Last night, for the first time in two years, I turned in a paper that I knew was substandard. For one thing, it was almost 500 words short of the minimum word count. Huge chunks of it were block quotes so most of the words were not mine anyway. I was tired and having trouble finding information that I could use and I wanted to watch football. So I tapped out a very brief conclusion, made a cover page and turned it in. Now I realize that I forgot the headers. Oh, well. How many more points can I lose? Is it possible for me to care less about this? I don’t think so. I’m careless.
This post is also a plea for help. If you’re a programmer, I need you – especially if you know Java. I spent my Friday night trying to modify a program so that it would continually ask for certain information. It would not work. I tried everything. Being an inventive Capricorn, I finally just modified the program so that it would do everything it was supposed to do, except for the looping part. And I actually got an A on it (although I did lose points because I’m a looping failure). My problem is that I still can’t make the loop work and the instructor didn’t answer my questions. I will ask him again (because I’m persistent) but if anyone out there has a clue they could share with me, I would be very grateful. Email me at my gmail account.
I have another Cartman that I have to train to do Cartman’s job. I will think of a nickname for her, but if she doesn’t survive the training (and that is highly possible at this point), then she won’t need a name, will she? I’ve avoided this woman from the day I started with the company. She is such a wingnut that she makes me look normal. Cartman talked all the time and she was very loud, but Cartman could shut up while you were talking to her. This woman cannot stop talking. I talked about business and she asked me if I liked grilled cheese sandwiches.* I gave her crucial information and she told me she only likes American cheese.** She interrupted me so many times on Friday that Bosshole finally rescued me – but only after she got her laughter under control. Apparently, just before I commit homicide, I get a certain look on my face. Bosshole saw it and saved a life.
I keep telling myself that I will not only get through it but that I will find something good in the situation. I’m working different hours, which completely throws off my homework schedule; I’m working with the public, which drains me emotionally because of the effort it takes to remain pleasant in the face of such willful stupidity. The stress of doing Cartman’s job, not letting my job fall behind, training someone with the attention span of a gnat, and learning a new concept that comes with its own language, is finally getting to me.
All of that led to gaining 6 lbs, turning in half of a research paper and desperately wishing I were someone else, who has a different life and a different job and a cat that doesn’t hate me.
Once I have MotorMouth (should that be her nickname?) trained, I won’t have to do Cartman’s job and I will have my work schedule back. Once I finish these two classes (and one more), I won’t have to deal with homework anymore (for a while) and I can think about getting a new job.
4 out of 5 astrologers agree that this year is going to be incredible for Capricorns. The fifth astrologer is probably a Capricorn. We’re naturally contrary.
* Yes
** I like cheddar or swiss (or both) grilled cheese sandwiches – with tomato soup
*** Prince song
As much as I would love to help you out here, you really wouldn’t want to swap with my life! The kids, the dog, the 4 cats, the rat, the flooded living room which now has no floor….oh and I had a crap day at work too – is this working? Do you feel any better? ;o)
Oh and I’m a bolshy Aries – figures! Ha!
I suddenly feel much better – thanks!
How’s this year looking for Virgos? It’s GOT to be better. dammit.
Sorry I can’t help with the java…
working with the public SUCKS hairy donkey balls – I feel ya’ there.
Oh gee… Java means coffee to me, so I’m not help. And your crack about the “astrologers” is hysterical.
On a different note: MY capricorn is friends with a couple of autistic kids whose mom has decided that BW is also autistic. Anyway, kid came home to chat about that today, and I explained to him that he wasn’t and I had it on pretty good authority. But, that he was a little oppositional. What I should have said was, “You’re a Capricorn, sweetie.”
All this to say, You are not alone. I have one just like you. Always finding a work-around. I have faith you’ll find one too for your looping problem.
Young goats have to be difficult sometimes. Goats are stubborn … but we’re also really sweet and gentle. As my sister JR once described me .. I’m crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside. I did not know I was a dessert …
Tug, I’m not sure how Virgos will fare this year, but it has to be good. All you have to do is follow the goats
Alas, My Lovely, I can offer you no help at all. I am, as my IT friends so aptly put it, Computer Stupid.
Other than that, valium works a treat. Or so I’ve heard.
[...] I mentioned the motormouth nutcase I had to train for Cartman’s job and then I never mentioned her again. That’s because I go to work every morning hoping she will just disappear. It’s not very nice of me, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t have to have conversations like this one. [...]