I just found my soldering iron. I'd been looking for it for a few months to try to finish a project I'm working on to get more computer science education into children's museums. I found it while I was looking for a wrench somewhere in my desk.
Why a wrench? I want to find a wrench because I hate my chair. Combined with my desk, the whole setup was built for someone much taller than me, and I cannot get into any position in which my right arm doesn't feel like I'm trying to twist it off my body while I use my mouse. Most of the time, it's not a big deal. I use my laptop a lot and I tend to avoid my desk.
However, there is a current combination that's screwing up my arm.
1. The loss of my laptop (it's on the fritz, gonna die any second),
2. My current mood of "Every second I don't work is one second longer I have to spend in this hell-hole."
So, I'm doing a lot of work at my desk. And so my arm is aching like fucking hell, and I want to take it out on my chair by ripping it's arms off. I'm also stressed about the loss of my laptop, my lack of "good research" (whatever the heck that means), and other general financial malaise that comes with being a graduate student. It's really no mystery to me why people quit. For all those reasons, I'm trying to find a wrench.
Instead, I found my soldering iron.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
you didn't perhaps find our birth certificate with that soldering iron, did you? we are going to need them for mexico...
i know they are in this house somewhere, just not exactly sure where. the hunt begins this afternoon (have to wear the dog's ass out first).
*let that read certificateS
Thanks tejaswi. Nothing on the chair yet, since the wire-cutters I found didn't do much in the wrench deparment. Stay tuned.
I didn't find any birth certificates, but I did have to recently get a new one from the Oregon Department of Vital Statistics because the one I had was on very old fascimile paper and had oxidized and turned completely black. Weird.
Post a Comment