And so did my instructors!

Spring semester has finally come to an end, which is amazing considering just a month ago I was pretty well convinced that this damnable term would NEVER end.

Now, I've only to wait for the grades. No, I'm not making predictions, either. Just have to wait and see.

OK, so it's not only the we-wewease of "Life of Bwian"....errrrmmmhmmm, "BRIAN", but Eric Idle gives us this catchy little serenade to the FCC.

Well, I think I finally solved Georges' problem. In case I've failed to announce it, I've got two new Betta fish: Georges and Fernando. I put them in separate aquariums (because they're territorial fish and would tear each other apart if they were together). Georges stayed in the living room and Fernando went on the shelf by my bed.

Fernando settled in nicely and developed a voracious appetite. Georges stopped eating the bio gold pellets. I finally got a brain wave and got out the new packet of bio gold and Georges was more interested in that (the other packet of food had been a play toy of Simon's...evidently Georges didn't appreciate the smell of cat on his fishie kibble...even though it didn't bother Fernando in the least).

Then, I read that male Bettas like to have their aquariums near each other so they can see each other. Even though they puff out and challenge each other to fights, they like the company. So I brought Fernando's tank out and set it next to Georges'...and they couldn't be happier! They puff out at each other all the time, but Georges has his appetite back, big time!

Funny how little things like that make such a difference.

with a "client"

Her: I was supposed to send you my form by April 30. I put it in the mail over the weekend.

Me: So, you mailed it on May 1st or 2nd then...

Her: No, I mailed it over the weekend.

Me: The weekend was May 1st and 2nd. Never mind that. I'll just make a note in the file that you've mailed your form back.

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(the next day...)

Her: I mailed my form back, and I want to roll over my money but I don't have an institution!

Me: Well, since your deadline was April 30 (and it was now May 4), you need to get that information to us TODAY.

Her: OK, I'm going to a bank today. Is it okay if I fax the form to you?

Me: (wondering how she'll do that considering she's already mailed it) Sure. Just make sure we have that information ASAP.

Her: So things are "OK" then?

Me: Yes. I'll make a note in your file.

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(later that afternoon I get the fax. It's got the rollover institution information...on the form...the form that is allegedly in the mail to me. I decide to give the benefit of the doubt and assume she kept a copy of the form and wrote the information on her copy and faxed it to me.)

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(next day, late morning)

Her: I faxed the form to you yesterday, did you get it?

Me: Yes I did.

Her: And the original is in the mail.

Me: (because I am that much of a bitch and I just couldn't resist) And when did you mail the form to us?

Her: Uhhhhhhhhhhh Monday or Tuesday?

Me: OK, bye then!
(after I hang up I sing "liar liar pants on fire!")

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(today--Thursday)

The form (the original form) arrives in today's post...with the rollover institution information and everything. I check the post mark on the envelope. She mailed it yesterday (Wednesday). She likely thinks she really pulled the wool over my eyes, too.

Amusing....

I like my speech instructor well enough except for a few nigglies:

   * by his own admission he's half-deaf and his mind wanders during our speeches
   * because of the above, he always interrupts us while we speak
   * he listens to what he's going to say instead of what we're saying...especially when he disagrees with our viewpoint.

This last point was really brought out in my speech on Tuesday. I got to a point where I was saying that youths...especially Hispanic and Asian youth (18-24) were severely under-represented at the voting booth, yet the "old white guys" get off their butts and vote (70% of those in that group who are eligible to vote do so). And I was saying that we have a culture that whines and moans about the "old white guys" running the country, but look who's voting vs. who is not.

So he twists that and decides I've made an ageist/racist slur against old white guys (which he was still moaning about today. Feh! So the speech got high praise and panned all within five minutes.

And don't even get me started on the statistics instructor!

I just want this flippin' term to END!!!

Grrrrrr! As Luna is my witness, as soon as this never-ending school term is over, I'm going to empty out about 60% of this apartment! BAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Well, today was an absolutely nothing day. I feel like the old car...keep turning over the crank but just can't get it going.

Part of it is down to school. I'm beginning to feel like this semester is never going to end. The calendar says it's supposed to in two or three weeks, but I'm not so sure. If it's true it will be such a relief to be done with statistics and speech.

I managed to rebound on the statistics exam from the 80 on exam #2 to a 94 on the last one, so I'm feeling a bit better there.

As far as speech, I need to get a few more of them together and done. I think he wants 6 for a "decent" grade and I've done 4 (almost everyone else in the class have done 3 or fewer...two or three of us have done 4 and one guy has done 5). He also wants me to do "issues". The thing is, everything about my life for the last 12 weeks or so has been an "issue" or an argument of some kind, so I have no energy left for Iraq or the economy or women's reproductive rights or gay marriage or...or...or... Anyway, I might get an A on only six speeches because I'm one of maybe two or three in the class that have done speeches that have impressed him so much he wanted a printed copy for his files.

So today was mostly about reading the newspapers and taking naps with the furkids. I keep looking at the portrait I painted of Billie yesterday in class and now I know what it is I need to fix but I just don't have the energy to deal with it. Especially when I need to work on those speeches.

Splah.