Free time

My student stayed home sick today. You think her parents would call me so I don’t have to drive to work at 7:30. But why would they do that if they can just show up at 8:15 and say she’s sick? Why? Why would they be efficient like that? I don’t know. I was nonetheless pleased to come home and generally not be at work. Since we get paid for two hours in these situations we are encouraged to stay and help the class. Ha. Ha. Ha. I told the teacher my kid was sick and left without saying goodbye.

I tried to be productive with my extra time. I took out the recycling, cleaned the litter, vaccuumed, you know, promoting overall tidiness. I knew if I started my morning on the computer my day would end on the computer. So that’s where we are right now. I have a bunch of pictures I want to share. But that means I have to use the desktop and I am quite pleased with the laptop thank you.

I will share something I find equally if not more amusing than a picture of drug paraphenalia in a trashcan downtown. I switched to a smaller notebook so I wouldn’t have a huge TrapperKeeper sized thing in my backpack all day. Wait, you didn’t know I keep a notebook and pen with me at all times did you? Well, now you do. I was browsing through this smaller notebook and came across an email I drafted to somebody I lived with my senior year in college. Maybe one day I will elaborate but that year was the worst year of my life, in terms of living situations. When the lease was finally up and we were all rid of each other was when the heavens parted and god’s love touched my soul. Then I got a nasty email from one of them. I think it’s more interesting if I don’t give away all the gooey details of context. Plus, you can figure it out mostly.

You prove to me that my cat WITHOUT CLAWS, clawed anything “to hell” and not your cat who incidentally does have claws. I, too, had to pay for utilities for a period when I was not there, and for those who decided not to pay. But you wouldn’t know that, would you? Do you know when I moved out? No, you don’t. So before pressuring me to pay a bill left in YOUR name you need to get the facts straight. Prove to me that I have anything to prove to you and I will think about getting back to you. It’s pointless to waste time trying to force me to pay something I am not responsible for. So, I suggest focusing some energy on a more relevant concept. The fact that I do not owe you any money. I’m done with this.

When I read I’m done with this I see Chris Rock dropping the mic and walking off stage. Like, Hey you just read my note for the last 2 minutes and now I say fuck you! Ha Ha you are so fucking stupid! I don’t know, I hope they were insulted by the finality of it, because that was my intention. Mostly because I was chafed at their use of to hell in describing something’s state of scratchedness. To hell, really? You’re dumb. I feel compelled to mention that the person I sent this to is one half of a couple who got pregnant 6 months after they met. These are some quality citizens here, folks. Anyway, they responded with, See you in court. I’m still waiting.

And that’s that. I’m gonna go find some breakfast.

[tags]work, college, roommates[/tags]