Horseshoes
Written on August 13, 2008 at 8:50 pm | 5 CommentsMy official summer biology course grade is (and a drumroll please….) 81%! My professor sent out a spreadsheet that just has student numbers, original grades and changed grades. My student number was listed with 80% as the original grade and 81% as the changed one. I’m quite pleased, since it’s an A-. The class average was 75% with no scaling, whatsoever. The highest grade was 93% (stupid smart people…) and the lowest was 39%. Yes, I am that competitive that I look at what the highest grade was, what the lowest was, and where I fall in the group (#17!).
Work was stressful again today. I have twelve projects to complete in twelve days. Twelve. Freaking. Days. Do they expect me to pull a bunny rabbit out of my hoodie? Do they think I have golden horseshoes falling out of my ass? I can’t do all of this. I have 3 manuals that are on second or third drafts. I have five sales procedures that I need to get done but I can’t because I’m relying on input from others. I have ninety-three documents and spreadsheets to go over and to determine how relevant/useful it all us to compile into a manual for inventory data entry. I have a new manual to write. I have assorted other files to complete. The one completed thing I have? A one page procedural sheet that was done in thirty minutes and signed by the plant manager the next date. Ughhh. I feel like such a failure. I mean, it’s great that I got a job for the summer, but at the same time, if I look back at the work that I’ve done this summer, it just doesn’t seem like much, even though it is.
So, as it has become a normal thing for me at work, I had some cuddle time today. Of course, as luck would have it, at one point his arm was near my ear since he was standing up to hug me and I was sitting down. And then I went ‘FUCK!’ very loudly and pushed him away because his arm pressed against my ear and it just hurt so damn bad. He was very apologetic about it afterwards because he forgot about it (I certainly didn’t, especially not with that pain). He gave nicer hugs after that, taking care not to brush against my ears after that. And I got Skittles later after he went out just to buy them for me.
The first memorable conversation of the day, featuring myself, C and R:
M: You know, that’s really not an attractive look for you [C has a corndog in his mouth, and he's using his teeth to keep it in his mouth while he's opening a packet of ketchup]
R: But he’s just so used to it.
[C pulls it out of his mouth, looking insulted.]
M: And how would you know that?
R: He hasn’t told you about what happens around here when you go home, has he?
[laughter]
The second memorable conversation of the day, featuring yours truly and the Boy:
M: You’re like incapable of spending time with me.
C: What do you mean?
M: I’m running out of fingers on a hand to count the number of times that you’ve canceled or haven’t even been able to plan anything with me. Remember that time where you promised over and over again that we’d spend that Saturday together? Remember that?
C: Well I’m a busy idiot.
M: Then get unbusy, moron.
C: Did you just call me a moron?
M: Have you gone deaf too?
C: No…
M: Good. And if you poke me again with that finger, I will feed it to you and make you like it.
C: …. Okay.
M: I should get back to work. I’ll talk to you later, hun.
C: Come by later to chat, sweetheart.
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