universe fucking HATES me
Oct. 26th, 2004 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfgroveGot up early this morning, but not as early as intended, to do some homework before class.
Got to my first class, presentations and a homework due. Got it in on time. Presentations were boring, except Dave B's but I already knew Dave's stance on Open Source. Dave needs to focus a little better whenever his topic even remotely involves open source and/or Linux. Almost missed the SQA tie-in there. My SQA presentation was moved to Nov 10th.
The break between 1st and second, grabbed lunch, joked around with the Foy group. Got scolded for not having the chicken gun with me and not having ADV in AU up yet. (I need someone, anyone from AU, to fill a rant space for me.) Grabbed a coupon announcing free 20oz smoothies at Smoothie King until 6pm.
Got to my second class okay. The homework I had finished isn't due until Wednesday. And there's a test on... Nov 10th. ....Yay.
Third class, Diff Eq. Test Wednesday next week. Yay.... I hate diff eq.
After third class... normally I'd catch the transit home.
Not today. You see, there was this big mix up about my UI project Conceptual Model due dates. We thought it would be due Thursday. We were told suddenly it would be due a week earlier than expected, on the "due date". Got it corrected to due Tuesday, still a big change in breathing room. As soon as I had the info, Friday morning, I email my partner that we need to meet earlier, I tell him Saturday's out because my Mom's up, and Sunday, I'm going to a cookout around 7pm. He FINALLY gets back to me 5am Sunday. "Let's meet between 11am-3pm Sunday."
W - T - F.
By now, I've already made lunch plans with friends who are in from Pensacola, Baton Rouge, and Jacksonville. So um... no, can't make it. Later today or on Monday?
Sure. Monday afternoon anytime before 5pm. Here's my number, call.
K. Fine.
Zoom forward to 2:15 this afternoon. I've gone from my last class to the Foy computer lab. I send an email: Can you meet me in Foy Computer Lab about 3pm to work on this? I'll call the phone # shortly. Walk outside; call the number, which was one number too long in the email. Logically, I ignored the one extra number. Wrong number. Go inside, send another email: The phone number doesn't work, too long. I tried calling ignoring the extra digit and got a wrong number. I'll stick around the lab for a while. If you show up, we'll work on it. If you don't, I'll just do it.
I am very pissed off at this point because he can't write a phone number correctly, takes 2 days to respond to email, has not done shit since he wrote the 1st draft of the abstract except show up (which he now fails at), doesn't read the documentation sent to us by the client, and doesn't prepare before the project meetings. He read off MY questions during the conference call. He hadn't looked up anything, where as I've been looking up reference stuff all along.
I wait at the lab until 4:40, at which point I figure he's not coming since he said he couldn't meet after 5pm, and he still hasn't opened the emails I sent. He knew the time window, and my cell # was in those emails. He could've been made an effort. Needless to say, he didn't show.
Talk to Mom on the cell as I walk. BJ evidently is sick, has re-injured his shoulder (before the match this past weekend), and hurt his legs because he lifted weights with them until he couldn't move because he was frustrated about the shoulder.
I leave to see about getting a smoothie. Turns out the smoothie thing was a fake. Some guys just printed those up and distributed them to fuck with everyone.
I call to check up on BJ, quickly get picked up and hung up on. I know that drill, he must've been in class and the cell wasn't on silent.
Went back to Haley to catch a transit.
About 5:15pm, I'm sitting on the transit, guess who calls. My UI Project partner. At this point, I am very pissy about waiting for 3 hours. I didn't yell at him; I was just short with him. Anything between (( )) is purely in my head. Too bad that.
Get home. Bitch & complain to Ashley and my Mom about the situation and the general crap I get from 1/4 of engineering males. Next guy in engineering that (a) acts like I should be interested in dating him purely because I'm in engineering, (b) makes any sort of "my woman" comments, picks me up, or otherwise gets overly-touchy when I don't know them that well, (c) indicates that I'm only in engineering to find a husband that can support me (oh yeah, 'cause that's how I made it to my senior year), (d) indicates that I only do well in my classes because I'm a "cute girl" or "only girl" in an engineering class... I'm going to rip your eyes from your fucking sockets. I'm sick of getting this crap. I've been hearing it since my second year.
Much, much later...
BJ calls me back. I caused him to lose his bonus points in that class because his cell phone went off during it. Class policy.
See... Fucking lovely.
Everything that looked like it could've gone well, came full circle to kick my ass.
And I still need to talk to Ashley and pick the final 5 for club tomorrow night. And I'm getting up early tomorrow to do the conceptual model before my 2pm class.
Got to my first class, presentations and a homework due. Got it in on time. Presentations were boring, except Dave B's but I already knew Dave's stance on Open Source. Dave needs to focus a little better whenever his topic even remotely involves open source and/or Linux. Almost missed the SQA tie-in there. My SQA presentation was moved to Nov 10th.
