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phthalombrageToday I did what was unanimously called the "worst job ever" by my coworkers in the matsci office.
They've never stirred the pizza sauce with their arms, have they?
Anyway, I moved every last shelf in the professor, staff and postdoc mailbox areas because jeanna wanted more space for faculty and staff (some postdocs used to have their mailboxes in the faculty/staff unit) and then wanted more empty postdoc/visiting researcher boxes. I shifted all the tags and mail in the grad student mailboxes, moving 4 to visiting researcher status, deleting three who left, and adding five without boxes from the first shift and one former senior staying on for a master's. Then I moved all but maybe fifteen of the undergrad mailboxes and inserted as many new smaller-width shelves as we had for the new sophomores (I now have a mailbox!). It's really not fun, because the shelves have a tendency to make themselves crooked and not want to slide into the little metal slots.
But I still managed to do an assload of other work in the five hours I was in the office.
Second day of 211, first day of actual lecture. Kesden jumps up and down and makes hand gestures and tells us strange personal stories. I feel like the mse profs I've met are too grown up for that. Anyway, I have perused my hilariously arranged notes for the class, and am thoroughly scared. Last semester wiped me clean of any shred of confidence I might have going into any further classes at this school. Listening to the high school boys (we have a small infestation of prekies in 211) puff up their chests about the AP tests they have taken makes me want to bang my head on the desk and tell them they don't get it; this is cmu, and it wants your blood. At least it means I am in no danger of becoming a pedophile. Yay...
Smashed ants smell like fruit or nail polish or something inexplicable and fumey and probably intoxicating. (Ants live in my room since the absent? Justine has her door wide open to the porch all day long, and they get that way if they are too close to me)
I went grocery shopping with mal. I bought an eggplant, some bread and cheese, and random things I can eat at work with or instead of sandwiches, now that I have a lunch break, among other less interesting things. Mallory bought yogurts and peaches and ramen and diet cherry coke and other things she can eat if she doesn't want to go to schatz.
I am so unmotivated to do anything but use the internet after I get home. I should fix that.
They've never stirred the pizza sauce with their arms, have they?
Anyway, I moved every last shelf in the professor, staff and postdoc mailbox areas because jeanna wanted more space for faculty and staff (some postdocs used to have their mailboxes in the faculty/staff unit) and then wanted more empty postdoc/visiting researcher boxes. I shifted all the tags and mail in the grad student mailboxes, moving 4 to visiting researcher status, deleting three who left, and adding five without boxes from the first shift and one former senior staying on for a master's. Then I moved all but maybe fifteen of the undergrad mailboxes and inserted as many new smaller-width shelves as we had for the new sophomores (I now have a mailbox!). It's really not fun, because the shelves have a tendency to make themselves crooked and not want to slide into the little metal slots.
But I still managed to do an assload of other work in the five hours I was in the office.
Second day of 211, first day of actual lecture. Kesden jumps up and down and makes hand gestures and tells us strange personal stories. I feel like the mse profs I've met are too grown up for that. Anyway, I have perused my hilariously arranged notes for the class, and am thoroughly scared. Last semester wiped me clean of any shred of confidence I might have going into any further classes at this school. Listening to the high school boys (we have a small infestation of prekies in 211) puff up their chests about the AP tests they have taken makes me want to bang my head on the desk and tell them they don't get it; this is cmu, and it wants your blood. At least it means I am in no danger of becoming a pedophile. Yay...
Smashed ants smell like fruit or nail polish or something inexplicable and fumey and probably intoxicating. (Ants live in my room since the absent? Justine has her door wide open to the porch all day long, and they get that way if they are too close to me)
I went grocery shopping with mal. I bought an eggplant, some bread and cheese, and random things I can eat at work with or instead of sandwiches, now that I have a lunch break, among other less interesting things. Mallory bought yogurts and peaches and ramen and diet cherry coke and other things she can eat if she doesn't want to go to schatz.
I am so unmotivated to do anything but use the internet after I get home. I should fix that.
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Date: 2008-07-02 04:09 am (UTC)And I feel like anything that doesn't involve vomit or diarrhea deserves to be called "the worst job ever".
And just wait until Kesden starts talking about guns. Or being an exam-nazi.
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Date: 2008-07-02 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-02 11:25 am (UTC)And as for Kesden, he is 3 years old. Ask him and he will tell you.