All entries for Tuesday 28 June 2005
June 28, 2005
… who STILL hasn't got their results?!
or is it just me?
I know I've let myself down immensely and I've prepared my parents for the bad news but having to wait so long is really not doing my nerves any good. Bad nerves equals increase in tea consumption and then all the tannine gives me worse nerves. Plus all the heat, and then to top it all, being thrown into a constricting family environment. I think I'm going to break pretty soon.
I'm going to start naming the houseplants and carving mountains out of my mashed potato and talking about myself in the third person. I will refuse to eat unless my toes are pointing South-West and will demand that everyone wear mismatched socks in my presence on account of the strong symmetry messing with my 'karma'. Hell if I have enough time I may cultivate a split personality or two.
Of course it's not that far along yet. I'll start worrying when I start alternating every cup of tea with a hefty shot of Yeni-Raki.
But back to my original train of thought; how long are we expected to wait for results to arrive by mail? I left a stamped, self-addressed envelope with them and told them I wouldn't be there to collect it. Three working days have passed already, just what exactly are they waiting for?! Does it always take this long?
Why is it that the Novell GWMail system doesn't recognise the word 'blog' eh? It makes using the spell checker a right pain in the posterior, possibly because the one word it's so intent on correcting is usually the only one I've actually spelt correctly. Please keep your blobs, logs, blots and clogs to yourself Mr Novell, before I inform you where to shove them. Agh. It's late and I'm sleepy.
But yeah, if anyone gets an email about a biog, don't worry. I'm not about to start writing my life story down just yet. Not unless I want it filed next to "Spot the Dog Visits the Farm" In the easy readers section. Hehehe. What an idea though. The poor mites would never recover their mental health again, scarred from an early age.
And why does this thought make me laugh so much?!
My children are indeed going to rue the day they are born…