The break between 1st and second, grabbed lunch, joked around with the Foy group. Got scolded for not having the chicken gun with me and not having ADV in AU up yet. (I need someone, anyone from AU, to fill a rant space for me.) Grabbed a coupon announcing free 20oz smoothies at Smoothie King until 6pm.
Got to my second class okay. The homework I had finished isn't due until Wednesday. And there's a test on... Nov 10th. ....Yay.
Third class, Diff Eq. Test Wednesday next week. Yay.... I hate diff eq.
After third class... normally I'd catch the transit home.
Not today. You see, there was this big mix up about my UI project Conceptual Model due dates. We thought it would be due Thursday. We were told suddenly it would be due a week earlier than expected, on the "due date". Got it corrected to due Tuesday, still a big change in breathing room. As soon as I had the info, Friday morning, I email my partner that we need to meet earlier, I tell him Saturday's out because my Mom's up, and Sunday, I'm going to a cookout around 7pm. He FINALLY gets back to me 5am Sunday. "Let's meet between 11am-3pm Sunday."
W - T - F.
By now, I've already made lunch plans with friends who are in from Pensacola, Baton Rouge, and Jacksonville. So um... no, can't make it. Later today or on Monday?
Sure. Monday afternoon anytime before 5pm. Here's my number, call.
K. Fine.
Zoom forward to 2:15 this afternoon. I've gone from my last class to the Foy computer lab. I send an email: Can you meet me in Foy Computer Lab about 3pm to work on this? I'll call the phone # shortly. Walk outside; call the number, which was one number too long in the email. Logically, I ignored the one extra number. Wrong number. Go inside, send another email: The phone number doesn't work, too long. I tried calling ignoring the extra digit and got a wrong number. I'll stick around the lab for a while. If you show up, we'll work on it. If you don't, I'll just do it.
I am very pissed off at this point because he can't write a phone number correctly, takes 2 days to respond to email, has not done shit since he wrote the 1st draft of the abstract except show up (which he now fails at), doesn't read the documentation sent to us by the client, and doesn't prepare before the project meetings. He read off MY questions during the conference call. He hadn't looked up anything, where as I've been looking up reference stuff all along.
I wait at the lab until 4:40, at which point I figure he's not coming since he said he couldn't meet after 5pm, and he still hasn't opened the emails I sent. He knew the time window, and my cell # was in those emails. He could've been made an effort. Needless to say, he didn't show.
Talk to Mom on the cell as I walk. BJ evidently is sick, has re-injured his shoulder (before the match this past weekend), and hurt his legs because he lifted weights with them until he couldn't move because he was frustrated about the shoulder.
I leave to see about getting a smoothie. Turns out the smoothie thing was a fake. Some guys just printed those up and distributed them to fuck with everyone.
I call to check up on BJ, quickly get picked up and hung up on. I know that drill, he must've been in class and the cell wasn't on silent.
Went back to Haley to catch a transit.
About 5:15pm, I'm sitting on the transit, guess who calls. My UI Project partner. At this point, I am very pissy about waiting for 3 hours. I didn't yell at him; I was just short with him. Anything between (( )) is purely in my head. Too bad that.
Hey.
Hey.
Where are you?
On the transit. ((Shithead.))
Oh.
Yeah.
So why couldn't you call me?
((Did you even read the fucking email?!)) The number didn't work.
Why?
It. Had. Too. Many. Numbers. ((Read the email before you speak another word to me Einstein.))
Huh? You didn't call XXX-XXXX?
No. That's not the number you sent me. ((Obviously shithead.))
Oh.
....
So um... I guess do you want to meet tomorrow then?
((I have a club meeting to run that I CANNOT skip.)) .... when?
Well... I have two hours after class, and then another 2 hours right before it's due.
((Yeah, and I'm supposed to create the images when? During club? Because that takes like 6 hours. And I know I'll end up making the images. Plus we have to work out everything else. Fucking slacker.))
Do you just want to talk about it after class tomorrow?
Fine. ((I'll have it done before class tomorrow Shithead. Because I don't have time to do it properly otherwise.))
Get home. Bitch & complain to Ashley and my Mom about the situation and the general crap I get from 1/4 of engineering males. Next guy in engineering that (a) acts like I should be interested in dating him purely because I'm in engineering, (b) makes any sort of "my woman" comments, picks me up, or otherwise gets overly-touchy when I don't know them that well, (c) indicates that I'm only in engineering to find a husband that can support me (oh yeah, 'cause that's how I made it to my senior year), (d) indicates that I only do well in my classes because I'm a "cute girl" or "only girl" in an engineering class... I'm going to rip your eyes from your fucking sockets. I'm sick of getting this crap. I've been hearing it since my second year.
Much, much later...
BJ calls me back. I caused him to lose his bonus points in that class because his cell phone went off during it. Class policy.
See... Fucking lovely.
Everything that looked like it could've gone well, came full circle to kick my ass.
