it was the day that never ended
most of the stuff was written in notepad the day it happened, Wednesday, and everything after that day involves a lot more cursing
You gotta love those wonderful Wednesday mornings when you can barely open you eyes, have nothing remotely presentable to wear in 85 degree heat and almost miss your train. Which continued into the most boring physics class in history. I couldn't understand a single thing he was rambling on about and I was nodding off every so often. Everyone else was yawning and I doubt that most people were actually paying attention. There was this one problem which seriously upset this one girl. It was one of those 'give me a break' moments. Our teacher is explaining something and she interrupts him to ask about a different way of doing it since we kept on getting the wrong answer. So the teacher told her, 'hold on a second, let me see what I did wrong here and we will get to that (meaning what she was talking about) in a bit'. The girl, who was obviously PMSing, screams at him 'fine! do it your way!' and just leaves the classroom. The teacher laughs half nervously then says. 'I was going to do it her way later, I needed to see if we made a mistake here first. I never don't answer your questions, I always answer your questions.' (or something to that effect.) I felt so sorry for him because he's this middle-aged little man who obviously doesn’t know how to deal with/doesn’t understand PMS. But that problem caused us problems! We spent roughly an hour on it trying to figure out why this wasn't working or what was going on. This one kid suggested using another equation and the teacher explained how it was calculus and too difficult for us/this level of physics. Later on that day in lab he showed up to hand out copies of how the problem was worked using calculus! My friend and I joked that 'the physics problem is haunting us!' It was humorous. But too many people were taking the problem way too seriously. It was just a stupid physics problem! Oy. Overachievers.
Then in lab me and my usual lab partner ended up having to work with these two guys because there wasn't enough equipment. Now, these are the guys that always stay after to ask questions (perfect example was the problem from today's lecture), are the last ones to finish the test, and the last ones out of lab. I am not knocking them for doing things their own way because if it gets them the grades then all the more power to them. And they are pretty funny and nice guys and all but it's just a bit too much in my opinion. My lab partner and I are usually the first ones out of lab and because we ended up working with those two we were the last ones out! I missed my train and had to wait for the next one which pissed me off. Both of us were mad actually.
Also, it was horrifically hot outside today. I was dying and couldn't wait to get home, crawl into bed, then go online and peruse LJ for awhile. Little did I know what awaited me. We had a technician come in to fix our cable box and he ended up fucking up our internet! (Both are comcast cable) You should've seen me start up! I stormed to the kitchen and began yelling that I was going to rip the throat of the guy who fucked with my internet (using a little bit less colorful language). Nobody messes with my internet and gets away with it! I forced my mom to call comcast and complain. One of the operators said that the guy hasn’t even filed anything to confirm that he was there and he doesn’t get back until 6pm so there was nothing they could do. So my mom asked to be transferred to a supervisor who said there was nothing they could do about it because that guy was in charge of the tv and not the internet part of comcast. I am burning with anger at this point. Not only did I want to waste time online but I was planning on starting my termpaper for Physics tonight! So I'm yelling at my mom, she's yelling at me, we call my dad and both yell at him (obviously for no reason since he was not to blame in any of this) and he gets mad at us. It was worse than having all the females of the house menstruating!
So we were forced to install AOL on our old computer so I could do my physics. I had more than half of my paper written and all the sites favorited and everything. Things were beginning to look up. So the tech came back today to fix our internet. He did it, I was happy, then we asked him to fix our old (1996 dinosaur with only 6 kbs) computer so it would have comcast internet on it too (it worked in our old house but it wouldn't work here.) He began fiddling around with it, had to shut it down several times and froze it a few times too! I was getting madder and madder. So he decided that we needed a new router cable. He went to get it, attempted installing it and the fucking computer shut down right in the fucking middle of it!!! He tried restarting it but CPU would even start! The monitor turned on but nothing else! I had half my fucking paper on that fucking computer!!!! Do you know how long I spent on that stupid fucking thing?!?! Looking everywhere I could for the exact sources and writing things down in my own words and making it sound fucking readable?!?! And I was going to finish the stupid fucking paper today so I could have the rest of the weekend to start my fucking lab paper and study for my test!!! So since I can't get to my first half of the paper I can't finish it!! I would start it over but I spent 6 hours just researching and doing half of it!
He was pretty frantic himself because he knew he would be blamed for all of this. He began calling all his co-workers and supervisors asking them what to do. Nothing they said helped because the computer just wouldn't start. If it wasn't for the law and prison I would have driven into the city, bought a gun and shot him then driven to comcast headquarters and begin a bloody massacre!!!! He said that he was going to come back on sunday with a supervisor, and I am telling you, if they do not at least make the fucking computer turn on then I will not be held responsible for what I will fucking do!!!
