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Aug. 11th, 2006
DIE! ASSHOLES!
Aug. 11th, 2006 06:13 pmGah, I thought a boring day would be the least of my troubles when I started it, and I was mostly right about that. Turns out the day was more boring than I took for granted, and basically I should've just left early, no-one knows why I didn't, guess because I am an idiot. More evidence (if even needed, at all) supplied in a later bit.
Right, so besides the GC fucking up several results, me fucking up the rest by getting near 200% recoveries (meaning I find about 200% of what I tossed into my standard in the first place) and getting exact opposite results than I expected, the entire 'number crunching', as I'd like to call tossing all the numeral results I obtained into a giant excel sheet and burying it so I'll never be able to find it again only took half a day. Half a day means another half day which is too long to do anything to pass time, and too short to set up a column. Besides that, the GC was in use this weekend so I couldn't have done jack in the first place, hence my previous entry. I went home half an hour early, which is only fair, seeing as I worked half an hour longer on tuesday, and caught a speedy bus to the station (not to mention totally rude and very sloppy).
I calculated "If the train is 5 minutes late, I can catch the one before the one I'm supposed to catch and be home way early. Oh cruel irony, thou beest the biggest (existent) bitch I have ever not laid eyes upon. The train was five minutes late. EXACTLY five minutes. So I hop out of the bus, run to the first platform, hear a whistle and see my train leave. 30 seconds... That's all I needed. At least the next train departed on time. Fucking miracle.
Then at Deventer, this huge guy just pushes me aside and stands in front of me. Twas one of those really social neighbourly persons with a kid (and prolly a VERY FAT WIFE). I looked at him (with my usual look of pure and utter disgust, hate, and miscellaneous malevolence) and he mumbles something (most likely at me, but I don't really think the guy learned to speak properly, seeing as he doesn't really like waiting in line either. In the end his son went in through the other end and occupied a 4-seater (something I would've done traveling alone, so I won't make any comments about that). I just went to the other side and occupied a 1-er at first floor (twas a double decker).
Pah, I never really got a chance at venting, so when I got home I had a pretty dark cloud above my head, which mom only was too eager to notice. One thing I've come to know about her is that when you're cooking, she's only eager to throw more fuel on the fire. I tossed my bag aside, keys upon it, and they slightly hit the heating. "Oh, ouch says the heating", she says in that ever spiteful way. "I wasn't even trying to hit the damn thing, but if you want me to apologize..." was my ever-so-clever retort. "Ooooh woooooow" (in the tone of "How really manly of you") was her reply. Seething, I go upstairs and toss a few punches at a random (non-postered) wall. Naturally, I stretch one of my muscles a bit too far. In my ever-so-clearheaded thinking, I reply to the ache by smacking my elbow into the chair, repeatedly. Naturally, that sent another jolt of pain, so in reply, I punch the wall again, this time another one, way withing reach and very brick. So now I've got a strained muscle, a hurting elbow and another splinter of my right middle finger's knuckle. Grand!
Temper, temper... But I feel better writing it all off me. Mom'd better not start doing her instigatin' again. I might just punch her in the face. If necessary with my left fist.
#EDIT: ( Oh, I forgot about this quiz, duing my li'l rant : D )
Right, so besides the GC fucking up several results, me fucking up the rest by getting near 200% recoveries (meaning I find about 200% of what I tossed into my standard in the first place) and getting exact opposite results than I expected, the entire 'number crunching', as I'd like to call tossing all the numeral results I obtained into a giant excel sheet and burying it so I'll never be able to find it again only took half a day. Half a day means another half day which is too long to do anything to pass time, and too short to set up a column. Besides that, the GC was in use this weekend so I couldn't have done jack in the first place, hence my previous entry. I went home half an hour early, which is only fair, seeing as I worked half an hour longer on tuesday, and caught a speedy bus to the station (not to mention totally rude and very sloppy).
I calculated "If the train is 5 minutes late, I can catch the one before the one I'm supposed to catch and be home way early. Oh cruel irony, thou beest the biggest (existent) bitch I have ever not laid eyes upon. The train was five minutes late. EXACTLY five minutes. So I hop out of the bus, run to the first platform, hear a whistle and see my train leave. 30 seconds... That's all I needed. At least the next train departed on time. Fucking miracle.
Then at Deventer, this huge guy just pushes me aside and stands in front of me. Twas one of those really social neighbourly persons with a kid (and prolly a VERY FAT WIFE). I looked at him (with my usual look of pure and utter disgust, hate, and miscellaneous malevolence) and he mumbles something (most likely at me, but I don't really think the guy learned to speak properly, seeing as he doesn't really like waiting in line either. In the end his son went in through the other end and occupied a 4-seater (something I would've done traveling alone, so I won't make any comments about that). I just went to the other side and occupied a 1-er at first floor (twas a double decker).
Pah, I never really got a chance at venting, so when I got home I had a pretty dark cloud above my head, which mom only was too eager to notice. One thing I've come to know about her is that when you're cooking, she's only eager to throw more fuel on the fire. I tossed my bag aside, keys upon it, and they slightly hit the heating. "Oh, ouch says the heating", she says in that ever spiteful way. "I wasn't even trying to hit the damn thing, but if you want me to apologize..." was my ever-so-clever retort. "Ooooh woooooow" (in the tone of "How really manly of you") was her reply. Seething, I go upstairs and toss a few punches at a random (non-postered) wall. Naturally, I stretch one of my muscles a bit too far. In my ever-so-clearheaded thinking, I reply to the ache by smacking my elbow into the chair, repeatedly. Naturally, that sent another jolt of pain, so in reply, I punch the wall again, this time another one, way withing reach and very brick. So now I've got a strained muscle, a hurting elbow and another splinter of my right middle finger's knuckle. Grand!
Temper, temper... But I feel better writing it all off me. Mom'd better not start doing her instigatin' again. I might just punch her in the face. If necessary with my left fist.
#EDIT: ( Oh, I forgot about this quiz, duing my li'l rant : D )
