I could never live with most of my coworkers because their kitchen habits annoy the crap out of me. People constantly leave half-used packets of hot chocolate behind, and more than one of them fail to understand the concept of “If you took something out of a cabinet to use, you should return it to that cabinet when you are done with it.”. I know, this is all minor shit over which I have little control but I am a neat freak and have controlling issues; this is why I might never live with anyone again. Of course being constantly dismissed by the women in whom I have interest doesn’t help either…
Not Exactly What I Wanted
Last night’s wireframe workshop wasn’t as productive as I had hoped it would be. There were a lot of generalities spoken and each student had to reimagine an app that was present on their phone. I don’t think either of these techniques lend themselves to mental breakthroughs in a two-hour workshop. And by the time we realized that the teacher was not going to have a scheduled break for us to eat the “light dinner” promised by the organizers, the pizza was cold. Pooh.
Here’s one interesting tidbit on which you can chew. There were five men (one of whom left immediately after eating his pizza) and five women in the class. There were two rows of desks, one behind the other, each having eight chairs. In the comments I will tell you how we sat, but first I want you to imagine the classroom and come up with how you think we sat.
Bitten By The NCAA
No, I’m not watching the basketball but rather am cursing it for preempting the shows I watch. I was furious that Apple was dragging its feet in delivering last week’s The Amazing Race until I recalled that at the end of the one I watched in Florida the teaser said “On April 3rd…” now realizing that this was because of the NCAA tournament, which is going to preempt it again this Friday night. DANGEN! I guess that I could start binge-watching shows such as The Blacklist as was suggested by ITP-Reader Barb in a text message conversation last night.
Last night I came to the conclusion that today has to be laundry day. It’s a pretty easy conclusion to make when you are down to your last pair of clean pants and nearly your last pair of clean underwear. When I did the math I realized that the last time I did laundry was the Wednesday night before leaving for Florida, which was thirteen days ago. It’s time.