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The fail burns my eyes.
I'm quite a forgiving person. I love discussions, but I don't like fighting or bearing grudges. But the more I think about what people got up to today, the more I feel like setting the uni on fire and watching it burn to the fucking ground.
I've got two group presentations to get done. One's due tomorrow at 10 a.m., the other one is due next Tuesday. I've always made the experience that group presentations are tiring, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
My Thursday presentation group wanted to meet up at 1 p.m. today. I was there at 1:15. The next person to show up did so at 2:30. No one else turned up. We didn't get anything done, because the girl who did turn up hadn't typed her shit up - she'd written it all out on paper. Yeah, that helps a lot, thank you very much. I totally feel like wading through three pages of illegible scribblings so I can type up your keypoints for our presentation.
She then left to work on some audio editing with her other presentation group. A minute later I get a phone call that I should tell them how to hook the audio recorder up to the computer. I had the same problem, sitting there not knowing how to do that. I downloaded the manual from the internet. But I guess that was too much to ask from three media students.
So I go hook up the recorder, and then I sit down to do some rping - because there was fuck all else to do. Ten minutes later one of the girls asks me if she can check her email on my computer. I say sure, alright, and she goes ahead and checks her email. Then she checks facebook, and her her bank account, and then she goes Christmas shopping on fucking Amazon.
We then all go and have our studio class, which should have been going on till 9. We were done by 7, though. I needed to talk to three people about presentation things, but they were all so quick to get out of there, I didn't really get a hold of them. One of them needed to give me his stuff for the Thursday presentation, and while I was booting up my laptop to put it from his stick onto my computer, I was trying to get a hold of the other guys. I turn back around, and the guy is touching my motherfucking laptop. Seriously, does he have a death wish?
Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.
The second guy I was trying to get to give his stuff to me hadn't done it yet and told me he'd send it to me tomorrow morning - when our presentation's at ten. I was like, fuck no you won't, so he's sending it tonight, but he hasn't yet (it's 11 p.m.).
The third guy I needed to talk to I managed to catch on my way back home. He was pissed at me because the third person in our group, stupid girl, never manages to make our meetings and decided going home for five days is more important than getting together our presentation. I got a little pissy with him, but we settled on meeting up tomorrow and doing all the work stupid girl and other girl in our group haven't done. And now I'm sitting here waiting for all those fucking idiots to send me their shit and will probably be busy with this all night when I really would have other, more interesting things to do.

And this is what the Master has to say to this:

I've got two group presentations to get done. One's due tomorrow at 10 a.m., the other one is due next Tuesday. I've always made the experience that group presentations are tiring, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
My Thursday presentation group wanted to meet up at 1 p.m. today. I was there at 1:15. The next person to show up did so at 2:30. No one else turned up. We didn't get anything done, because the girl who did turn up hadn't typed her shit up - she'd written it all out on paper. Yeah, that helps a lot, thank you very much. I totally feel like wading through three pages of illegible scribblings so I can type up your keypoints for our presentation.
She then left to work on some audio editing with her other presentation group. A minute later I get a phone call that I should tell them how to hook the audio recorder up to the computer. I had the same problem, sitting there not knowing how to do that. I downloaded the manual from the internet. But I guess that was too much to ask from three media students.
So I go hook up the recorder, and then I sit down to do some rping - because there was fuck all else to do. Ten minutes later one of the girls asks me if she can check her email on my computer. I say sure, alright, and she goes ahead and checks her email. Then she checks facebook, and her her bank account, and then she goes Christmas shopping on fucking Amazon.
We then all go and have our studio class, which should have been going on till 9. We were done by 7, though. I needed to talk to three people about presentation things, but they were all so quick to get out of there, I didn't really get a hold of them. One of them needed to give me his stuff for the Thursday presentation, and while I was booting up my laptop to put it from his stick onto my computer, I was trying to get a hold of the other guys. I turn back around, and the guy is touching my motherfucking laptop. Seriously, does he have a death wish?
Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.
The second guy I was trying to get to give his stuff to me hadn't done it yet and told me he'd send it to me tomorrow morning - when our presentation's at ten. I was like, fuck no you won't, so he's sending it tonight, but he hasn't yet (it's 11 p.m.).
The third guy I needed to talk to I managed to catch on my way back home. He was pissed at me because the third person in our group, stupid girl, never manages to make our meetings and decided going home for five days is more important than getting together our presentation. I got a little pissy with him, but we settled on meeting up tomorrow and doing all the work stupid girl and other girl in our group haven't done. And now I'm sitting here waiting for all those fucking idiots to send me their shit and will probably be busy with this all night when I really would have other, more interesting things to do.
And this is what the Master has to say to this:
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I have a presentation and lab report for next Wednesday that relies on group data. Half the fucking group can't even download the software to input their stuff (and apparently it's too hard to go to a computer lab, where all the necessary software is already installed). I sympathize greatly with your ranting.
