Blech! The internet was down at work, making for one hellish day at the office!
What a ****Ty day. The net was up when I first got in, just long enough for me to get an email from the friend from NH who was supposed to join me for DMB/BNL on the 30th, telling me she hydroplaned and totaled her car on Friday. She's fine, but obviously won't be coming down, so I had to tell the guy I'd pass on the tix...probably just as well, actually. It sounds like Randall's Island would be a bitch to get off after the show anyway.
I then found out that my grant at school has been taken away because I worked last summer, so they deemed me no longer worthy of that $4000. Screw you! I used that money to pay for my books, food (no meal plan any more folks...would be kind of pointless considering I'm paying boucoup bucks to have a dorm w/ a kitchen) and transportation (may I remind you of the most recent fare increase on the MetroCard?!?!?). So now I have to write a sob story to grovel for an increase on my President's Scholarship to make up some of the difference). I love how they say "well, you earned x-dollars last year, so we'll just cancel your entire grant," neglecting to notice the continued increase in the price of the dorms/other cost of living expenses). WTF?!?!?
Then, I've been given a particularly heinous job at work. I've got to add a column in a spread sheet noting an abbreviated job title for 26,000 people...Twenty-six THOUSAND!!! And w/ no internet to take a little sanity break here and there, along w/ a rather loud (exceedingly boring, I might add) two hour impromptu meeting that took place at the desk behind mine, I seriously thought I was going to freak out and just scream right there at my desk!
Anyway...enough bitching.
Thanks for the nice thoughts on Hamlet, Ellie. He was getting old, and we knew he didn't have much longer, but it was still sad. If I weren't such a dolt, I'd post a picture. Oh well.
Guess that's about it. Elph, be sure to fill us in on that music class and other fun little tidbits about NZ!
But when did New Hampshire become--Such a backward wasteland of seatbelt hating crazies?...I mean, only 40 people actually live there. The others are just visitors who come for the tax-free liquor and three inches of novelty coastline. John Hodgeman on The Daily Show (1-30-07)