When it rains, it pours. And floods.

All of my midterms and major projects are happening this week, so I've been having a lot of late nights and early mornings that eventually just converged. I was hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep before my midterm yesterday, so around 3am I shut my books and stepped out of my room into the kitchen, and into a few inches of water. The hot water tank had exploded, and water was rushing out from under the utility room door.

Luckily I don't own nice things, or things, so nothing was damaged by the flood. Unfortunately I only got about 2 hours of sleep before my exam, but I think it went alright anyway. I did misspell my own name again, but in my defence it is kind of a long name.

Today at Work

co-worker: where's the tea balls?

me: how did you know my pet name for Tim?

things that piss me off

-people who walk very slowly, in pairs, down narrow hallways or walkways.

-why does my favourite coffee shop in the SUB have a policy against cups that don't leak coffee all over my pants? They sell travel mugs which don't leak, but they come with a stupid slogan about being green and socially responsible. Fuck that noise. I bought one thinking I could just remove the inner sleeve with the slogan on it, and replace it with something tasteful, like Kliban cartoons (I even printed off "it only hurts when I exist" in anticipation) but it doesn't come apart. Jerks.

-people who make plans with me for either Friday or Saturday night, they're not sure which one yet. So I'm supposed to sit around doing nothing on Friday night, just in case they call. Are they worried something better will come along? It wont. You can't top my company.

I'm too shabby

So I was doing laundry last weekend, and I noticed that my clothes are in pretty rough shape -almost everything I own has holes in it, and looks old and worn in general.

On Monday I got dressed for work and checked myself in the mirror. "Dang," I thought to myself, "I am shabby!" Luckily my employer has basically the lowest standards for this sort of thing, so I went to work without worrying too much about it.

Later, on my lunch break, I was sitting on some steps under a building overhang when an elderly man approached me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm good." I replied.

"Are you hungry? Do you need food?" he asked.

"No, thanks. I'm good," I said. He nodded and walked away, and suddenly I realized that he thought I was homeless.

I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed by this. Of course, it's hard to feel shame over a simple misunderstanding when, on the same day, my roommate comes home and excitedly tells me about (and here I quote her directly) the "wonderful garbage" that she found at work -and I'm not talking about a 'perfectly good toaster that someone left beside the dumpster'. It was some sort of packaging material, similar to cardboard ("but, like, really nice cardboard," she insisted) which she fished out of the trash can.

I have found the perfect roommate.