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End of week blues
Jun. 27th, 2008 06:59 pmYesterday was so promising. It began with a lovely bike ride that included finding eight perfectly ripe salmonberries, which I ate quite happily. Work was work, with the new bookstore manager continuing to make things the way he likes them. Ever seen the movie "Secretary"? Remember the boss character? (How could you forget...) Well, he's that guy. I actually think that he will be an excellent manager for the bookstore once he and all of the permanent staff are used to each other. A couple of things he does that I approve of: talks to the students to see what they would do to improve the store and make it more inviting, is changing the snack selection at the store to at least 75% organic, and I think he'll be insisting on more fairly traded clothing items. (C. has been working on that, but there's been some resistance because certain staff don't think that students would be willing to pay more for sweatshop-free. I think they would, especially at this school.) He's got some fitting in to do, though. When a student employee provides the correct pronunciation of his name, and is given an eye roll and incorrect pronunciation in return, that's not exactly good management practice. There was something else about loudly proclaiming his heterosexuality...? Not sure, sounded like a doth protest too much, to me.
So yeah, work was work, and work was fine, and the bike ride home was fine, and I was in a pretty good mood and all ready to finish my final evaluation for school, up until the point that some MORONIC ASSHOLE nearly pulled his car out into the traffic that was ME. I could have sworn that eye contact was made, but when I was in the middle of the intersection, dude decided to continue his rolling stop right on forward. I certainly hope that I scared the shit out of him when I leaned into his windshield and yelled HEEEEYYYY!!!!! as loudly as I could, while pedaling as fast as I could to get the hell out of the way. He jumped and slammed on the brakes, and I didn't get flattened, but it still ruined my mood all the way through today. I was pretty angry about the near-miss, much angrier than I really ought to be over such a thing, and a general irritable malaise has followed me all the way through my day today. I started to feel physically sick roundabout 3:00, so I left work early and begged off of my co-op shift. Some control was regained by watering the beans, feeding the chickens, cleaning the catbox and the bathroom, but I'm still pretty grumpy and a little feverish. Gnaaarrrrgh. Popcorn may be in order.
After the bathroom cleaning, it was imperative that I have a shower, not for the least reason that I cleaned the shower nekkid. Much easier than getting my clothes covered in shower grime, I think. It was getting pretty bad: I could see the grossness even without my contact lenses in. Since my focal range is just slightly more than 6 inches away from my face, you can be sure that the state of the shower was getting to a critical point. Soy-based-citrus-oil solvent is a wonderful thing, with multifarious uses. (It is also excellent for removing winter-grade road yuck from a bike chain.)
I need to work on my summative self evaluation for Evergreen. I'm a little worried that not having it done is causing a hold on my transcript, which in turn is causing a hold on my financial aid for next year. Eep. Self evaluations have always been, by far, my least favorite thing to write while in school. That is both the advantage and the downfall of a school that doesn't believe in letter grades. I have been looking at my old self and faculty evals, and they really do a great job of describing student progress. I still am, however, sick to the teeth of writing about how I feel about school.
So, of course, I find something else to do, even if it too is writing. How contradictory can I be?
I have odd thoughts from time to time while I am in the shower. Here is today's:
φ, π, 4, 8.7596239887...
(that is, phi, pi, fo', sum. Yes, it *is* a nerdy joke.)
Previous thoughts have included the epiphany that, my zip code here, and my zip code in Eugene, are numerologically interesting in that, if you remove the number 9 from the beginning of my Eugene zip code, add 1 to each digit, and replace the 9, it is then my zip code here in Olympia. (I also know practically all of the fruit and vegetable plus at the Co-op, which I think is somehow related to this notion.)
Another shower thought from much longer ago: What do you get when you combine a Phoenician with an Saxon?
A saxophone.
Tomorrow Cathy and I go up to SeaTac (most unfortunate town name, ever...) to pick up the nephew. He'll be staying with us for a month. I'm pretty excited about it, but that's because he's one of my most favorite children. I believe the plan is to go retrieve the kid, retrieve his luggage, bring him home, feed him, make him brush his teeth, and then stuff him into bed. This reminds me that I still need to remake the library into a kid-friendly bedroom again. I'll do it after I've done some more writing on the dreaded eval.
But first...about that popcorn...
So yeah, work was work, and work was fine, and the bike ride home was fine, and I was in a pretty good mood and all ready to finish my final evaluation for school, up until the point that some MORONIC ASSHOLE nearly pulled his car out into the traffic that was ME. I could have sworn that eye contact was made, but when I was in the middle of the intersection, dude decided to continue his rolling stop right on forward. I certainly hope that I scared the shit out of him when I leaned into his windshield and yelled HEEEEYYYY!!!!! as loudly as I could, while pedaling as fast as I could to get the hell out of the way. He jumped and slammed on the brakes, and I didn't get flattened, but it still ruined my mood all the way through today. I was pretty angry about the near-miss, much angrier than I really ought to be over such a thing, and a general irritable malaise has followed me all the way through my day today. I started to feel physically sick roundabout 3:00, so I left work early and begged off of my co-op shift. Some control was regained by watering the beans, feeding the chickens, cleaning the catbox and the bathroom, but I'm still pretty grumpy and a little feverish. Gnaaarrrrgh. Popcorn may be in order.
After the bathroom cleaning, it was imperative that I have a shower, not for the least reason that I cleaned the shower nekkid. Much easier than getting my clothes covered in shower grime, I think. It was getting pretty bad: I could see the grossness even without my contact lenses in. Since my focal range is just slightly more than 6 inches away from my face, you can be sure that the state of the shower was getting to a critical point. Soy-based-citrus-oil solvent is a wonderful thing, with multifarious uses. (It is also excellent for removing winter-grade road yuck from a bike chain.)
I need to work on my summative self evaluation for Evergreen. I'm a little worried that not having it done is causing a hold on my transcript, which in turn is causing a hold on my financial aid for next year. Eep. Self evaluations have always been, by far, my least favorite thing to write while in school. That is both the advantage and the downfall of a school that doesn't believe in letter grades. I have been looking at my old self and faculty evals, and they really do a great job of describing student progress. I still am, however, sick to the teeth of writing about how I feel about school.
So, of course, I find something else to do, even if it too is writing. How contradictory can I be?
I have odd thoughts from time to time while I am in the shower. Here is today's:
φ, π, 4, 8.7596239887...
(that is, phi, pi, fo', sum. Yes, it *is* a nerdy joke.)
Previous thoughts have included the epiphany that, my zip code here, and my zip code in Eugene, are numerologically interesting in that, if you remove the number 9 from the beginning of my Eugene zip code, add 1 to each digit, and replace the 9, it is then my zip code here in Olympia. (I also know practically all of the fruit and vegetable plus at the Co-op, which I think is somehow related to this notion.)
Another shower thought from much longer ago: What do you get when you combine a Phoenician with an Saxon?
A saxophone.
Tomorrow Cathy and I go up to SeaTac (most unfortunate town name, ever...) to pick up the nephew. He'll be staying with us for a month. I'm pretty excited about it, but that's because he's one of my most favorite children. I believe the plan is to go retrieve the kid, retrieve his luggage, bring him home, feed him, make him brush his teeth, and then stuff him into bed. This reminds me that I still need to remake the library into a kid-friendly bedroom again. I'll do it after I've done some more writing on the dreaded eval.
But first...about that popcorn...
