ANti-SOcial

When I type, I do not do it well, though I do do it quickly. I have to look at the keys and I typo all over the place. My biggest failing in typing is the double capital letter at the beginning of words. While I loathe everything about Microsoft, I do like that this self corrects. I should say that it self-corrects except when the word is only two letters. So I send a lot of e-mails out with SO and DO and the like capitalized at the beginning of sentences. It give my writing an odd emphasis. Blogger picks it up in spellcheck. Today I'm ignoring Blogger.

In a continuation of my earlier problems this week, I am now sitting in my office with the door closed. I will say that I love having a door. It's an ugly institutional door, but it's a door and it shuts (and even locks).

I'm also listening to my ipod. SO (see I just did it)I can't hear anything much. I do have one of the earphones pushed behind my left ear so that I can hear the phone if they buzz me or if somebody knocks. I've got to sign forms for students. It's the fourth week of the semester, which is a profound thing to say to anyone in our system. The fifth week is "census" and students have to be enrolled in their classes correctly or not at all by the fifth week. Their "fees" (which is another word for tuition) cover only 25% of the cost of their education. If we don't get credit for their butts in our seats, we don't get the money we need from the state. So for three weeks they can drop to their hearts contents. FOurth week I have to approve it. FIfth week, offering a kidney won't get you added to a class. Plus, there may be less of a market for kidneys than is often imagined in urban legends.

ANyway, I can hear them outside my office from the one ear. My inner self worries about what they're saying. I shouldn't worry about it. AD told me some stuff this morning I didn't want to hear. Later on in the day the former AD (we'll call her FAD from now on) asked how I was doing about what AD told me. "Not good" was my response. She told me not to feel bad. I told her that the cow was already out of the barn.

I can fake it. But those damn double capitals betray me every time.

On my ipod right now:

He was a mean individual
He had a heart like a bone
He was a naturally crazy man
And better off left alone
He stopped one night
At a traffic light
And when that light turned green
He was a mean individual
Stranded in a limousine

I'm not mean (my staff's opinions notwithstanding) and I've never been in a limousine. Just for the record.

But just to prove how ANti-SOcial I can be, here's another chance to walk with the eggs: