppose he often *is* shocked and appalled with what I choose to put on. But ironing is such a hassle without an ironing board, and ironing boards seem to be such a waste of money. It's a conundrum I tell you. If I was surrounded by my "black brothers and sisters" I know I'd be the butt of a kazillion jokes. Ha. Am I bitter? Who is it ( Chris Rock?) who said "I hate everybody, especially black people". Preach on, brutha. Preach on.
Anywho, where was I? Oh yes.
So the alarm goes off at 9:30 and I felt like shit that had been run over by a tractor trailer. The only thing that may be worse than pulling an all-nighter is the feeling one has after waking up from a 2 hour "nap". Ugh. I was seriously tempted to just ditch CS but I remembered Don mentioning that we were going to go over the final projects today. I thought it best I went and if anything I'd sleep in during Brain Damage.
Of course we're not going over the final projects. We're going over friggin' AI. Damn. I should have just listened to the devil on my left shoulder and slept in. Managed to grab a coffee at the CIT before heading over to class though, so I had some caffeine running through my veins and felt okay. Brain Damage was actually somewhat less painful than usual, whowouldathunk? I guess I'm becoming desensitized to the torture that is Heindel's lecture. The man is smart and obviously very knowledgeable but sometimes can't help but say "WTF?"
After Brain Damage was work at the Kitchen. Mondays are actually one of the longer days because of the large number of workers I have. Added to the fact that the UFS demigods Andrius and Zsolt usually demolish the book early in the morning, there's hardly ever anything to do by the time my crew rolls into town. Today was no exception. Three of us pounded out about 50 lbs of julienned tomatoes while I delegated tasks as I saw fit, but as usually happens when I'm tired as all hell I was somewhat discombobulated and out of the loop. Fairly certain we got everything that was required done. Aaron (I'm tired of the censored name thing) was actually somewhat civil. Or perhaps I was just too tired to give a rats ass.
It was during our lunch break that I fucked up something fierce. Per usual it was Aaron, Alexis and I. Somehow we got onto what we were eating and the relative healthiness of the stuff. I started on the whole "Extra Value Meal and a Diet Coke" phenomenon, saying that it made sense when you thought about it. You're saving calories and giving into temptation so it sort of helps overall. Or at least that's what I intended to say. Apparently what came out of my mouth hurt Alexis' feelings rather badly even though that was not my intention at all. I felt like such an idiot and I knew to chalk it up to lack of sleep wouldn't help. Instead I did the multiple apology thing but I guess the damage is done. I felt so uncomfortable with the whole situation because I thought we'd started becoming not friends but closer working acquaintances and then I had to say something without thinking. The rest of the day I was sort of quiet, not willing to stick my foot any farther into my mouth than it already was. I hustled all the workers out of there as close to 2:53 as I could (inadvertently/purposely? avoiding Alexis) and headed over the VW for the cashier meeting with the higher ups.
The meeting was rather routine, just running through cashier responsibilities and things they'd fucked up in the past. None of the 3 cashiers on my VW shift were there anyway so I thought it sort of pointless but I suppose they had class. Afterwards the supers had their own meeting. Anna actually surprised me by telling me that I'd been doing a wonderful job etc etc prior to the meeting. It's nice to know that my hard work really hadn't gone unnoticed.
Time the meeting let out was 4:30ish. I decided to go to Spin out of guilt. I don't know if it was the cold air I'd been breathing while I was walking to class or the fact that I got there 10 min early and was breathing in all that extra moist chlorinated air but my lungs were burning after the first 10 minutes. A new sensation.
After Spin was Accounting. Bob's back! Joy! He looked pretty good for a man who spent 4 days or so in the hospital. And he remembered my name. Seeing as he said he was having memory difficulty I took that as a big compliment. But I'd gotten used to Frank's dry wit and constant tangential stories. The class was really quiet and there were less laughs to be had. I actually started nodding towards the end, although (to be fair) that can be attributed to only having 2 hours of sleep more than Bob's lecture.
After that went to Meeting Street and grabbed dinner. Showered up, stayed in my comfy robe and promptly fell asleep. The only thing that kept me from getting knocked out completely was my need to see the Syracuse/Kansas game and RW/RR Challenge.
Right now it's 81-78 Syracuse with 15 seconds left on the clock. A nailbiter!! Ooh! Some guy just got off the ill block, stopping Kansas' attempt at a last-second three. Around 1 second left on the clock now...Syracuse with a 3 point lead...