you know, we’ve gone over this before. there are just certain things you do not do at the company coffee corner. this isn’t even about leaving the cream on the counter to spoil so that i get a nice batch of cottage cheese-like moo juice floating in my otherwise perfect cup of coffee. this is about those wretches, you know who they are, who don’t make another pot.
not one, but both, coffee pots were empty when i just went over to fetch my required second cup of joe. whoever left them that way wasn’t even repentant enough to put them back in place to pretent like there was something in them. no! they were sitting on the counter, lids perched atop the carafes, screaming “i just drank the last cup of coffed you have to make more you big LOSER!” grr.
i mean, really. is it really that very difficult to scoop some grounds, fill a resevoir and press an “on” button? no, i don’t think so. this obviously means i work with the lowest form of humans. i’m really quite disappointed in them. especially from that particular coffee centre. they’re known for being the most anal and precise bunch on this floor.
what really gets me is that, when i finally remember to go back and get some of that coffee i just made, i will probably miss my window of opportunity and only have the dregs after their gang swarms upon the fresh java during their regularly-scheduled ten a.m. coffee break. bastards.
yippee! it’s done! my school year is finally finished! no homework for almost three months! yahoo!
steve & i received a lovely 100% on our assignment. i cannot tell you what a relief that is to me. it’s huge. huge, i tell you! i’ll give colleen a couple of days to mark the exam before i bug her about what i got on that, but i feel pretty good about it (which is usually a bad sign). it was really hard and it seriously taxed my brain. we all walked out of class with fierce eyes and a slight shuffle to our steps. despite the difficulty, i think i caught most of her notorious tricks and even managed to do a half-decent job of the program we had to write. you can ask me next week if my impressions were correct.
then we went to the cactus club and had a round of shooters followed my many fancy drinks in conical glasses. our waiter congratulated us on a final exam well written. we laughed a lot, told some bad jokes, played the “how old are you?” game (yay! i still look 25!), confessed first impressions and then i raced shane home accross the bridge all the while convinced i was going to get pulled over and breathalyzed.
stop looking at me like that. i wasn’t drunk, but i may not have been legal. oops.
it’s one a.m. and i’m wired for sound. i don’t know if i just stay up now or go to bed and be a miserable cow all day tomorrow. “moooo.” yeah, that’s what i think too.
goodnight, everyone! happy dreams! *kisskiss*
eek! here i go… wish me lots of final exam luck!
so close now!
i was up until just after midnight formatting, commenting and bug-checking our code (and chatting with the still-yummy jim and prevailing upon my saviour, dor, for logic help). i’ve now handed it over to steve for him to document a couple of his procedures i didn’t want to get wrong, then it will come back to me for final proofreading and printing. shit. i should get working on the structure chart now and hope that steve doesn’t change too much.
my boy is in the possession of a ticket which will bring him to me in less than one week’s time. if i wasn’t so stressed about school, i’d be really excited. all emotion, save scholastic determination, is on hold until ten p.m. tonight. that’s when the margeritas start to flow and this heather gets to finally relax. of course, once that’s over i have to turn my work ethic on cleaning my apartment to “comany’s coming” standards. ugh. that just might kill me.
mom phoned last night and she’s sending me the money to buy myself the new harry potter book for my birthday. yay! i’m going to pick that up tomorrow on my way home from work. i also told her i want cake when i finally get over to the island. “cake. with my name on it. and candles.” i said. she laughed. i repeated my request. “okay,” she replied, “you’ll get your cake! with a candle for every year. just don’t blame me for the inferno.” har-har. thanks, mom.
speaking of birthdays, go wish scoot a great one.
1. If you’re too open-minded, your brains will fall out.
2. Don’t worry about what people think, they don’t do it very often.
3. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you’ve never tried before.
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.
14. Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it!
15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Junk is something you’ve kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.
20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
23. Thou shall not weigh more than thy refrigerator.
24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.
25. It ain’t the jeans that make your butt look fat.
steve’s working on the last procedure then it’s final debugging, commenting and producing the supplemental documentation. then i can concentrate a little on studying for the exam (which is freaking me out, so i’m trying not to think about it at all actually).
i can’t wait until i have other things besides schoolwork to talk about.
update: ugh. it breaks in a dozen annoying ways. grr. this is going to be painful.
it was a lovely, busy, stressful, productive, headachy first day of summer. i didn’t get up in time to accomplish jim’s homework assignment, but i did go to school to meet up with steve, shane and sheila to work on the homework which took precidence. we got a lot accomplished, steve & i. it’s just a matter of cleaning up some loose ends between now and tuesday and we should be good to go. i’m really pleased with how this is coming together. of course, that means i still have to spend the rest of my day coding, but oh well.
