Monday, October 11, 2004
 

More Sensitive with Each Passing Day

. . . yep, that's me.

I'd been ignoring a string of e-mails about some sort of training, because I kind of assumed it was optional (how I inferred this from just reading subject lines, don't ask me) and because I have no motivation whatsoever. But I just realized that this protection of student information stuff is mandatory, and, because I like my paycheck (such as it is), I gotta do it. Man, does this mean I have to stop selling students' social security numbers? 'Cuz that's gonna make me late on payments on my Porsche.

Ha.

Online training and a quiz. That's going to cut into my TV viewing schedule.

Do I sound cynical about the academic world? Oopsie. I <3 academia.

Okay, I need more Tylenol (would you have guessed from the content of this post that I have a headache? and a backache? and sinus pain?), but it hasn't been four hours yet. Curses.

I am feeling really cranky at the moment. In case you didn't notice.

Reading: film stuff
Listening: Dylan
Current Obsession: my own petty aches, pains, and concerns. I'm shallow like that.
Alice: loves me anyway.

Elvisette philosophized at 10:09 PM