You gotta love those wonderful Wednesday mornings when you can barely open you eyes, have nothing remotely presentable to wear in 85 degree heat and almost miss your train. Which continued into the most boring physics class in history. I couldn't understand a single thing he was rambling on about and I was nodding off every so often. Everyone else was yawning and I doubt that most people were actually paying attention. There was this one problem which seriously upset this one girl. It was one of those 'give me a break' moments. Our teacher is explaining something and she interrupts him to ask about a different way of doing it since we kept on getting the wrong answer. So the teacher told her, 'hold on a second, let me see what I did wrong here and we will get to that (meaning what she was talking about) in a bit'. The girl, who was obviously PMSing, screams at him 'fine! do it your way!' and just leaves the classroom. The teacher laughs half nervously then says. 'I was going to do it her way later, I needed to see if we made a mistake here first. I never don't answer your questions, I always answer your questions.' (or something to that effect.) I felt so sorry for him because he's this middle-aged little man who obviously doesn’t know how to deal with/doesn’t understand PMS. But that problem caused us problems! We spent roughly an hour on it trying to figure out why this wasn't working or what was going on. This one kid suggested using another equation and the teacher explained how it was calculus and too difficult for us/this level of physics. Later on that day in lab he showed up to hand out copies of how the problem was worked using calculus! My friend and I joked that 'the physics problem is haunting us!' It was humorous. But too many people were taking the problem way too seriously. It was just a stupid physics problem! Oy. Overachievers.
Then in lab me and my usual lab partner ended up having to work with these two guys because there wasn't enough equipment. Now, these are the guys that always stay after to ask questions (perfect example was the problem from today's lecture), are the last ones to finish the test, and the last ones out of lab. I am not knocking them for doing things their own way because if it gets them the grades then all the more power to them. And they are pretty funny and nice guys and all but it's just a bit too much in my opinion. My lab partner and I are usually the first ones out of lab and because we ended up working with those two we were the last ones out! I missed my train and had to wait for the next one which pissed me off. Both of us were mad actually.
Also, it was horrifically hot outside today. I was dying and couldn't wait to get home, crawl into bed, then go online and peruse LJ for awhile. Little did I know what awaited me. We had a technician come in to fix our cable box and he ended up fucking up our internet! (Both are comcast cable) You should've seen me start up! I stormed to the kitchen and began yelling that I was going to rip the throat of the guy who fucked with my internet (using a little bit less colorful language). Nobody messes with my internet and gets away with it! I forced my mom to call comcast and complain. One of the operators said that the guy hasn’t even filed anything to confirm that he was there and he doesn’t get back until 6pm so there was nothing they could do. So my mom asked to be transferred to a supervisor who said there was nothing they could do about it because that guy was in charge of the tv and not the internet part of comcast. I am burning with anger at this point. Not only did I want to waste time online but I was planning on starting my termpaper for Physics tonight! So I'm yelling at my mom, she's yelling at me, we call my dad and both yell at him (obviously for no reason since he was not to blame in any of this) and he gets mad at us. It was worse than having all the females of the house menstruating!
So we were forced to install AOL on our old computer so I could do my physics. I had more than half of my paper written and all the sites favorited and everything. Things were beginning to look up. So the tech came back today to fix our internet. He did it, I was happy, then we asked him to fix our old (1996 dinosaur with only 6 kbs) computer so it would have comcast internet on it too (it worked in our old house but it wouldn't work here.) He began fiddling around with it, had to shut it down several times and froze it a few times too! I was getting madder and madder. So he decided that we needed a new router cable. He went to get it, attempted installing it and the fucking computer shut down right in the fucking middle of it!!! He tried restarting it but CPU would even start! The monitor turned on but nothing else! I had half my fucking paper on that fucking computer!!!! Do you know how long I spent on that stupid fucking thing?!?! Looking everywhere I could for the exact sources and writing things down in my own words and making it sound fucking readable?!?! And I was going to finish the stupid fucking paper today so I could have the rest of the weekend to start my fucking lab paper and study for my test!!! So since I can't get to my first half of the paper I can't finish it!! I would start it over but I spent 6 hours just researching and doing half of it!
He was pretty frantic himself because he knew he would be blamed for all of this. He began calling all his co-workers and supervisors asking them what to do. Nothing they said helped because the computer just wouldn't start. If it wasn't for the law and prison I would have driven into the city, bought a gun and shot him then driven to comcast headquarters and begin a bloody massacre!!!! He said that he was going to come back on sunday with a supervisor, and I am telling you, if they do not at least make the fucking computer turn on then I will not be held responsible for what I will fucking do!!!