May 14, 2009 10:26
Welp, professional exterminators are coming today to hose down some of the buildings in this complex, so I guess I haven't been the only one suffering. Everett got on a tear on the phone yesterday about how I should have asked what chemicals they're using and what they'll do to me, since I had to go in this morning to sign off on them spraying the place this afternoon. I did such, and while the office lady didn't seem to know much, from the looks of things they're mostly going to be using Borid, which has something to do with boric acid, which I gather isn't that harmful to humans--although, horror of horrors, I have to worry about testicular atrophy if I'm exposed to it long-term. My poor testicles! Supposedly they have already sprayed around the OUTSIDE of the apartments to secure it against rats, but I ask you how that's supposed to work if the rat is already INSIDE my apartment...she went on about how "it's not actually THERE so this should secure the place blah blah blah," which I kind of think is bullshit, but I guess it's standard procedure and I don't really know what else to do. At this point I'm just like PLEASE LET ME LEAVE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
I'm taking off to the valley tonight after work to fully enjoy my free Friday courtesy of Bonnie, bless her grad-student heart. Met with her yesterday to talk about my final paper, as she'd scheduled meetings with everyone to make up for the two free days--I ran into E.Chan on the way there, he hadn't been able to find her office and got there fifteen minutes late to his meeting, haha. But that went well and I didn't make a fool of myself like I usually do with professors, so I feel positive about the whole thing. That means I do have to write up my prospectus before Monday, which will take some fiddling, but it will be interesting to write at the very least.
Jesus Christ on a polo pony, Fanime starts in, what, a week? Yike. Gotta dig through Jessica's garage to look for my Ginko shirt to fix up since I don't have time to sew anything new...
busy,
class,
my poor testicles,
end of the quarter