Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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That's like when I'll say something on a subject, and my dad will go "No, it's like (almost the exact same fucking thing I just said)" and even though I love him, even though he's been a great dad, even though I know he's got a lot of mental problems and so on, sometimes I just want to beat him to a pulp.
I think this is the best place to put it. I just cleaned out my office at Texas A&M today. It's because I just got a full-time teaching position at Sam Houston State University which is an ENORMOUS step up. Since I graduated a few weeks ago and will be teaching elsewhere, I'm out of the TAMU system and they need my office back.
I'd been working at Texas A&M since 2013 and had gotten used to that routine. The TA offices for my department were all in the basement and there were hardly any windows. We called one block of offices "The Fishbowl" because it always got damp after a rainstorm and then smelled like fancy cheese. The vending machines had been there since the '70s. They had fake wood paneling and the top rack had originally held packs of cigarettes.
Last year I shifted to an office down the hall, with a nicer desk, a window, and more privacy. But it was still the same office life. The department let me it through the summer as well because I was on a fellowship. With classes starting on Monday, it was time to finally leave. I'd been emptying it little by little for a couple weeks, taking some books with me every time I left for home. Today I showed up with empty check-in luggage and got it all packed away. I was amazed at how many books I'd accumulated over the past four years, but they all got put away along with my Lego sets and Firefly figurines. When that was all done I took a final look back and this is what I saw.
It's the end of an age.
I'd been working at Texas A&M since 2013 and had gotten used to that routine. The TA offices for my department were all in the basement and there were hardly any windows. We called one block of offices "The Fishbowl" because it always got damp after a rainstorm and then smelled like fancy cheese. The vending machines had been there since the '70s. They had fake wood paneling and the top rack had originally held packs of cigarettes.
Last year I shifted to an office down the hall, with a nicer desk, a window, and more privacy. But it was still the same office life. The department let me it through the summer as well because I was on a fellowship. With classes starting on Monday, it was time to finally leave. I'd been emptying it little by little for a couple weeks, taking some books with me every time I left for home. Today I showed up with empty check-in luggage and got it all packed away. I was amazed at how many books I'd accumulated over the past four years, but they all got put away along with my Lego sets and Firefly figurines. When that was all done I took a final look back and this is what I saw.
It's the end of an age.
I gotta stop falling asleep at my desk and just go to bed if I feel tired. Last night I woke up three hours after the last time I remember with a stiffness in my neck. This has to stop before I got my head too hard when I pass out or twist my neck wrong and paralyze my ass.
It just never feels like there's enough time in the day.
It just never feels like there's enough time in the day.
On a Monday? I should be so lucky. Or is that after pruning?
GasBandit
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Yeah, that's not counting the ones that I filter out.
*sigh* I can't sleep.
Story of my life.
GasBandit
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Still trying to catch up from what piled up over my vacation, this week is on an accelerated deadline schedule because monday is Labor Day and we'll be closed, Underling #1 has come down with a fever and is out sick, and Underling #2's new fall schedule means he will rarely be here past 11. Why even bother, dude? Gaagghhh this week is gonna suuuck.
Initiate @Shegokigo protocol.
GasBandit
Staff member
I was up all night too 
I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep. I actually cleaned the kitchen in pain because I was hoping it would make me tired. It didn't
I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep. I actually cleaned the kitchen in pain because I was hoping it would make me tired. It didn't
Each time I find somebody that never ate crawfish before, I tell them to wash their hands firsts in the bathroom, then they look at you funny. Then they find out.
Or worse, Pepper Spray training. And the cop that got sprayed forgot to wash his hand first, screams the loudest.
I just had to dig through all my old stuff in the basement to find the software I wanted to install on my computer. I feel ya.
At this point, I'm scared to open any of my gun cases. But now that I've seen the software boxes, I'm gonna have to soon. I'm genuinely worried.
--Patrick
Oh, do NOT go there. Thirty worst minutes of my life.
EDIT: Dammit, my eyes are watering just thinking about it...
So much for interdepartmental relations.
Three times this week I've had to tell different people in the office who were struggling to shove their hand into a narrow container "pick it up and tip it" to get what they were after.
Then they go "Oh!" and do it, and go "Wow, you're so smart."
No, I'm not, I just ate cereal for breakfast as a kid while you were shoveling lead paint chips into your mouths. -_-
Then they go "Oh!" and do it, and go "Wow, you're so smart."
No, I'm not, I just ate cereal for breakfast as a kid while you were shoveling lead paint chips into your mouths. -_-
I cringe when somebody comes around the office, passing out free food. Cause I know, nobody tips the food out of the container. So 20 people have touched every chocolate chip cookie in that ziplock bag...
...and it just happened.
But did you turn down the cookie?
It was an open bag of candy. I poured my serving out. I know it is dirty, but I'm not a germophobe.