And I still need to talk to Ashley and pick the final 5 for club tomorrow night. And I'm getting up early tomorrow to do the conceptual model before my 2pm class.
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Date: 2004-10-25 10:35 pm (UTC)And I know I don't go to AU, but hey, if you want a rant space from a AU wannabe. The offer is there. I can always pretend I go there to just mess with normal people XD
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Date: 2004-10-25 10:38 pm (UTC)Nah, I'd prefer one of my 4 ADVinAU co-artists honestly, or barring that, an AU student. But thanks for the offer.
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Date: 2004-10-25 10:44 pm (UTC)I just wish I could help somehow, it sucks seeing someone having so much crud.
Anywho, if you need anything or if I can help. Please let me know okay?
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Date: 2004-10-25 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-25 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 12:41 am (UTC)i can understand A, it's that "hey, we've got a common interest" thing but i'm pretty sure you mean that it goes a little farther than that.
but you're fun to pick up. i have no idea why. stop me if you care to, though i'm sure you will. ;o)
i'd almost apologize for my gender, but they do suck. i'm sure i suck in that same way from time to time, but i try not to. thinking is important.
i'm still boggled everytime i see an instance of sexism or racism or any of the like. it's so childish and moronic. my friends spoil me because i'm used to them thinking and caring and not being asshats (for the most part) so i always forget stupid people (in that facet) exist still. i've been like this close (doesn't work well without the visual) to forgetting i'm in alabama lately, but i have to remind myself by going to the opelika wal-mart every so often. have to remember to keep the guard up.
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Date: 2004-10-26 09:16 am (UTC)With A, it's more than hey we've got a common intrest. I've have them go out of their way to fake intrest in my other stuff, or to belittle my other intrests by trying to act like they know more than I do. And they just won't back off if I don't show intrest in them, they just keep badgering me, then move on to getting all touchy even though I hardly know them. It's fine that we have a common interest and they're interested, it's an entirely other thing when they treat it like I have no choice but to be interested in them because of it. I can't explain exactly how that comes across rather than just general intrest, but it does happen sometimes.
Jason, you're a good friend of mine, and I'm very touchy with my friends. So I don't mind. ^_^ I think some of these guys see me out with my friends and assumes this means they can hang all over me.
*laughs*
No kidding. If I were only ever around my friends, I'd forget this crap existed too.
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Date: 2004-10-26 11:54 am (UTC)on the upside at least it's not drunken creepy barhoppers doing it to you, but then again that's expected and engineers aren't really expected to do that. desperation maybe? while the idea of looking for a date in the engineering field is nice at first thought one still has to realize that even engineers are individuals and thus require thinking about them in that same way. same for artists and the like. stupid herd mentality.
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Date: 2004-10-26 09:22 am (UTC)On another note, you should dl and watch the 1st two episodes of "Grenadier". It is a bit in the Fan-Sub style, but just they way she loads her gun is funny. At first, I was stunned and didn't know how to react, then I just LMAO. It made my day better just watching that.
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Date: 2004-10-26 09:34 am (UTC)I don't get it. I just fucking don't. People come to these stupid conclusions based on absolutely FUCKING NOTHING of merrit. It's just asking for a swift kick to the head.
I'm sorry you have to deal with that shit. I promise you this, if I *ever* see someone doing this to you while I am around, they *will* regret the day they met my bad side, because I do not take kindly to people badgering my friends.
But otherwise Becky, you and I need to play some SNES RPGs and forget all those assholes. ^_^
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Date: 2004-10-26 10:28 pm (UTC)I hope that's true; if it's not, I feel really stupid.
Thanks.
Yes. Video games are good.
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Date: 2004-10-26 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 10:30 pm (UTC)*sigh*
We'll just have ta kill them all.
shit...
Date: 2004-10-26 11:17 pm (UTC)I assume you were also talking about Pat here... that sucks. He's a nice guy (from what I've seen) but I KNEW to expect that out of him and was praying not to be in a group with him (okay, not really, but you get the point). Don't you have another partner? Are they pulling their weight?
I also apologize if I ever come off like a type-A asshole or for possibly coming off touchy. I'm just overly flirty to a fault at times... if you catch me doing it, just tell me and I'll give myself a swift kick in the ass. Then I'll turn around and let you give me a swift kick in the ass.
I'm surprised you get those other comments... I've never seen anybody pull that kind of shit with you or anybody in our classes. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised... but damn, I thought most of us were more intelligent than that (in our major). If I'm ever around when this is happening, smack me in the back of the head so I can take notice and we can tag-team their ass.
Chin up though... I'll even let you kick my ass if it will make you feel better. (not that I'd have to let you... it's more of an invitation I guess)
Re: shit...
Date: 2004-10-26 11:21 pm (UTC)Nobody wants me, the solution... you kicking some ass. Global warming... you kick some ass and it's all better. The dire situation in Iraq? Yeah, you just need to kick some ass.
I'll stop now.