after drinking three pints of beer in rapid succession before dinner, i was talking to dean about the course and stuff. at one point he asked, “so, you wrote a program? from scratch?” i started to blow it off like it was no big deal, but i kind of paused and thought “whoa. i wrote a computer program. from scratch! that’s a real accomplishment!” it dawned on me that i now have the skill to do something that other people can’t even comprehend. it felt very empowering. or maybe it was the beer.
then we ate turkey and i got very sleepy, but that didn’t stop me from winning three out of six hands of yahtzee!
i accomplished two of three major tasks for our assignment last night. i was really quite pleased with myself. i’m also doing very well at taking a deep, calming breath when my inner control freak starts to worry about what what steve might do to fuck things up. i have to just let it happen and deal with what comes. *deep calming breath*
we’re also planning major drinkage after the exam tuesday night. i think i’ll forsake booking time off monday or tuesday for studying and come in at noon wednesday with my hangover instead. that will be much fun. the drinking part, not the coming to work overhung part.
i had a nice cup of Relaxing Tea before i went to bed last night. among other things, it contains: catnip, skullcap and valerian root. i can’t believe i drank catnip. although, if it produces as consistently sound and restful sleep as i experienced last night, walter may be fighting me for his nip when i go visit. i totally crashed. of course, i was brain-tired so it could just have been that which knocked me out as soon as my head hit the pillow. plus, i’ve been running a sleep deficit of approximately one hour per night. at this rate i’m going to have to spend my entire week off asleep just to catch up.
p.s. you big whiners. the plan was my plan of attack for this assignment. sheesh.
i wrote the plan last night.
the plan shall be implemented. the plan shall be followed without deviation. the plan is foolproof and ingenius. the plan shall be our salvation.
hm, i think i need to go pee.
aww, they got me flowers!
going straight to school after work yesterday was great for my mood but horrible for my system. i can’t express how glad i am to have made such great acquaintances during this term. steve and shane are awesome fun and they’ve been a life-saver for me during this course. i’m almost sad next week is the exam which marks the end of my association with pascal.
just a warning, i’m going to be pascal-girl for the next week. we still have our huge project due and now that half our group is gone, steve and i have a lot to get accomplished in the next six days. in addition, i’ve got to study my ass off for the final. regardless of your grades on assignments and quizzes, if you fail the exam you fail the course. gah. on top of that pressure, i only got 80% on assignment #4 and i’m totally stressed out that i acheive my baseline of 93% for the course. i’ll be so upset with myself if i fall below that.
welcome to my week of no life.
well, that starts after lunch today. because one of my birthday buddies is going away for two weeks starting friday and i’m going away the week of my birthday, we’re having a birthday lunch today for the two of us. so i dressed up a little (my shoes have a heel and my shirt needed to be ironed) and now everyone is all up on my appearance again. i just don’t get it. these people need more things to talk about, obviously.
and just like that i hate everything.
yeah, don’t ask how i slept. i didn’t, really. annoying neighbours, hot room, late sunset. ugh. i can’t wait. only a week until the days start getting shorter! oh stop looking at me like that. if you had a west-facing window you’d say the same thing.
i want to have dave matthews’ babies.
and just to flesh things out a bit, this-or-that:
1. Newspapers or magazines? neither, but if i had to choose, newspapers. magazines piss me off. $5-$8 for the priviledge of being your advertising victim? yeah, i don’t think so.
2. Books-on-tape or regular books? i think if i ever start going for long walks again, books on tape will be my salvation, but they will never replace real books.
3. Paperback or hardcover? in order of prestige: hardcover, trade paperback, pocketbook. i think i prefer trade paperbacks.
4. Fiction or non-fiction? fiction. it takes some really interesting non-fiction to capture me. although, i read a florence nightingale biography in grade school and i still remember parts of it (and wish i could find it again).
5. Sci-Fi/Fantasy or romance novels? sci-fi/fantasy, baby.
6. Borrow from library or buy books (either new or used)? i mostly buy my books and then give them away to charitable organizations. i just hate the time restrictions on library books. i always feel too much pressure and end up losing some of the enjoyment of reading the book i withdrew.
7. Subscribe to magazines or buy on newsstand? neither. magazines are the devil.
8. Current best-sellers or classic literature? it’s all about the classics.
9. Read books once, or re-read favorites every so often? both. some books are a one-of, but there are a couple books i have that i’ve read multiple times. there’s one book in particular i read almost every year.
