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 10:38 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?