Well, Sunday morning finds me where it usually does: working the parking booth at the front of campus. I made it in just before it started to rain.
My morning hasn't been going out great. Outlet doesn't work in the bathroom AGAIN, so I had to dry my hair in the bedroom. And that's right: think hair fuzz instead of straight hair. Matched with the rain outside, I'm a regular golden retriever puppy fuzzball head.
Got a bagel this morning, but it tastes really bad. There goes breakfast. Probably shouldn't be eating anyway because of my stomach. Habit.
Took the guys at campus safety three tries to give me the right key. If we're going to use small codes like P13 and R20 and LB13 on the keys, is it really all that difficult to just write Post A on the darn thing? I really don't think it's asking too much.
And now I realize that they've messed with this computer. In that there is no Microsoft Word. Let me say this again, because I feel it is so ridiculous it must be said again. This is a Dell computer with Windows XP, and there is no Microsoft Word. Only Word Pad. WTF????!!!??? I have a five page paper I have to write, stupidheads. Take off AIM, that's fine and dandy, I can use express like I'm using now. But don't take off Microsoft Word. What the heck were you thinking? And they wanted me to work on Saturdays too. BAH!
Other than that, life's good. Angel might bring me lunch, but I'm not holding my breath, as he has work to do. Chances are I'm just going to go home. I have to drive home, too. Bah. But I'm in mega comfy clothes, so I don't really mind.
I think I'm beginning to see why I'm so defensive. I think it's because I feel like people catch me more on what I say and do. When I say/do something stupid or somewhat stupid, and I get caught on it. And that's fine. Except that it feels like I'm the only one getting it. And seeing as I say/do the stupid stuff the most, it makes sense. I'm just too sensitive, that's all.
I'm glad I've made time to have dinner and hang out with people this week. I needed to do it. I'm trying my best to get my work done early this quarter. No falling behind on reading and assignments. They're all going to be done ahead of schedule. But I need to make time for friends because it's important. So I'm working on it.
Angel wants me to meet his brother for dinner. It better not be formal. He showed me a picture of the two brothers. He's rather attractive as well. But I'll stick with what I have.
Sunday morning rain is falling...