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Monday means bright new possibilities!
Oct. 29th, 2001 12:29 pmOr not.
At least "Leftover Lunch" on WFNX is playing some of the 80s stuff that I actually started listening to it for, rather than the early 90s stuff that still gets played lots anyway: Psychedelic Furs and Echo & the Bunnymen back-to-back. So that's cool.
On the uncool side, Salem's branch of the US Postal Service has lost my student loan check from BU. I mean, sure, postal workers have a lot to worry about nowadays, but the main problem is they can't deal with my address. There are far too many streets in Salem named for the Hathorne/Hawthorne family. As I live on one of them, mail often gets sent to one or more of the other like-named streets in town before it finally gets to me, or else goes missing altogether. So I have to wait while BU stops payment and reissues a new check -- which I will pick up in person this time -- before I can use borrowed money to pay off credit cards.
Such is grad school.
Oh, dear, a whiny grunge song has come along.
Now I must edit a long review article, the electronic version of which is thoroughly whacked. Every footnote, italicization, use of Umlaut, phonetic transcription of Hebrew, etc. -- and there are a lot of all of these -- has been garbled and must be corrected manually. (The author is apparently unable to send a version in some more cross-platform-friendly format.)
This makes me sad.
Meanwhile, the boss calls me in for computer problems of his own. "I can't get it to stop typing in all capital letters!" he exclaims. "What could be the problem?" It doesn't occur to me to check the caps lock key right away, as surely he has done this already before calling me in.
Nope.
You'd think I'd know better by now.
At least "Leftover Lunch" on WFNX is playing some of the 80s stuff that I actually started listening to it for, rather than the early 90s stuff that still gets played lots anyway: Psychedelic Furs and Echo & the Bunnymen back-to-back. So that's cool.
On the uncool side, Salem's branch of the US Postal Service has lost my student loan check from BU. I mean, sure, postal workers have a lot to worry about nowadays, but the main problem is they can't deal with my address. There are far too many streets in Salem named for the Hathorne/Hawthorne family. As I live on one of them, mail often gets sent to one or more of the other like-named streets in town before it finally gets to me, or else goes missing altogether. So I have to wait while BU stops payment and reissues a new check -- which I will pick up in person this time -- before I can use borrowed money to pay off credit cards.
Such is grad school.
Oh, dear, a whiny grunge song has come along.
Now I must edit a long review article, the electronic version of which is thoroughly whacked. Every footnote, italicization, use of Umlaut, phonetic transcription of Hebrew, etc. -- and there are a lot of all of these -- has been garbled and must be corrected manually. (The author is apparently unable to send a version in some more cross-platform-friendly format.)
This makes me sad.
Meanwhile, the boss calls me in for computer problems of his own. "I can't get it to stop typing in all capital letters!" he exclaims. "What could be the problem?" It doesn't occur to me to check the caps lock key right away, as surely he has done this already before calling me in.
Nope.
You'd think I'd know better by now.
