Four annoyances:
- Can someone please save me from rude students? Well, just one rude student. Apparently she thinks she has been “misadvised” about what classes to take next fall. Yeah, no she wasn’t. She just hasn’t submitted the right transcripts our University. D’oh.
- Can someone please save me from the idiots who make decisions about road construction? It was a bitch to get home tonight. 10 miles? 25 minutes. You see, they are replacing a stoplight intersection with a new overpass/on-ramp combo. This means they have been tearing out old buildings, closing lanes, etc. Added to that, our riverfront is closed for our annual festival, so I can’t even take my normal path to and from work. {Sigh} Idiots.
- Can someone please save me from the walk-through traffic in my “transitional” neighborhood? This morning, some crazy chick approached my car and asked me to give her a ride. Whatever.
- Can someone please save me from the morons who run the travel office? Yes, there’s a new policy. Professors who are traveling on the University’s dime must now “seek out their own rooms” — we cannot share with other professors from the university. We cannot share with colleagues from other schools. We cannot share with friends. This is a significant problem seeing how they didn’t really jack up our travel money. It is conceivable to spend our whole travel allowance on airplane tickets and conference fees. Who we choose to shack up with (unless we are shacking up with a student) should be our own damned business. (Plus, this is adding $250 to my Peru trip because I have to pay for my own damned room. Blah!)
In other news:
- The Katje really needs to have his nails trimmed. He seems to think that it’s a good idea to climb my leg and now I have bloody cuts on it.
- My tomatoes are really starting to grow. Yippee! I am having visions of tomato/basil/mozzarella salad.
- Speaking of food, I had very odd dinner tonight — onions, squash, asparagus, sugar snap peas, and smoked sausage stir fry. It was actually pretty damned good. Obviously The Coach was not home, seeing how he would die if a vegetable ever crossed his lips.
Wow. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one dealing with Id-eee-ots.
We should go get a beer and bitch about it all.
A virtual beer?
I do let veggies past my lips occasionally. I am not strictly a carnivore.
@ Coach: {SNORT}
it’s true, i’ve seen the coach eat veggies! granted he didn’t have much choice…he was at a veggie restaurant!
also…I want a tomato plant.
@ Koko: Okay, you got me. He did eat veggie stuff at the restaurant. He’ll eat veggies when he has no choice.
And one of my poor ‘mato plants was blown over last night. Ack! Next year, I am going to put a brick in the bottom of the pot to see if that helps. Stupid plastic (recycled plastic, that is) pots anyhow.