Parking job

Ugh. I hate people. I think I've made that obvious, but I really hate people. This guy just pulled into the parking lot in his weird H3 knockoff, started looking like he was going to park in the same spot as my car, theb started backing into another spot behind him. I thought this was a little weird at first, but then I realized he was making a 3 point turn to go back the way he came. The real issue here is the fact that there was a COMPLETELY OPEN SECTION OF THE PARKING LOT NOT 20 FEET FURTHER DOWN THE WAY! Why would you ever pull your car close to other cars when the obvious owners are mere meters away when you could have driven a bit further and made a single point u-turn? What a maroon!

Musings

Turns out it is a LOT easier to write on my phone when I use the blogger app instead of the mobile website. Who knew? I think some of the reason I feel so much anger is because I'm tired and forced to spend time in locations where I don't have access to things I want to do. For example, right now I'm working on a design for a ship. I can see a lot of it in my head, but I can't really draw it, especially at isometric angles. I really want to fire up Creo and start making the model, but I can't because I'm in class and not at my computer. This, of course, makes me feel more antsy and less tolerant of my continued presence in this class than normal. I really need to get my tablet fixed so I can at least browse the internet a bit better. Even that is less than satisfying when it comes to these sorts of feelings, but at least it'd be something, right?

mean thoughts 11/12

I figured any time I feel like saying something mean or writing it on someone's post, I'll put it here, instead. A Mormon facebook page posted something about agape love, saying it was Greek and it meant unconditional love. What I WANTED to write was "The Greeks also believed that only 2 men could have Agape love and that love between a man and a woman could never be more than Eros, or erotic love." I figured that might throw a wrench in their effort to promote good values and all it really does is make it look like I'm posting to show how smart I am. And, while that may be the case, I didn't post it because I know what they're trying to accomplish, and I don't want to get in the way of that.

Mean thoughts

Sometimes I can barely suppress the urge to say the things I want to say about the idiots I run into out in both the real world and the virtual one. For example, someone posted today (Veteran's Day) "Just took a vet out for breakfast. What did you do today" or something to that effect. What I WANTED to write was "Well, I didn't falsehumblepost (it's a word now) on Facebook about how great a person I am and inviting other people to compare their lesser greatness to mine." What I DID write was nothing. Just saw some other individual post just the one word: "Miserable" as his Facebook status. What I WANTED to write was "NO ONE CARES!" What I DID write was nothing. I try really hard not to be a mean person. Well, sorta hard. It's really hard for me to NOT be mean sometimes. But sometimes I slip a bit. Today on a forum about development ideas for a game I like, someone posted something that was kinda relevant to the current thread, but wasn't a development idea at all. What I STARTED to write was something like "We're trying to have a discussion about the future of this game, not your mediocre ideas about how we can work around the current limitations of the game." What I DID write was a bit more subtle. I merely pointed out that his idea was interesting for the current limitations of the game, but that integrating something similar into the game would be a good way to go. See, I actually do control myself most of the time. But it's difficult. Really difficult. Today my Capstone project group members scheduled a meeting for the big chunk of time in the middle of the day, the same chunk that I have repeatedly mentioned is the time when I have to be at work. Apparently none of the rest of them had to work today (Veteran's Day, remember) and so doing the meeting earlier in the day was more convenient or whatever. Meanwhile, I'm feeling more and more the outsider as they continue to schedule meetings for times when I'm not available, which means the project moves forward without me. I'm not really complaining, mind you, just nervous about my grade. I've already missed out on the meetings with the writing guy that we're supposed to have, and the syllabus is unclear whether that's recorded individually or as a group. The group is meeting with the professor on Thursday, once again in the middle of my work schedule, so that's also great. I really hope I'm not required to be at that meeting, but I fear that I actually am supposed to be there. I emailed my professor, of course, but I have yet to hear back from him. I want to take these people and yell at them. I'm really not TRYING to be difficult with the whole "having to work to support my wife and 1.5 chillens" thing. No, I don't really want to be part of this group working on this project, but I'm willing to do my part, IF the rest of the guys are willing to work with my schedule, which they don't seem to be. Oh, another instance of me being a lot nicer than the thoughts in my head: Right as I arrived at work, as I was on the way up the stairs, I was stopped by a certain co-worker that I just CANNOT stand. He had a request for a project that REALLY shouldn't be my responsibility, since it's a programming thing and I'm not really a programmer, I just play one on TV, you know? But because I'm the only guy in the company, apparently, who can program in VBA, I get to do the work for a bunch of departments to which I don't even belong. That's what I get for being curious about something new and teaching myself how to do it. But I digress. Anyway, as I'm talking to him I WANT to say "No, I don't want to be responsible for that anymore, it really should be sent over to IT or teach one of YOUR engineers/interns how to deal with this crap." But instead I find myself saying "Yeah, probably, I might have time, etc." In times like this I think I really should tell them to turn it over to someone else, but I just can't, you know?