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Mar. 9th, 2006 10:43 pmI'm thinking hey life's not so bad, i can avoid watching sucky S3 of Angel because we've restarted S1 of Buffy hence saving me from the horrors of sitting quietly as I eat breakfast. So as I'm chowing down fiber twigs and soy nuggets, I see Mousezilla run across the kitchen again. Fuckity fuck. So Mom brought me the more vicious kind of trap and I try to set it. i think they're defective because the spring thingie does NOT fit anywhere on the bait trap like it says. But on the plus side I caught my finger in it.
I get to work and it's lab practical time. I made life very simple for them with 4 every day questions, stuff according to the books everyone graduating middle school should know plus a gimme question
1. Who wrote Beethoven's Fifth (no one knew, okay about 10 out of 27 but still)
2. Where is Mount Rushmore. = 7 votes for Washington, Three for Colorado and North Dakota, 5 for South Dakota (go you 5), and one each for CA, Delaware, Hollywood, Nevada and RUSSIA.
and 3 the gimme. Dr Evans has lived/worked in a land where the Hodag lives, in a psychic commune, in the UFO capital of the world, in a land under an Indian curse OR MORE LIKELY all of the above - do you want to know how many didn't actually believe me when I gave them the answer. Head desk.
Then I pack up the cats (I TOLD them the four muscles I would tag on the cats, two are arm, two chest/back, and they STILL got them wrong) and as I'm walking them to the frig I feel wet...I look down and my crotch and legs are SOAKED in embalming fluid. Now I know I haven't used those parts in a while but they're not ready for a funeral!
I get home and have two options clean so I can be doubly sure Mousezilla has no reason to stay or suck on the tequila bottle. I opt for cleaning. Take out the broom and find where the little bastard is living in the broom closet. I set the traps I have there. I HEAR him in there. Fuck this, I'm getting Dcon.
Talked the power company to find out why my bill is suddenly 205$ instead of the usual 80-87$. (they have no good reason) and to find out why they never came out here like promised. Promised them I would sic the Power Commisson on them and I shall over break. Don't fuck with me. I will fuck back.
Then student loans called me and asked why I haven't paid my 1700$/month bill and I said because that's 80% of my monthly salary and I'm not paying it. I told them they could be more reasonable and take into account that I'm partially disabled and I teach in a rural setting, you know things that are supposed to get me breaks on loans. She's actually looking into it.
Then I found out my classical and/or Jazz mail order place that I've been using for going on 20 years now suddenly made the default shipping EXPRESS and I didn't notice and ended up charged a fortune for my latest online purchases (I wrote to complain)
THen typing this the power went out. PLEASE don't let it go out again since I have to get up early tomorrow and do another lab practical.
I get to work and it's lab practical time. I made life very simple for them with 4 every day questions, stuff according to the books everyone graduating middle school should know plus a gimme question
1. Who wrote Beethoven's Fifth (no one knew, okay about 10 out of 27 but still)
2. Where is Mount Rushmore. = 7 votes for Washington, Three for Colorado and North Dakota, 5 for South Dakota (go you 5), and one each for CA, Delaware, Hollywood, Nevada and RUSSIA.
and 3 the gimme. Dr Evans has lived/worked in a land where the Hodag lives, in a psychic commune, in the UFO capital of the world, in a land under an Indian curse OR MORE LIKELY all of the above - do you want to know how many didn't actually believe me when I gave them the answer. Head desk.
Then I pack up the cats (I TOLD them the four muscles I would tag on the cats, two are arm, two chest/back, and they STILL got them wrong) and as I'm walking them to the frig I feel wet...I look down and my crotch and legs are SOAKED in embalming fluid. Now I know I haven't used those parts in a while but they're not ready for a funeral!
I get home and have two options clean so I can be doubly sure Mousezilla has no reason to stay or suck on the tequila bottle. I opt for cleaning. Take out the broom and find where the little bastard is living in the broom closet. I set the traps I have there. I HEAR him in there. Fuck this, I'm getting Dcon.
Talked the power company to find out why my bill is suddenly 205$ instead of the usual 80-87$. (they have no good reason) and to find out why they never came out here like promised. Promised them I would sic the Power Commisson on them and I shall over break. Don't fuck with me. I will fuck back.
Then student loans called me and asked why I haven't paid my 1700$/month bill and I said because that's 80% of my monthly salary and I'm not paying it. I told them they could be more reasonable and take into account that I'm partially disabled and I teach in a rural setting, you know things that are supposed to get me breaks on loans. She's actually looking into it.
Then I found out my classical and/or Jazz mail order place that I've been using for going on 20 years now suddenly made the default shipping EXPRESS and I didn't notice and ended up charged a fortune for my latest online purchases (I wrote to complain)
THen typing this the power went out. PLEASE don't let it go out again since I have to get up early tomorrow and do another lab practical.

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Date: 2006-03-10 04:07 am (UTC)She will, too. Sic 'em, Dana! Go!
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Date: 2006-03-10 05:04 am (UTC)I cracked up at your improved version of Angel and Spike's walk of shame. That might be your funniest fic ever. And the ending of "Love Itself Have Rest" was nicely moving.
I never get to send you what I wanted to. I think I have your e-mail address, so I will likely write you about it this weekend. (Ah, now you're curious).
Hopefully, someone with half a brain will check out your student loan situation. Unbelieveable. And the power company is going to be sorry they ever heard of you.
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Date: 2006-03-10 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 01:37 pm (UTC)And anyone who's met you even once shouldn't doubt "all of the above." If nothing else, they should accept/look for some explanation... Ya know?
Your student loan people seem to get a reasonable customer agent every six months or so... but they all seem to get fired, and it resets to them being asses. Good luck keeping this one a while!
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Date: 2006-03-10 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-11 01:16 am (UTC)of course the reasonable customer agent never called me back. Color me surprised
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Date: 2006-03-11 01:20 am (UTC)Glad you got such a chuckle out of Angelus and Spike's lesson in humility.
student loan people never called me back