TWO DOLLARS

It is literally three weeks until I leave for vacation. THREE WEEKS. How in the hell did time fly so fast? I’m having to go through my schedule and cancel previous engagements I had made with friends and family just so I can get through these next twenty-one days with my sanity intact. Work is currently a madhouse due to all kinds of rush-rush “Need to be open for business before the holiday weekend!” stuff coming through, and in the midst of all this I’m trying to wrestle my duties into submission so that upon departing for said vacation, everything will be in order. Last year it was an easy feat. This year it’s testing my patience and resolve.

Cutter keeps teasing me because lately my response to any inquiry regarding my precious precious time is “It depends on whether or not I get my homework done…” I feel like I’m back in high school. Except I wasn’t this disciplined in high school. Usually long phone conversations with Debbie took precedence over homework…and homework fell to a “just before bedtime” kind of task. Worked for the first two years…then I flopped facedown in a pool of my own educational vomit in 11th grade from the glut of honors classes that overran me and stampeded me off a massive cliff. Hence the reason I didn’t bother applying to any four-year colleges my senior year. (there’s a funny side story to all this…well, maybe not that funny. OK, so it’s not funny in any way, shape or form, but it explains why my grades suffered so terribly. It’s called a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend. A boyfriend who was in danger of failing all his classes and he couldn’t have that and neither could I…so I spent most of my time doing HIS homework instead of mine. For three full semesters. No joke. Remind me to expound on this in the future…)

Maybe I’m trying to make up for the fact that my entire future slipped from grasp in less than two years’ time? Dunno. At any rate, I’ve thrown myself headlong into this class and by god I’m going to make it work or I’ll eat my own poo.

OK, so I probably won’t eat my own poo. But I’ll sniff it! Yes I will!

OK, so I probably won’t do that either. But I’m thinking you get the point?

My programming classes started this week and they look feasible. Nothing I’m not already familiar with, so I don’t expect to be losing my shit over them anytime soon. And I’m very familiar with the professor. She’s this neat lady I had for some of my in-person classes and I really dig her style. She’s no-nonsense but very easygoing as far as how she works with students to help them understand the gist of things. She’s also HUGE on documentation, which I love. LOVE LOVE LOVE. Nothing frustrates me more than someone handing me code and giving me no explanation to their rhyme or reason. I realize I’m kind of a random, disorganized, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants sort of person…but the OCD in me demands documentation. Or else I get fucking cranky. And I just adore the fact that Ann pushes documentation as a huge part of programming. I’m as happy as a dyke at an Indigo Girls concert.

Speaking of which…if you don’t already listen to the Indigo Girls, I really suggest you do. They’re just lovely women who make great music. When I have a moment (HA!) I will upload some of my fave IG songs for you to sniff. They’re bombastic. w00t?

Ugh…THREE WEEKS. Remind me later why I do this?