uncommonly irritating application
this evening, i was in the media lab working on counterpoint. by 6:15 I had been there for about 3 hours, writing and editing articles and doing layout and chasing down articles and bitching at my staff for not volunteering to write any articles and thus making me and Bonnie write the entire paper, again. (i feel kind of bad about that now...in the email request i sent today i kind of chastised them and then i got like 10 responses for the 2 articles that i needed...)
anyways, the point of my story is that mr. taffee came in at 6:15, wearing his neon biking vest, to chase me out. since he knew that I had spent my entire afternoon there, he said, "ms fitzgerald, you need to get a life"
so, what exactly does he think casti students do when they go home in the evening? throw our books on the floor and go to frat parties at stanford?
grrrrrr. i was already bitter enough at having lost my wednesday afternoons without him rubbing it in my face.
anyways, the point of my story is that mr. taffee came in at 6:15, wearing his neon biking vest, to chase me out. since he knew that I had spent my entire afternoon there, he said, "ms fitzgerald, you need to get a life"
so, what exactly does he think casti students do when they go home in the evening? throw our books on the floor and go to frat parties at stanford?
grrrrrr. i was already bitter enough at having lost my wednesday afternoons without him rubbing it in my face.