If I lose the ability to laugh at myself, kill me.
I had a lab report due today.
(As established in my previous entry.)
My first sign that the Universe Was Out To Get Me was when I opened the document and all my tables were gone. It wasn't a huge deal, I just had to transfer from the spreadsheets again.
I saved it, as a .docx, as an .rtf, and as an .odt. To make damn sure ONE of those would load properly.
After Spanish I got to work again to finish up the last bits and pieces. I opened it, yay, there were my tables! I finished it, and then emailed it to myself so I could print it.
I opened it on a computer in the computer lab.
Formatting borkage ahoy! Things were left-aligned and centered in the WEIRDEST places. Considering I justify everything except for the title page. And as I scrolled down...it was all I could do to keep from headdesking for realsies.
There were the places where my tables were supposed to be. Except instead of wee blank boxes, they were GIANT. RED. PIXELATED. Xs.
I shit you not. PIXELATED.
I attempted multiple document formats. NOTHING would load my tables properly. So I packed up my stuff and went to my instructor's office. I attempted to open it on her computer as well. The look of utter bemusement on her face when she saw that I was not lying about the giant red pixelated X-marks-the-spots was comical to say the least. So, I printed the document. Even more mystifying, the giant red Xs printed as well. It was like the text version of "SURVEY SAYS: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!" from Family Feud.
I turned it in, and said, "I need a damn soda." So, I went to the vending machines. First, the machine tried to eat my dollar, but I bullied it into cooperation. Then, it finally spit out my Sprite. I leaned down to collect said soda. And somehow, as I was removing it from the little dispensing window, it cracked against the edge of the window and the can was PUNCTURED.
Which meant I got HOSED DOWN with Sprite.
I had soda DRIPPING OFF MY FACE. And down my shirt.
...
Yes, there were witnesses.
They laughed their asses off.
I was too busy trying to mop my face off to laugh at that particular moment.
(As established in my previous entry.)
My first sign that the Universe Was Out To Get Me was when I opened the document and all my tables were gone. It wasn't a huge deal, I just had to transfer from the spreadsheets again.
I saved it, as a .docx, as an .rtf, and as an .odt. To make damn sure ONE of those would load properly.
After Spanish I got to work again to finish up the last bits and pieces. I opened it, yay, there were my tables! I finished it, and then emailed it to myself so I could print it.
I opened it on a computer in the computer lab.
Formatting borkage ahoy! Things were left-aligned and centered in the WEIRDEST places. Considering I justify everything except for the title page. And as I scrolled down...it was all I could do to keep from headdesking for realsies.
There were the places where my tables were supposed to be. Except instead of wee blank boxes, they were GIANT. RED. PIXELATED. Xs.
I shit you not. PIXELATED.
I attempted multiple document formats. NOTHING would load my tables properly. So I packed up my stuff and went to my instructor's office. I attempted to open it on her computer as well. The look of utter bemusement on her face when she saw that I was not lying about the giant red pixelated X-marks-the-spots was comical to say the least. So, I printed the document. Even more mystifying, the giant red Xs printed as well. It was like the text version of "SURVEY SAYS: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!" from Family Feud.
I turned it in, and said, "I need a damn soda." So, I went to the vending machines. First, the machine tried to eat my dollar, but I bullied it into cooperation. Then, it finally spit out my Sprite. I leaned down to collect said soda. And somehow, as I was removing it from the little dispensing window, it cracked against the edge of the window and the can was PUNCTURED.
Which meant I got HOSED DOWN with Sprite.
I had soda DRIPPING OFF MY FACE. And down my shirt.
...
Yes, there were witnesses.
They laughed their asses off.
I was too busy trying to mop my face off to laugh at that particular moment.