Choosing sarcasm over superstition

Bad luck in threes seems to be my bare minimum. 

Fours and fives are seemingly more of the norm. 

(see here and here for prime examples)

This is apparently even the rule with the most minor of inconveniences... as you probably figured out by now was the case for today.

I arrived at work to find out there had been some sort of massive scheduling snafu come fall regarding myself and my coworker, which needed to be resolved pre-coffee, and resulted in me spending far too long with a bottle of white out and the scheduling book.

It is, of course, only once the white out has been filed away that I get an email from my co-worker stating that he is going to have to switch around his shift in the new semester. Not only does this require another round of white-outing (let's declare it Fumes Friday!), but it turns out his supervisor wants him to come in on my day (we're all graduate students and only work part-time)... which means that my careful scheduling for the new semester has been thrown to the dogs.

As today was only my half day at work, I did my little public transit routine up to campus, where I was set to do an assessment of a fellow. Who decided not to show up and not to pick up his phone.

It was only after having already wasted a good chunk of my afternoon that I realized I had left my memory stick back at my workplace-- for the second time this week!- and it was back on the bus and the train for me. Of course, this little detour put me on a train that was delayed due to a medical emergency.

It was only when I finally made it home, and found myself unnaturally irritated that the smoothie place's debit was down and I would have to make my own snack that I realized what a day filled with little stupidities it was.

Anyways, in an attempt to brighten things up a little (we're pretending that I'm not about to use a bottle of wine for the very same purpose), I decided to steal a fun little meme from Jenn's place.

The idea? Find five cards from someecards.com (aka. funniest website on the planet) that describe you...

This one is incredibly topical, considering today my mother used a word processor for the first time ever. She called me at work to ask me how to spell a word because she knew the red squiggle underneath it meant it was wrong, but didn't know how to check. She also asks me if I've "internetted" my friends lately. I'm actually a little sad she's learning to use the computer... it just seems so un-her.

I get oddly sad when I discover that the Duke hasn't been Facebook stalking me near enough or hasn't read my latest blog post... since, you know, we don't live together or anything.

Wait. We do.

Eight years and counting, baby!

(Though real work does sound really dreamy. Particularly the idea of scheduled hours rather school leaking into everything.)

Woo! Validation!
Sometimes a girl needs to enjoy mashed potatoes guilt free. 

And there's something about saying "fuck eating healthy tonight" that feels more liberating than simply eating crap without acknowledging that you shouldn't be.