and the end has come into sight…
I realized this morning as I was doing my laundry in
preparation for the field trip to come that I only have classes on tuesday and wednesday now due to my bowling class
having finished up last thursday. This seems very strange to me. I do work everyday so its not like i get a five day
weekend every week...Which would be nice. It'd be like going to school only part time...
Field Trip on the Horizon…
Got through the presentation. Went much better than I had
expected. I finished printing my big sheet of drawings 3 minutes before I was supposed to be across the street
presenting, however, we were also a man short at work which made me late too. Stupid ice.
The weather here
bites it. Back and forth, sunny and blizzardy...Oh well, Friday is the field trip. For now its way past time for bed,
so it's calling my name...I hear it...Bon....bonnnn...sleepy time!
ugh.
my thesis midterm presentation totally has me bent over and
is taking me in a very uncomfortable manner...ARGH! Stupid stupid stupid me! Oh well, this time tomorrow it'll be done
with.
So, this is a very bad week for me. I have my midterm review
for my thesis on Wednesday, a midterm exam tomorrow, and then I have meetings, work, and a shitload of cleaning and
packing to do before I go to Oregon on Friday. Even though I am swamped, Monday is grocery day so I took the time. We
went to the WASP-y grocery store so I could cash my check and get a PIN number assigned to my debit card, and they bag
your groceries for you. Well, the idiot who bagged my groceries didn't put my bread, or my muffins in my bag, and
being short on sleep and distracted I didn't check. So now I have stuff to make sandwiches which does me no good.
Specifically bad because I planned on eating mostly those for the week. Grrr. I hope it doesn't get worse.
You’re a sheila…
So, I went out for a nice, grownup-esque dinner with my
beloved friend Paul. We went to the outback steakhouse and parked nose-to-nose with a Cadillac Escolade, who's owner
thought (s)he was special enough that (s)he parked halfway over the yellow line, forcing Paul to leave the tailend of
his car actually half into the driving lane, however it was the only available spot in the entire lot. We had a fairly
long wait to be seated, the place was swarming, there was a sportsmans show and the girls college basketball
preliminary tournies in town today so the city was bursting. At any rate, the evening was fantastic. The food was
great, the company was great, the conversation flowed and was great, the beer was great, and most importantly, the
waiter was great. He was so pleasant, and Paul and I agreed that he was a very handsome man...At one point I asked him
where the restrooms were (this being my first trip to the outback) and he pointed them out, leaned in closer and said
confidentially: "you're a sheila", which caused me to wonder if perhaps the male restroom was labeled something unique
that might be hard to descern male from female. I arrived at the restrooms to find the doors labeled Sheilas and
Blokes. I had to shake my head and laugh at that one. I'm pretty sure there must be some confusion about it on a
regular basis, because he didn't say it in a way that meant he thought I was stupid.