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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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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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I should be writing a presentation about sitcoms. Yeah...
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And now I have to actually write that analysis. Not that I don't have a rough draft, but I doubt using the tenth Doctor will impress Doctor P. any.
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Ten has more songs, though, aside from One.
- Handlebars
- Blue
- Your Star [I KNOW ITS EVANESCENCE AND EMO BUT ITS TEN IN MY HEAD OK]
- Help
... I could go on. Lol xD.
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Though, not for a bit, gotta locate headphones. "D
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Your brain might be going "You stupid SOB, your gonna kill us all!"
But your mouth is already saying the conditioned "Sounds good, sir. Where do you want me to stand?"
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*sings seventies pacifist hippie songs*
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It causes problems for something, but I do keep the confirmation emails in my gmail, so I can usually find it somewhere. :D
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Lol paranoid. ;)
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