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coursegroup work. Blech. On the other hand, no exams. Yay! ;)no subject
Because I (and
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Wow. I wish there was some way you could do the presentation that would make the non-performers look like idiots. You know, have one of the stupid girls play Vanna White or something.
...why yes, I do believe in public humiliation as a suitable punishment for stupidity. Yes, I do. The Master agrees with me.
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The Master sort of agrees with you, but he's still for killing stupid people right away. Saves you a lot of grief later on.
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Or he'll just kidnap the Doctor and chain him to the stove.no subject
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Anyway, give it a couple of weeks and I can guarantee nobody will touch your computer ever again. My Obsidian is $1800 + custom built HP with sexy graphics and self-upgraded ram and soon to be upgraded HDD, and later probably I'll buy a tablet with better everything. (by later I mean after I join the Air Force and make money for sitting in a classroom learning how to build networks.)
I quickly got the reputation for being a "Crazy Laptop Chick" because I literally punched a guy for checking his email while I was backing up my harddrive.
Another good way to dissuade the "really quick check my email it'll only be five seconds!" is use a non-traditional OS with a non-traditional web browser. I am currently using Ubuntu with Seamonkey, though, really, any KDE linux using Konqueror would work just as well.
And if you need those fancy media programs, (as I suspect you do) you could always dual boot! I do!
ANyway... :D
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Especially not when there's so much gay porn on it like there is on mine.Oh, I still want to try Red Hat. But I'm too lazy, and meh dual boot. I'm not unhappy with XP, really. I will just have to glare and hiss at anyone who comes too close to my computer.
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Heh, you think I don't have gay porn out the ears on my baby? I have alternate user accounts on both builds though, just in case I have someone around who needs computer access that I can't say no too. For instance, my humanities instructor has taken to grading papers in the student lounge where I hang out. Saying no to her is just not smart. (I also find that it helps smooth things between roommates. Especially once you get the reputation of Crazy Laptop Chick. My roommate was really pleased she could tell people she was allowed to use MY baby whenever she needed to. And she guarded the pass to that account like a precious treasure. But this is only if you feel up to playing the horrific game of dorm politics. And fixing their computers.)
There's no one saying you have to give those alternate accounts ANY privileges beyond child-level internet access.
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But this means that the computer should just not be touched. By anyone. Ever. Not without permission, and certainly not without my supervision.
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And, you know, I love you for those rants, seriously. I was beginning to think that I was merely an arrogant bitch because I couldn't believe that you could be as stupid as people at this uni are, but reading what you're going through there... It gives me my belief in humanity back. Hang in there! :-)
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So, b/w me and the guy that was left, we had to do the whole thing.
And surprise, surprise, I was the only one completely and utterly prepared.
Okay, okay, that one was cheating -- I was talking about FTMs.
The project I did before that... didn't get the stuff until late, and it was like four slides.
Heh, when we did the presentation, it became totally obvious I had actually WORKED. I even showed a short little clip from House.
God, universities shouldn't let these morons in. Honestly.
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It's sad, really.
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Despite knowing perfectly well that it might not occur to me to look up the manual online either (then again, it might - I did figure out how to use our washing machine that way when my mother was in Paris), that sentence was terribly lulzy.
I'm just sort of picturing everyone sitting around helplessly before going, "Um, get
Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.
Ew, sounds like what somebody pulled on me five years ago (http://beandelphiki.livejournal.com/164296.html) for a group astronomy project. (Yes, I remember it THAT clearly. You'd think you'd forget, but no, the memory still BURNS.)
Also, Word 2007 is suck. Well, I mean, it's not suck in that it IS better. But not being fully compatible with all previous versions of Word sucks, and having everything in that mystifying "ribbon" sucks until you eventually get used to it. I just about had a heart attack the first time I opened Word 2007 and realised there wasn't a menu bar anymore. You can't just spring that sort of thing on me!
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Oh, yes. It's just wonderful. I have a friend who likes to do that via ICQ, and she's a real technophobe and has the tendency not to do things exactly the way you tell her to even if she doesn't know what she's doing at all. I've spent hours and hours trying to explain to her via IM how to split files using winrar or how to convert audio files. *grrr*
Oh, that just sucks. The post you linked to I mean. Gah. No, it wasn't so bad with this presentation, because everybody pretty much faked their stuff - all I did was summarize the Wiki article. But he didn't even put any effort into faking it so it looked good, which he should know by now how to do. Gah. How did he get through college?
Ech, I saw Office '07 and ran. I've been using MS Word for almost fifteen years, it'll take more than just a new version to make me get used to what you called the mystifying ribbon. I'm turning into one of those people who insist on using old versions of programs because they just can't get used to the newer ones, but I'm with Firefox I'm using the excuse that Unplug won't work with v3. With MS Office it's just that - 07? No thanks. ;)
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