Just don't color me late for dinner
I just realized that the little pouch I knitted last night (more on that in a second) I knitted on size 3 needles instead of size 6 needles. So THAT's why it took so long. The 3s and 6es are the same color.
I decided that I needed a little pouch to hold a couple sundries that are small and that I would like to keep together. I fly to D. C. this afternoon, because my cousin is getting married there this weekend. Mom got me this nice, real suitcase (as opposed to the left-over-from-traveling-soccer-Adidas-duffel-bag I've used for the past 10 years) that is also freaking tiny relative to said duffel bag. It's a weekender. It's still not packed, despite the fact that I got up yesterday with the full intention to pack first thing.
But see, yesterday sucked. The parking department for this school is usually pretty good about doing things on time and not screwing you over too badly, but on the condition that you are a graduate student, faculty member, or staff member. If you're an adjunct instructor, you're fucked. You have to go in every four months and show them that you're actually hired, because otherwise I guess you'd take your kickass pass and sell it to some undergraduate, heaven forfend. So then they issue you this gargantuan paper pass, designed to block your view of oncoming traffic so that elves can sneak through the wreckage of the crash and take the parking pass back before you can give it to someone else.
Sidebar: the paper pass is also too light to withstand the air vents on the dash very well, so it spent a lot of time last semester blowing to the floor. ONE TIME I forgot to put it back, and got a $20 ticket. Gah.
So I'd been using Other's graduate student pass to park when I, you know, taught my classes. We did well for exactly one time, remembering to transfer it back to his car, but yesterday we forgot. So I got up, realized we probably forgot, and responsibly drove over to the school to replace it.
First, though, I called the parking services place and asked about my pass. No, it was not in the mail, they had to see a signed contract first, so I had to go in.
But he'd already gotten a ticket. DAMN it. $20. Well, since it was pretty much my fault for not going to the parking department to get the new pass instead, I'd take it and pay it. I was going there anyway.
La la la, I thought. Going to the parking department.
Well, of course there was nowhere to park. I circled twice, making note of a space in a parking lot that I couldn't find a label for. Finally I took that spot, figuring that it would only be a few minutes. In and out. La la la.
Then I locked my keys in the car. I had my wallet, I had my contract, but I had no keys. I have non-power locks, so I just lock the door as I get out, and this is the first time ever (in four years of owning it) that I've locked my keys in the car. I was getting frustrated by this point, but I kept it together and decided to go get the pass, then come back and write a note to the parking attendant with my new pass number, then find a spare key.
La. la. la. But then I got to the parking services place, and there was a sign on the door. "Parking services will be closed today from 9:30-11:00 so we can serve you better."
Couldn't this information have been shared with me when I called this morning and stated my intent to come to the parking services department? On New Year's Eve, when I worked at the pharmacy, I told everyone we were closing early that night. How about a little karma? Maybe someone told them during their inservice that when they're planning to be closed randomly, they should tell that to people who are planning to come in.
So, by this point I was highly frustrated. God only knows what kind of ticket I'd get for parking in the mystery lot without a pass of any kind.
Other was teaching, and I wasn't sure what time his second class would end, so I left a pathetic message on our home answering machine, explaining, and booked it over to the English Department. Luckily, five years ago we traded spare car keys as a symbol of our, you know, whatever, and after class he gave me my spare key. (Hooray for our inadvertent practicality.)
I booked it back to the parking services place as it was starting to rain (AGAIN) and found that, at 10 after 11, they still were not back. So I did the only thing I could, which was sit in my car and scream curses at the school and parking department.
Eventually, of course, I got the pass and even avoided a ticket for the mystery space. But I still haven't finished packing.
I just realized that the little pouch I knitted last night (more on that in a second) I knitted on size 3 needles instead of size 6 needles. So THAT's why it took so long. The 3s and 6es are the same color.
I decided that I needed a little pouch to hold a couple sundries that are small and that I would like to keep together. I fly to D. C. this afternoon, because my cousin is getting married there this weekend. Mom got me this nice, real suitcase (as opposed to the left-over-from-traveling-soccer-Adidas-duffel-bag I've used for the past 10 years) that is also freaking tiny relative to said duffel bag. It's a weekender. It's still not packed, despite the fact that I got up yesterday with the full intention to pack first thing.
But see, yesterday sucked. The parking department for this school is usually pretty good about doing things on time and not screwing you over too badly, but on the condition that you are a graduate student, faculty member, or staff member. If you're an adjunct instructor, you're fucked. You have to go in every four months and show them that you're actually hired, because otherwise I guess you'd take your kickass pass and sell it to some undergraduate, heaven forfend. So then they issue you this gargantuan paper pass, designed to block your view of oncoming traffic so that elves can sneak through the wreckage of the crash and take the parking pass back before you can give it to someone else.
Sidebar: the paper pass is also too light to withstand the air vents on the dash very well, so it spent a lot of time last semester blowing to the floor. ONE TIME I forgot to put it back, and got a $20 ticket. Gah.
So I'd been using Other's graduate student pass to park when I, you know, taught my classes. We did well for exactly one time, remembering to transfer it back to his car, but yesterday we forgot. So I got up, realized we probably forgot, and responsibly drove over to the school to replace it.
First, though, I called the parking services place and asked about my pass. No, it was not in the mail, they had to see a signed contract first, so I had to go in.
But he'd already gotten a ticket. DAMN it. $20. Well, since it was pretty much my fault for not going to the parking department to get the new pass instead, I'd take it and pay it. I was going there anyway.
La la la, I thought. Going to the parking department.
Well, of course there was nowhere to park. I circled twice, making note of a space in a parking lot that I couldn't find a label for. Finally I took that spot, figuring that it would only be a few minutes. In and out. La la la.
Then I locked my keys in the car. I had my wallet, I had my contract, but I had no keys. I have non-power locks, so I just lock the door as I get out, and this is the first time ever (in four years of owning it) that I've locked my keys in the car. I was getting frustrated by this point, but I kept it together and decided to go get the pass, then come back and write a note to the parking attendant with my new pass number, then find a spare key.
La. la. la. But then I got to the parking services place, and there was a sign on the door. "Parking services will be closed today from 9:30-11:00 so we can serve you better."
Couldn't this information have been shared with me when I called this morning and stated my intent to come to the parking services department? On New Year's Eve, when I worked at the pharmacy, I told everyone we were closing early that night. How about a little karma? Maybe someone told them during their inservice that when they're planning to be closed randomly, they should tell that to people who are planning to come in.
So, by this point I was highly frustrated. God only knows what kind of ticket I'd get for parking in the mystery lot without a pass of any kind.
Other was teaching, and I wasn't sure what time his second class would end, so I left a pathetic message on our home answering machine, explaining, and booked it over to the English Department. Luckily, five years ago we traded spare car keys as a symbol of our, you know, whatever, and after class he gave me my spare key. (Hooray for our inadvertent practicality.)
I booked it back to the parking services place as it was starting to rain (AGAIN) and found that, at 10 after 11, they still were not back. So I did the only thing I could, which was sit in my car and scream curses at the school and parking department.
Eventually, of course, I got the pass and even avoided a ticket for the mystery space. But I still haven't finished packing.
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