One of the greatest mysteries of them all.
As you read in my last post, the conscience won, and I went to class. My mind had argued with me that my Essentials of Lit. professor would hand out something important, and to my luck, she did--the guidelines for our final project. So, following my mind, as stupid as it was at the time, was a good thing. I thought this good sentiment would last ALL THE WAY through my Weather and Climate class, and that I would actually stay awake through the whole thing, but I saw one too many squiggly lines and I fell asleep about 10 minutes before the end of class. When I returned, I had breakfast, and did much more work finalizing the Video Game Villain bracket, typing up the official rules and such. I'm predicting signups beginning somewhere Dec. 15-20.
Anyway, on my way to work, I happened by Jayde, and she drove me the rest of the way to work. From 4-close, I worked, and during my break, I read one of the local newspapers, The Advocate, and read the editorials. Sure enough, over a month after the election, we're still griping about it. I just bowed my head and sighed. We'll probably be griping about it all the way to the next election--it won't change a thing.
And I come to realize something about McD. I think I've solved most of the mysteries of McD and customers, but there's two that remain in my mind. 1) Apparently, and I'm told that this is strictly a Berkshire County thing, people drop the last syllable of the word "burger." This gets so under my skin. However, the greatest mystery of them all: why people always order a Diet Coke with a Double Quarter Pounder meal. I mean, the meal itself contains more than 100% of the minimum daily value for fat, so why the Diet? I mean, you're already putting in 4 million calories and 5,000 fat grams. Why don't you just go the full nine yards? I hope to solve this mystery.
Apparently, McD is also quickly becoming a tunnel of love, as new couples seem to be forming right before my eyes.
I come back, and no sooner do I get back does Brandon request my services to fix his printer. So I attempt to, and as I'm talking to April on my cell phone, the fire alarm goes off. Someone had probably tried to make microwave popcorn in the oven on the M-level, and I talked with April on my cell outside. Fire trucks came, inspected, and it was clear in a few minutes. So I've got it down to two possible causes--someone tried to burn popcorn, or someone was smoking in the towers. Got back, and continued talking to April for a while. She got sleepy, and I showered to get McFilth off me.
Tomorrow...busy day. I have to write an essay for Modern World, have Modern World, hopefully get a chunk of my Logbook project done for Weather and Climate, take a test on Excel in Computing, do some more of the Logbook project, then I work from 9 PM to close, getting me back here between 12-1.
Thursday, I work 2:30 to 8, and April will be here. That night, we head back to NP.
The end of the semester is nearing, folks.
Nighty night, all.
Anyway, on my way to work, I happened by Jayde, and she drove me the rest of the way to work. From 4-close, I worked, and during my break, I read one of the local newspapers, The Advocate, and read the editorials. Sure enough, over a month after the election, we're still griping about it. I just bowed my head and sighed. We'll probably be griping about it all the way to the next election--it won't change a thing.
And I come to realize something about McD. I think I've solved most of the mysteries of McD and customers, but there's two that remain in my mind. 1) Apparently, and I'm told that this is strictly a Berkshire County thing, people drop the last syllable of the word "burger." This gets so under my skin. However, the greatest mystery of them all: why people always order a Diet Coke with a Double Quarter Pounder meal. I mean, the meal itself contains more than 100% of the minimum daily value for fat, so why the Diet? I mean, you're already putting in 4 million calories and 5,000 fat grams. Why don't you just go the full nine yards? I hope to solve this mystery.
Apparently, McD is also quickly becoming a tunnel of love, as new couples seem to be forming right before my eyes.
I come back, and no sooner do I get back does Brandon request my services to fix his printer. So I attempt to, and as I'm talking to April on my cell phone, the fire alarm goes off. Someone had probably tried to make microwave popcorn in the oven on the M-level, and I talked with April on my cell outside. Fire trucks came, inspected, and it was clear in a few minutes. So I've got it down to two possible causes--someone tried to burn popcorn, or someone was smoking in the towers. Got back, and continued talking to April for a while. She got sleepy, and I showered to get McFilth off me.
Tomorrow...busy day. I have to write an essay for Modern World, have Modern World, hopefully get a chunk of my Logbook project done for Weather and Climate, take a test on Excel in Computing, do some more of the Logbook project, then I work from 9 PM to close, getting me back here between 12-1.
Thursday, I work 2:30 to 8, and April will be here. That night, we head back to NP.
The end of the semester is nearing, folks.
Nighty night, all.