I just had the most moronic cashier of my life at Billa. The charge was 130kc, so I gave him 230kc.

About 10 minutes later I finally got my 100kc in change.

First he just stared blankly at me, waiting for me to leave (ok first he didn't know what a pear was, but that's somewhat irrelevant). So I told him he owed me 100kc back (in Tarzan Czech of course). He didn't get it.
The guy in line behind me looked at my receipt, looked at what I'd paid the guy (cashier boy was holding up the 200kc bill so he knew I'd given him 200), and explained it a couple times to the boy.
He still didn't get it. He did at one point start counting out what looked to be 70kc, forgetting/ignoring that I'd also given him 30kc in change. This annoyed the shit out of me, because these people make a huge deal over us giving them change and then they can't handle the change. Make up your minds!
He eventually called his manager over. She explained it to him. He still did not understand the concept that 230-130=100. Finally she was just like "Just hand her 100kc oh my fucking god I'm going to take you out back and behead you after this." Or at least that's what I like to think she said.

I got my 100kc. But holy shit that was way too much of an ordeal.
That boy is now marked for deletion.


Edit: Ok, he's forgiven for the pear. I'm not sure what I just ate, but it wasn't a pear.

7:30 on a Sunday morning is a really bad time to do carpentry. You're wearing sound-blocker headphones, so you know it's loud - do you really think that 10 feet between your balcony and my window magically renders your chainsaw soundless? It's a fraggin apartment complex, not a redneck house surrounded by woods, you bastiche. You're lucky I'm not Batman.

With hate,
Rachel

As I was leaving yoga tonight I came across a woman crying in the parking lot. I asked her if she was ok, she said no, her boyfriend had left her there. Just drove off and left her in the parking lot at night. She doesn't know anybody in DC, and she doesn't have any money for a hotel. So while I'm asking more questions trying to find a solution, I've got the shoulder guys arguing. Should I drive her to a hotel and pay for a room? Even if I did, what would she do after that? I'm pretty sure she has no car, and there's no way she has money for a taxi or plane ticket, does she even have anywhere to fly home to? Should I take her home? Would my roommates flip? I'm pretty sure she's sincere, but there's the tiny chance that she's a vampire thief and what if she steals our stuff? Should I let her sleep in my car? What if she steals my car? Would the police help her if I called them? Is there anyone else I can call?

After a few minutes her boyfriend returned. She said she didn't want to go with him, but neither of us really saw any other options. I gave her the choice anyways, said I'd help her find something else if she didn't want to go with him, but she reluctantly said thanks no thanks and went with him. I tried to make sure she'd be ok - she didn't have any marks on her, she didn't look scared of her boyfriend, he didn't look angry or yell or get out of the car - I think it was just a fight and he's a stupid asshole that left her and then realized he was being a stupid asshole, and she didn't want to be stuck with a stupid asshole. If I'd seen any signs of abuse I would've taken her to a hotel or the police, but I'm not sure what level of intervention is right for a situation like this. I think she'll be ok. I feel really really sad that she was in that mess though, nobody should have to go with someone when they don't want to. It makes me feel really grateful for my parents and friends, I've had my crappy moments but I'll never be that helpless.

I do wish I'd given her my number, I only thought of it after driving away. I also wish I was Dick Grayson, he'd have known exactly what to do and had the money to do it. Or even my dad, he's a lot better at this than me. I'm very frustrated with myself. I always want to help people, but I really suck at it.

Anyone have any ideas on something else I should've done? So that maybe next time I happen upon an abandoned woman I'll have a clue.

My stats prof is finally asking some other people questions, thank gawd. And then one of the stupidest exchanges I've ever witnessed occured, and that's saying a lot at Brockport. We were using a data set of the total fat in burgers vs. chicken, and the prof pointed out the 43g of fat burger as very high fat.

Student: "But like, a gram only weighs as much as a dollar. So that's like, not even that much, you know?"

Prof: "Yeah, well, that's true. But you know if you put a billion dollars end to end they reach to the moon right, so even dollars can add up to a lot, know what I mean?"

...What?? I still can't decide which of them was dumber. And then the prof went on to talk about how he used to eat a lot of burgers but stopped because of cholesterol and all that and you 20 year olds think you're going to live forever. This class is such a waste of my time.



My microeconomics prof is starting to be rather tragic. He keeps acting indignant and pouty because people aren't answering his (inane) questions. The sad thing - we are. He's just fucking deaf.

The Bad: ( no really, i hate my stats prof. i'm not kidding. )


The Good: I went from the worst prof Ever to the best prof at Brockport :) I finally tracked down Dr. H to find out about my thesis rough draft. I've been angsting over it so much that I was basically just praying he wouldn't say "this essay sucked so badly i'm going to the dean to have you thrown out of college." Nope. He said it was outstanding, really great, etc. :) I just have to work on the organization (::sob::), and he said to use more active voice, which I actually laughed at and he's like "yeah you knew I was going to say that". Coolest thing - he wants to send the final draft to his daughter (who's working with the peace corps in west africa). That's the biggest compliment to me, when profs want to show my work to other people or use it as an example for the class. So my thesis isn't just a necessary onus to be read, he thinks it actually has merit as a research paper :) My mojo isn't gone after all, I still got it babay! ;)


Side note: I've been working so hard to get buff, and my shirt sleeves are tighter and everything, but apparently I'm still Totally pathetic. In grappling Gus was like "come on, sweep your leg, you have to move that leg for it to work." I did sweep my leg. I pulled so hard that my hamstring cramped up and he barely felt it. ::facedesk:: Gus is a brick, but still, that's just sad. Essay mojo: operational. Martial arts mojo: not so much. But hey, at least I'm really fast at knife fighting! Brian even put his knife down and went empty hand so he didn't have to hold back, and he still couldn't land a hit :)

Hey, wanna know a really fast way to piss me off? Spend 5 minutes ripping on my answer to your question in class, stare blankly at your powerpoint for a minute, and then do Exactly what I said to do. And then, when I clarify which homework problem we had to do because your last class was a fucking fiasco and no one knew what was going on, babble condescendingly about how if I need to get help feel free to just ask in class because other people might be having trouble too. I'm not having trouble you senile asshole, my only problem is being stuck in a class where I'm treated like a 5 year old with Downs.

The really pathetic thing? As I was waiting to talk to the prof a girl asked him if he could go slower. I almost started crying right there. The chainsaw of evolution is looking mighty appealing right now.

so i open up my cell phone and i've got a text message waiting from a number i do not know, it's in another area code.

"U know wat. Text me when eva u feel like it. Cuz im not gettin no where. Baby i love u so much never 4 it. If u mad or not never 4 that i do love u. And once [2nd text message] again im not liein. I swear 2 u im not. I love u. Text me when u want 2. Ill b here always and 4 eva. I love u"

this is so sad. this must be a wrong number, even if someone was pranking me i don't think any of my friends could bring themselves to type "liein". so this person thinks they've sent this little love note to someone but they sent it to me instead... i think i have to reply just so they know it did not reach their intended. on the other hand, this person should really be removed from the gene pool so perhaps i'd be aiding darwin by Not helping them get back together with the other person and potentially breeding.

thoughts?

Oh what a crappy first 2 days of school. dear lord.
( bitching about class )