Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Apply...
Wise up Grad Programs! Don't have an electronic application that requires me to print off 30 pages of crap and mail it in... my life is not that stable and I don't have enough printer ink... this is going to require a trip to staples and/or campus.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Starting the Year Off Right?
The Car-- Dec. 30
The hubby and I got back from a nice visit with my parents at 6:55 pm. We went to baggage claim and retrieved all our bags and walked right on to the shuttle to long-term parking. We got off at 42G (right where hubby told me he had parked). The car is nowhere to be found. So we walked around.... NO CAR. So we walk some more....NO CAR. So we yell and walk through the gravel parking lot dragging 2 rolling bags and a hanging bag... NO CAR.
I finally stop a shuttle and find out that if we know our license plate number the airport can tell us where our car is. I guess we are the only people that don't know our plate numbers. So I call the insurance company... they will know that kind of info, right? NOPE. But they have the VIN numbers.... that probably won't help us out at 8 pm in the dark, cold, unpaved parking lot.
I call parking info for help. They allow 1 of us to drive up and down the aisles looking for our car. Hubby goes. I stay in the shuttle stop and manage to create perhaps the wierdest outfit from Christmas presents: husband's hat and sweater, own purple leather gloves, husband's new gym socks, and own running shoes (thank God I imagined I was going to work out during the vacation).
8:55 Hubby returns sans car. It won't start, battery is dead. I call parking info for help. They eventually come and jump the car.
We finally check out of parking at 9:45 pm.
P.S. The car was parked in 42 H, but in the middle section, not the end section where we were looking.
The Phone-- Dec. 31
Hubby and I go into the city for NYE. Still recovering from the car episode, we get a late start to the train. We arrive in the city around 11:15pm. On the way out of the train station, I realize by cell phone is no longer in my pocket. GREAT.
We walk to friend's hotel room and call the phone. No answer. We call once more. No answer. Hubby calls one more time... ANSWER, in Spanish. Hubby took German in highschool, so he is of no use. I work my magic and arrange to meet them at a train station in another part of the city. 11:40pm Hubby and I catch a cab to said train station.
11:57 We arrive, but they aren't there. I call back and try to give directions to what exit of the trian station I am at. We count down to the new year with the cab driver from Zimbabwe. He was quite dapper in his suit.
12:05 phone arrives!
The hubby and I got back from a nice visit with my parents at 6:55 pm. We went to baggage claim and retrieved all our bags and walked right on to the shuttle to long-term parking. We got off at 42G (right where hubby told me he had parked). The car is nowhere to be found. So we walked around.... NO CAR. So we walk some more....NO CAR. So we yell and walk through the gravel parking lot dragging 2 rolling bags and a hanging bag... NO CAR.
I finally stop a shuttle and find out that if we know our license plate number the airport can tell us where our car is. I guess we are the only people that don't know our plate numbers. So I call the insurance company... they will know that kind of info, right? NOPE. But they have the VIN numbers.... that probably won't help us out at 8 pm in the dark, cold, unpaved parking lot.
I call parking info for help. They allow 1 of us to drive up and down the aisles looking for our car. Hubby goes. I stay in the shuttle stop and manage to create perhaps the wierdest outfit from Christmas presents: husband's hat and sweater, own purple leather gloves, husband's new gym socks, and own running shoes (thank God I imagined I was going to work out during the vacation).
8:55 Hubby returns sans car. It won't start, battery is dead. I call parking info for help. They eventually come and jump the car.
We finally check out of parking at 9:45 pm.
P.S. The car was parked in 42 H, but in the middle section, not the end section where we were looking.
The Phone-- Dec. 31
Hubby and I go into the city for NYE. Still recovering from the car episode, we get a late start to the train. We arrive in the city around 11:15pm. On the way out of the train station, I realize by cell phone is no longer in my pocket. GREAT.
We walk to friend's hotel room and call the phone. No answer. We call once more. No answer. Hubby calls one more time... ANSWER, in Spanish. Hubby took German in highschool, so he is of no use. I work my magic and arrange to meet them at a train station in another part of the city. 11:40pm Hubby and I catch a cab to said train station.
11:57 We arrive, but they aren't there. I call back and try to give directions to what exit of the trian station I am at. We count down to the new year with the cab driver from Zimbabwe. He was quite dapper in his suit.
12:05 phone arrives!
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Into a Death Trap
No, this time I am not referring to my students.
I made the mistake of going to Walmart on a Saturday at 11am. (I'm pretty sure that this means I have officially lost my mind... and right around midterms, not a moment too soon.)
I was adrift in a sea of cart wielding, blue-haired grannies aimlessly wandering through the health and beauty aisles. I was almost hit twice while trying to find the best mascara under $8. I guess it is my fault though, I didn't realize how close I was to the tubs of cold cream and industrial-sized bags of cotton balls. It puzzles me that Walmart can pass on the savings so you can buy a Coke for 25 cents or a gallon of bleach for a dollar, but you can't find mascara that won't flake into your contacts when you're driving for under 5 bucks.
Having found a flake free mascara for only $6, I'll spend the rest of my day grading essays, figuring out how to explain APA format to freshmen without killing myself, and contemplating just what makes me a valuable addition to x PhD program.
I made the mistake of going to Walmart on a Saturday at 11am. (I'm pretty sure that this means I have officially lost my mind... and right around midterms, not a moment too soon.)
I was adrift in a sea of cart wielding, blue-haired grannies aimlessly wandering through the health and beauty aisles. I was almost hit twice while trying to find the best mascara under $8. I guess it is my fault though, I didn't realize how close I was to the tubs of cold cream and industrial-sized bags of cotton balls. It puzzles me that Walmart can pass on the savings so you can buy a Coke for 25 cents or a gallon of bleach for a dollar, but you can't find mascara that won't flake into your contacts when you're driving for under 5 bucks.
Having found a flake free mascara for only $6, I'll spend the rest of my day grading essays, figuring out how to explain APA format to freshmen without killing myself, and contemplating just what makes me a valuable addition to x PhD program.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Productivity
New research has shown that a messy desk is actually a sign of a more productive person. I don't know whether this photo reveals my immense level of productivity or my inability to keep a clean house. There is also the chance that it merely reveals a level of craziness that cannot be paralleled outside academia.
But, somehow I couldn't capture the whole mess as it exends onto the floor, the chair next to me, and the living room. I think the only saving grace is that my "desk" is also my dining room table.
Please note that the bottles of wine are full and in a really beautiful wine rack, which is not visisble because of the piles of papers. I've not resorted to leaving empty wine bottles in the midst of my research, yet.
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