Day Four (delayed) - Had to happen I guess...

Day Four, and after a lecture about the slacker types earlier this week, I traded a rant for some extra zzzzzz's this morning.  Yep, I slacked too this week.  I was tired but probably coulda made it to class...but I thought to myself, "Self...others have been all slack type this week...why should YOU lead by example?"

So I called it in.  I had a bug.

Actually, I've been runnin' on a supply of nervous energy all week, and so much on my mind with so much to do, and still more to come...that it finally caught up with me all at once.  Tossed and turned most of the night, despite goin' to bed at a reasonable time even.  I actually felt like such a 'tard when I called in though, but thankfully THAT feelin' lasted but a mere moment.

From the sounds of it, I missed little really.  I would preferred not to have missed the morning seeing as how we had another guest speaker, and this time from Registries Office...but they left enough paraphernalia for me to gloss over if needs be.  And you know, ain't this just typical...I show up and I'm all proud of myself for taking the time to complete a draft business plan for my company, and submit it...just to have the instructor "attempt" to chide me in her oh so condescending tone about how I had no business handing it in 'cause I didn't do it her way...their way...they have a "process" and apparently judging by her tone alone, I had committed some manner of unforgivable sin.  I shit you not, you shoulda heard the way she talked to me.

So I shook my head and said to toss it then if it was that big an inconvenience.  One of the other classmates remarked "That was awkward..."  Indeed it was, but *I* didn't make it that way.  Last time I checked, when I saw the work "work" it meant to imply an action.  However, I guess in this alternate universe called the classroom, "work" means "read but don't do".

And yes, I'm still quite choked at the instructor's bad form in how she handled my plan submission.  As far as I'm concerned, that's two strikes against her now, and if she gets a third, J's gonna open up that "Keg O' Whup Ass" he has sittin' on his shoulder.  A) I don't like being over-talked, and B) I don't like condescending tones.  Those are her two strikes so far.  One more, and the gloves come off.  I'm a fucking adult, and you better believe that I don't expect to be treated as one, I DEMAND to be treated like one.  I've fuckin' well earned it a hundred times over.  Keep treatin' me like a kid lady, and I'll show you just how unruly a kid can get...trust me.

After class I went to visit a friend I haven't seen in ages (like 10-13 years now).  Neither one of us had changed all that much, but she says I look exactly the same...not too sure how to take that :P

She had computer troubles also, which I was aware of, so we ended up back at her place so I could take a look at it.  Yep.  Was fucked up alright.  Guess she had a *cough*"tech"*cough* come out and spend several hours "fixing" it, which is shorthand for "ruined her shit even worse".  Oh yea man, this one was up against the wall to be sure.  2 hours in and I had barely scratched the surface, so I opted to haul it back to my shop to fix it for real.  Had to dig deep in my bag of tricks, but we got 'er all figured out now, and it's 100% back to normal now including fixing proper what the last *cough*"tech"*cough* ruined all the Hell and back.

I feel bad that she wasted her money on that idiot.  Yes I said idiot.  Seems anyone can call themselves a "tech" if they know one more word than their client does.  Such a shame really.  Oh well, with idiots like him roaming free and wild, it just makes my job easier to come in and save the day by actually fixing a problem, and then they come back to ME.  I should start charging more  *laughs*.

Yep, I just pat myself on the back just then.  Just another notch on my lengthy gun belt.  Fixed what they said couldn't be fixed.

I am just that damn good.