Before work this morning...

 

When Mercury is in retrograde

Hi blogginos.

It's been a while since I've written an honest-to-goodness post. Things have been a little nuts around here. I know, you're probably sitting there, like:

But for reals. It's been like this:

So what's my deal? 

The planet Mercury.

See,  Mercury is in retrograde. Basically that means everything here on Earth is jacked. When Mercury's doin' it's own thing, spinnin' whichever way it feels it wants to, the Earth gets this funny feeling until all is right again in the universe. I'm* affected in such a way that it makes me act a little "off." (*I'm not the only one. The whole world is-- electronics, people, animals, you name it.)

So my normally organized desk, looks like this:

And more amazingly, I was able to FOCUS on homework and complete my final project in two days.

In my daily life, things have been quite stressful. My boss is retiring and lots of stuff is happening to wrap up the loose ends she might leave behind. I've been trying to stay organized while she's sorting things but let's face it-- it's a hectic time when someone leaves. All things considered, I've been feeling pretty proud of myself handling the stress levels so well up until about a week ago. That's when I finally noticed for myself that I might be a little out of control.

It all started when my coworker came into my office...

Unfortunately that last part isn't exaggerated.

I really did wave a box half my size over my head and throw it at him.

Soooo... moral of the story: Watch your back. Mercury's gonna be doing its own thing for about a month.

Ugh... Mornin'.

Our projected attendance was obliterated last night for my work's annual holiday open house. We had just shy of double the number of people in. I'm exhausted.

But-- I made it to work.

Self-Portrait

Although I am not at liberty to say what is causing this quite yet, I thought you might appreciate a blog with some of my self portraits of today.

Yeah, mostly that last one.

Someone Finally Admitted It

You guys, I'm kind of in shock right now.

Remember the little bits of things I've told you about grad school this year? No? Well, basically, my last two years have been like this:

But then, when I figured out that I would have enough classes and credits to graduate in December 2011 (back in late winter/early spring of 2011), I realized that I just had to suffer through 2011. To hell with whatever happens in 2011-- I'll be free by the start of 2012!!

So all year, I've been like

I applied for graduation and I've been getting lots of paperwork from UM about when to walk, cap and gown, etc., but then I was looking at my own paperwork and it occurred to me that I might be missing a class.

I emailed the office to see if they could check their records and got the reply that, 

I emailed back to ask what the official policies were for transferring between programs-- I had been in one and swapped to another. Technically, I have the magic number of credits needed, but New Program won't accept one of Old Program's classes. 

I emailed the office and got back another reply.

"Hope that helps!"

Wait...

What?

What does that have to do with a request for a copy of the policy? What does that have to do with any policy? Timeline for WHAT???

Needless to say, it didn't help.

I looked into an appeal on allowing that one course but no such luck. Why should such luck begin now, anyway? So, fine. All I need to take is an elective. It's not the biggest deal and shouldn't be too terrible, right?

Yesterday was the first day to register for next semester. I popped online, found my class-- 

Finally!!! Someone ADMITTED that grad school means nothing! They're even ADMITTING that despite this amazing Masters degree, I HAVE NO FUTURE!!!

And the most amazing part??

I HAVE NO FUTURE THROUGH 2099!!!


Here's hoping I can live to 117 so I can have a life.

Although...

I do feel a little better about where I am in life, knowing that it was all an inevitable series of happenings orchestrated by the Ultimately Malicious.

Is it just me?

I have a confession to make. Sometimes the little things set me off. It doesn't even have to start with one of those sneaky hate spirals that Ali wrote about on Hyperbole and a Half-- it just springs up out of nowhere. Someone will say something totally innocent and probably not even think when they're saying it, and I'll get kind of ornery about it.

Do you get like that too?

The Nerak is with me often enough so she could probably gauge if I'm overreacting on this, but this is the one that usually gets me.

 And in my head, I'm ALWAYS like: 

I don't know. Some people are more sensitive than others so maybe I'm over-thinking it... I mean, I'm not ornery, am I?

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