10. Here in the U.S., we have two hot best-sellers… former First Lady Hillary Clinton’s memoirs, and the new Harry Potter book (coming out June 21). If you had to read one, which one… Hillary or Harry? Why? harry, of course. i couldn’t give a rat’s ass about hillary.
the oakenfold remix of the dave matthews band’s “when the world ends” from the matrix: reloaded soundtrack is five minutes and twenty-six seconds of pure, raw, sex.
get it. now.
*pant*
i can barely keep my eyes open this morning. i really wish i could have called in “i hate my job”. oh well, i can sleep when i’m dead, right?
cute boy from class (subsequently referred to by his given name of shane) wants to go play pool. this is a good thing. i don’t have anyone in town to go shoot pool with. i’m totally out of practice and it will be good to get my skills up again. he’s a good kid and should be fun to hang with. plus, he lives on the north shore! i hate going over-town to do things (as people like derrick and col know all too well). i’m going to try to get some rest tonight and then maybe we’ll talk about going on wednesday. whee! pool! i’m giddy!
in other boy-related news, mine is only two weeks from being here, live and in person. of course, that means i need to do some serious house cleaning between now and then. i’ve been good at keeping things tidy, but i’ve left some distasteful chores to go to seed. i’m a bad, lazy girl. my goal is to accomplish one task every day between now and then. that way i, hopefully, won’t get overwhelmed and decide to sit in the middle of my floor and cry.
you know, i keep thinking about how great my weekend was. i got to hang out with most of my favourite people and do a lot of my favourite things. how much better can that be? yeah, so i’m tired and i had to stop at the 24-hour supervalu to buy something for lunch today because i didn’t have time to do any cooking (which isn’t such a big deal because i ate so fucking much yesterday *bloat*), it was totally worth it. i had a fantabulous time! makes me want to do it again, but this time i want someone at home to do all the distateful chores i won’t have time for.
wow, this weekend has been busy.
a stressful friday night, followed by an early saturday morning and afternoon spent at school with the boyz, followed by a late saturday night with m&m&d eating barbeque and playing cards and yahtzee, followed by an early sunday morning to take my dad out for a daddy’s day breakfast, followed by a brilliant afternoon eating far too much thai food, walking around the quay taking pictures and watching the italian job with karen.
now i’m back home in my 28 degree apartment, doing the week’s worth of dishes and laundry which have accumulated during my whirlwind week.
i need another day off, please!
p.s. there was this guy sitting right in front of me in the theatre wearing obsession for men. it drove me crazy! i was tempted, more than once, just to lean forward and lick his neck. yum. again, if you want to get me where i live, wear that cologne. i will become your slave.
having recently been enlightened that great big sea is coming to play soon, i got all excited and went to their site to find out when and where (june 29th, malkin bowl, stanley park). “ooh!” i thought, “stanley park! that’d kick ass!” so i proceeded to ticketmaster to a) see if there were tickets left (seems to be, yes) and, b) find out how much they were ($37.50 + $11 service charges). “yay!” i thought, “i can go see them again! i had so much fun last year!”
then i got to thinking some more. $100 for two tickets to see a band i’ve already seen in an outdoor venue with general seating and leaving myself victim to the notoriously unpredictable vancouver weather…
excepting the fact that i don’t have a hundred bucks to spare this summer, i don’t think i want to go see them again. i’ve seen them and i had a fantabulous time, but it’s been done. i don’t feel a real compulsion to do it again.
now if the dave mathews band wasn’t playing at gm place and rem at thunderbird stadium… why can’t all the the bands i want to see play at nice, intimate venues just the way i like it?
i totally forgot what i was going to type here.
i love coffee. sweet and creamy coffee. hot or cold, doesn’t matter. coffee is all that is right with the world.
today is über-cute day. if i thought i was cute yesterday, i’m freaking hot today. of course, if you know me, that’s not really saying much, but it does wonders for my attitude. too bad the boy’s not around for me to inflict this killer cuteness upon. i’ll just have to try and save it up for when he gets here.
i managed to get the entire union executive concerned about me last night which resulted in a phone call from the secretary-treasurer to assess and allay my concerns. during that conversation i realized that i wield power. i’ve never had that sensation before. i’m powerful in the context of my position within the union. *flex* i like it.
the elevator here at work talks. “ground floor. ground floor. have a nice day.” it was cute at first, but you know, it’s getting freaking annoying now. i understand that they’re testing the system for use in other places in the operation, but we have no visually impaired people here, turn the damn thing off, it’s driving us insane. plus, it only wishes you a nice day on the way down. don’t you think we need a little well-wishing on our way to work instead of on our way home? we’re already excited to leave, why not boost our sagging spirits as we trudge into this big beige box in the morning?