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Nov. 16th, 2004 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foi_nefasteOh, a lovely scene I just had to share: I saw a math professor and a student walking out of a classroom and onto the street. They were bent over the prof's briefcase, which was (naturally) covered in chalk dust, and scribbling equations in the dust with their fingers, getting very enthusiastic over the results. It was quite cute. It's something I've got to include in a Certain Story.
In another (catty) area, some gay men process more than lesbians. I've just spent half an hour on the phone with a high school friend while he processed an internet fight. And then while he whined about his faculty – because he's not bilingual, so he can't go anywhere else. Whine, whine, whine. And again.
And I'm getting the severe impression that I should tell my co-workers that lack of preparation on their part does not constitute an emergency on mine. They want my work done right now, they need it for tomorrow, it's needed yesterday (never mind that the meeting was this morning). They, however, can't be fucked to do anything with it until after the weekend. Such admirable logic, really. I'm astounded.
I'm late on my work. I'm late on my essays. I'm lacking sleep to such an alarming degree – I napped (unintentionally) while sitting in a kitchen chair. However, I've been writing, and I've been productive. Which is probably satisfying enough to excuse the rest.
Oh, and I got the latest Hellblazer today. And am exercising self-control when it comes to reading it. I shan't read pretty comics before actual work is completed. *nods* Or something.
And, in an unrelated note, that mood icon looks an awful lot like me at the moment. *sigh* I'm typing up another 3 pages of notes from this morning's meeting, and then I'm going to bed. And the person to wake me up will be trotted out and... well... pelted with books. I threaten only with what I can deliver.
In another (catty) area, some gay men process more than lesbians. I've just spent half an hour on the phone with a high school friend while he processed an internet fight. And then while he whined about his faculty – because he's not bilingual, so he can't go anywhere else. Whine, whine, whine. And again.
And I'm getting the severe impression that I should tell my co-workers that lack of preparation on their part does not constitute an emergency on mine. They want my work done right now, they need it for tomorrow, it's needed yesterday (never mind that the meeting was this morning). They, however, can't be fucked to do anything with it until after the weekend. Such admirable logic, really. I'm astounded.
I'm late on my work. I'm late on my essays. I'm lacking sleep to such an alarming degree – I napped (unintentionally) while sitting in a kitchen chair. However, I've been writing, and I've been productive. Which is probably satisfying enough to excuse the rest.
Oh, and I got the latest Hellblazer today. And am exercising self-control when it comes to reading it. I shan't read pretty comics before actual work is completed. *nods* Or something.
And, in an unrelated note, that mood icon looks an awful lot like me at the moment. *sigh* I'm typing up another 3 pages of notes from this morning's meeting, and then I'm going to bed. And the person to wake me up will be trotted out and... well... pelted with books. I threaten only with what I can deliver.
