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Jan. 7th, 2009 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenRevision is driving me up the wall, along with several other things. The problem, unfortunately, is still, still fucking Finals. My brain hears exams and thinks, ooh, panicky insane frustration is the default state, let us serve it up with knobs on. After spending a lot of yesterday being quite irredeemably bitchy at people with whom I have no grudge, I went outside and threw a handful of plates at the wall. And felt slightly better, although it did not, you know, teach me things.
Other things that annoy me include the Royal Mail, RAF Benson and the Bodleian Law Library, which is the ugliest building in the world. It is also a maze of mustard linoleum and hidden staircases, is full of comfy chairs you don't dare sit in - because they are reserved for this person and that person and the OED Commonwealth editors, what - and armies of noisy workmen doing noisy things to the lights, and finding the bathroom is an all-day project. And, of course, being a Bodleian library, if you wish to consult a book, you're stuck there until said book has been consulted. Because it's not on the main site, I lived in hope for its being an actual library out of which you can take books. I was very wrong.
The Royal Mail tried to deliver me a parcel on December 24th. I don't know what said parcel is, except it's a packet that's too big for the letterbox. They tried delivering, didn't, obviously, deliver over Christmas or New Year, so yesterday I went to the post office and said, you know, I asked for a parcel to be redelivered here yesterday, here's my card.
It's not here, they said. They just... haven't delivered it. Don't bother ringing them up, said the woman, they won't answer. And you could try rearranging delivery, but they probably won't do it. You could try picking it up from the collection office? And I very carefully didn't say, I have exams in six days, no car and the collection office is twelve miles away. She shrugged at me and served the next person.
I guess whatever it is will be returned to sender in a week. So - if someone tried to send me something over Christmas, thank you very much, and I really appreciate the thought. I may not be able to thank you more specifically for your kindness, however.
What else? Yes... last night I decided that I was going to Learn From My Mistakes and do Past Questions, and ask my tutors to look at them for me! What do I get this morning? Out-of-office replies. They're away until January 13th. My first exam is on January 13th. Just... why. Why. I appreciate people need holidays, I do. It's just... it would be nice not to fail. Really.
(I'm not actually annoyed with RAF Benson. It's just it's our closest weather observation point, here, and apparently last night it hit something ridiculous like ten degrees below. Just... wow. I love cold weather, I do, but this is impressive.)
And in the rest of the world's news: LiveJournal apparently dying a death (I have my doubts, I must say); I have decided to not pay any attention to what comes out of Ann Coulter's oral sphincter; the Obama family still make me very happy.
I should stop whining at some point, I suppose. Small Cat is on the end of my bed wondering why I haven't got up yet, and licking chimney dust off her paws. (She has grown; her stripes are now properly tigerish, and she just stretched out and all her muscles cracked.) And at least the weather is cold, and I don't have to go out today. Oh, and yesterday I met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildestranger, and we talked about the greatness of Merlin, among other things. And that was very cheering a prelude to a not-at-all successful day.
Now, work, cleanliness, getting out of bed without disloding the cat, that sort of thing.
Other things that annoy me include the Royal Mail, RAF Benson and the Bodleian Law Library, which is the ugliest building in the world. It is also a maze of mustard linoleum and hidden staircases, is full of comfy chairs you don't dare sit in - because they are reserved for this person and that person and the OED Commonwealth editors, what - and armies of noisy workmen doing noisy things to the lights, and finding the bathroom is an all-day project. And, of course, being a Bodleian library, if you wish to consult a book, you're stuck there until said book has been consulted. Because it's not on the main site, I lived in hope for its being an actual library out of which you can take books. I was very wrong.
The Royal Mail tried to deliver me a parcel on December 24th. I don't know what said parcel is, except it's a packet that's too big for the letterbox. They tried delivering, didn't, obviously, deliver over Christmas or New Year, so yesterday I went to the post office and said, you know, I asked for a parcel to be redelivered here yesterday, here's my card.
It's not here, they said. They just... haven't delivered it. Don't bother ringing them up, said the woman, they won't answer. And you could try rearranging delivery, but they probably won't do it. You could try picking it up from the collection office? And I very carefully didn't say, I have exams in six days, no car and the collection office is twelve miles away. She shrugged at me and served the next person.
I guess whatever it is will be returned to sender in a week. So - if someone tried to send me something over Christmas, thank you very much, and I really appreciate the thought. I may not be able to thank you more specifically for your kindness, however.
What else? Yes... last night I decided that I was going to Learn From My Mistakes and do Past Questions, and ask my tutors to look at them for me! What do I get this morning? Out-of-office replies. They're away until January 13th. My first exam is on January 13th. Just... why. Why. I appreciate people need holidays, I do. It's just... it would be nice not to fail. Really.
(I'm not actually annoyed with RAF Benson. It's just it's our closest weather observation point, here, and apparently last night it hit something ridiculous like ten degrees below. Just... wow. I love cold weather, I do, but this is impressive.)
And in the rest of the world's news: LiveJournal apparently dying a death (I have my doubts, I must say); I have decided to not pay any attention to what comes out of Ann Coulter's oral sphincter; the Obama family still make me very happy.
I should stop whining at some point, I suppose. Small Cat is on the end of my bed wondering why I haven't got up yet, and licking chimney dust off her paws. (She has grown; her stripes are now properly tigerish, and she just stretched out and all her muscles cracked.) And at least the weather is cold, and I don't have to go out today. Oh, and yesterday I met
wildestranger, and we talked about the greatness of Merlin, among other things. And that was very cheering a prelude to a not-at-all successful day. Now, work, cleanliness, getting out of bed without disloding the cat, that sort of thing.
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on 2009-01-07 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-07 12:40 pm (UTC)Also, BAH to Royal Mail. They are actually getting crapper at this kind of thing, aren't they?
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on 2009-01-07 12:50 pm (UTC)...maybe I should just reconcile myself now to failure. It may be easier in the long run.
Royal Mail defy my understanding at the moment, srsly. I am in all day waiting for a(nother) parcel, but I suspect it may not appear...
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on 2009-01-07 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-07 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-07 01:44 pm (UTC)Also I misread RAF Benson for EF Benson and couldn't understand for the life of me why he could possibly be contributing to your woe because EF Benson is practically the antidote to stress.
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on 2009-01-07 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-07 01:51 pm (UTC)I had not heard of EF Benson! Wikipedia is being very interesting...
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on 2009-01-07 02:04 pm (UTC)