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Bah. I'm at work and originally intended to work on Nina's paper here. I got handed first a trip to the post office (half an hour ~ 40 mins), then a compilation project where I have to label each item numerically and then compile them for mailing. Tedious and time consuming.
A couple of European tourists walked into the office and proclaimed that they were interested in art history, and wondered which of the buildings on our street a certain artist had lived in. We're clueless, so they ask us where they can go to find out. We sent them upstairs because they clearly weren't leaving without an answer, and they asked,"So, how do you get upstairs?"
Because somehow they missed the massive staircase at the entrance of the hallway.
Stupid tourists. You make me laugh in mockery.
Also, am I the only person in the world who uses the internet to locate the RIGHT phone number for a given department? This is NOT Admissions, people!
A couple of European tourists walked into the office and proclaimed that they were interested in art history, and wondered which of the buildings on our street a certain artist had lived in. We're clueless, so they ask us where they can go to find out. We sent them upstairs because they clearly weren't leaving without an answer, and they asked,"So, how do you get upstairs?"
Because somehow they missed the massive staircase at the entrance of the hallway.
Stupid tourists. You make me laugh in mockery.
Also, am I the only person in the world who uses the internet to locate the RIGHT phone number for a given department? This is NOT Admissions, people!