*After a guest appearance by Hare's Girl, you will now be returned to your regularly scheduled ranting...*
Walked on to campus today - I had a good reason to not ride my bike when I left the apartment which escapes me now. And for some reason, random people feel the need to talk to me on the street, despite my fast pace, obvious headphones, and sunglasses. Today it was "are you going to school?" To which I responded "Yes." To which I got the reply, shouted after me, as I was still walking: "Why the hell are you going to school at this hour?" (It was around 3 PM) *sigh* I restrained the urge to turn and say "because I don't feel like sharing your street corner with you in a few months!" It's still unseasonably hot and humid for Chicago - joy. Presented various required documents to the Student Loan Administration which will, I'm sure, find their way to being lost. Then wandered over the library to fetch various things needed for my euphemistically labeled "2 Year Paper" and caught one of the student workers who was supposed to be shelving books camped out on the floor in the stacks. Hee hee! And then proceeded to accidentally (really, it wasn't on purpose) get in her way while I was trying to get the stuff I needed, which was cleverly hidden by some idiot who couldn't be troubled to shift books to the side to fit things back on the shelves and instead just crammed them back as far as they would go on the shelf, requiring much manuevering and quiet swearing (it is a library) to get them out. Scurried all over the place finding what I needed. Tried not to destroy a very annoying copy machine while making copies of an article in German with lots of figures that I desperately need to be clear so I can identify some pottery, that simply couldn't have been sized conveniently for copying. On that note, all of you who plan on publishing in the future: please, please, please try if possible to make sure that your publications appear in a manner that makes them easy to photocopy. Better yet, publish electronically. I hate wasting money fiddling with the sizing on a copy machine that seems hell bent on taking all my money and giving me only partial pages, no matter what I do to it.
Back to work tomorrow...