Abolognese
So I haven't been keeping track of things happening around me because... I really don't have a valid excuse, I guess I just haven't been bothered writing them down as usual and therefore I forget them. Anyway, I do have three things to rant about:
My timetable's shit. Let's put it this way: I have a week's worth of lectures on Monday and after that nothing else. To be more precise, I've got 7 hours on Monday, 1 hour on Tuesday (starting at 4pm), nothing on Wednesday, 2 hours on Thursday (starting 9am) and 1 hour on Friday (starting at 4pm). Although it looks cool because basically I don't do anything for four days, that means that the day in which I do have to go to stuff is hectic--to say the least. I barely made it through the last two Mondays and that's skipping some practicals I didn't have to go to. I wonder what the timetableing genius was thinking when he came up with this... oh well. I guess Bob Geldof was right: I Don't Like Mondays!
I was at the Finance Office sorting some things out. When I came in I wasn't sure if the girl in front of me was waiting to be attended or if she had already been dealt with by the receptionist and was waiting for another person. So I'm about to ask her and this other girl comes along and just walks up to the receptionist and starts doing her business (that's right, without asking or anything). The first girl sign-languages me to kick her out, but I really can't be bothered--after all how long can it take, right? I'm not in a hurry, I can wait and maybe she can't. Well, bloody hell, those were perhaps the most torturous 30 minutes ever. She barely spoke English and apparently she didn't know how to work a chequebook either. I wanted to stab her in the head with my keys! And that, my friends, is why you shouldn't be nice to anyone... especially non-English speaking people.
Is there anything more annoying than walking to the sound of high heels? Not if you've ever experienced it. One pair is bad enough, but when there are more than three it's just ridiculous. I was walking to the Haymarket Metro station from Northumberland Street and all these women were ahead of me (probably worked in the same place as they were dressed the same) and they were all wearing high bloody heels! It was almost as if every time that heel hit the cement it was in reality hitting me on the head. There was a point where I even considered stopping and going into a shop for a while just to get that noise out of my ears. But I soldiered on and as a result of that I made it to my destination on time... and I am psychologically disturbed by high heels.
My timetable's shit. Let's put it this way: I have a week's worth of lectures on Monday and after that nothing else. To be more precise, I've got 7 hours on Monday, 1 hour on Tuesday (starting at 4pm), nothing on Wednesday, 2 hours on Thursday (starting 9am) and 1 hour on Friday (starting at 4pm). Although it looks cool because basically I don't do anything for four days, that means that the day in which I do have to go to stuff is hectic--to say the least. I barely made it through the last two Mondays and that's skipping some practicals I didn't have to go to. I wonder what the timetableing genius was thinking when he came up with this... oh well. I guess Bob Geldof was right: I Don't Like Mondays!
I was at the Finance Office sorting some things out. When I came in I wasn't sure if the girl in front of me was waiting to be attended or if she had already been dealt with by the receptionist and was waiting for another person. So I'm about to ask her and this other girl comes along and just walks up to the receptionist and starts doing her business (that's right, without asking or anything). The first girl sign-languages me to kick her out, but I really can't be bothered--after all how long can it take, right? I'm not in a hurry, I can wait and maybe she can't. Well, bloody hell, those were perhaps the most torturous 30 minutes ever. She barely spoke English and apparently she didn't know how to work a chequebook either. I wanted to stab her in the head with my keys! And that, my friends, is why you shouldn't be nice to anyone... especially non-English speaking people.
Is there anything more annoying than walking to the sound of high heels? Not if you've ever experienced it. One pair is bad enough, but when there are more than three it's just ridiculous. I was walking to the Haymarket Metro station from Northumberland Street and all these women were ahead of me (probably worked in the same place as they were dressed the same) and they were all wearing high bloody heels! It was almost as if every time that heel hit the cement it was in reality hitting me on the head. There was a point where I even considered stopping and going into a shop for a while just to get that noise out of my ears. But I soldiered on and as a result of that I made it to my destination on time... and I am psychologically disturbed by high heels.
posted by Jimmie | 2:24 PM
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