The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, August 17, 2009

and for good measure

the web based enrollment system went down on the first day of school!

Here's what the IT dept said in response:

"Thanks you for your patients!"

Here we go...

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges

Well I had this whole plan about blogging, having coffee, and then starting the academic year. Silly me. The academic year has it's own ideas about what I'm doing today.

I'm pissed about Obama backing off the Public Option for health care, we really need single-payer, but we'll never get it now.

Oh! And I'm pissed that the internet is spreading ignorance, and not the KKK kind. This is your everyday run of the mill stupid people who either didn't pay any attention in school, or weren't taught very well in the first place.

"Reeking havoc!"

I had chest pain.

I gave a moments consideration to addressing it with the dolt, but then decided it wasn't worth the attitude I'd get in return.

There's a fight at the college between the Fine Arts and the Dean of Humanities, and one of the adjuncts has filed a grievance. It, thankfully,and perhaps surprisingly, wasn't me.

She's always been antagonistic toward us, but now it seems to have come to a head. We'll see where it goes, she's got an awful lot of clout around there.

I just asked the Financial aid dept at the University for work-study students. A decision i just know I'll live to regret. Next on the agenda is a computer in my office. I was shocked there wasn't one already there.

It's the monsoon season...again. It's been raining for three days. There's water everywhere. I keep a rain bucket on the deck to collect water for making pots, and it was empty on Thursday. It's overflowing today.

Well, enough frivolity, the phone is ringing which means someone wants my attention...yet again. Now I have to train a whole new bunch not to call.

The price of being indispensable I guess.

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