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Our internet sucks. The DSL here is the shittiest internet in the world. SBC can blow me. It turns off every 20 minutes or so and we have to restart the modem, jiggle the wires and stand on our head to make it work. I've been experimenting, and I now have it hardwired to the best jack in the house. If this doesn't work, then SBC's getting their damn modem back in a fit of rage and we'll do without since I won't have a 'Plan B' in place.
That's always how I fly on things like that... I'll tell a corporation to "Go fuck yourself" and then realize that I have no other choice but to use their services. We're all slaves to Corporate America. At least in Ohio there are competing utility companies and a regulatory commission.
Today was the last day of orientation. Remember that cool chick with the graphic novels? Yeah, I didn't talk to her or become her friend. Not much, anyway beyond some small talk in the group meeting. I didn't find her at breakfast since I came late. Supposedly, the group leader will be mailing us e-mail addresses for everyone in our groups. Of course, I'll be too much of a pussy to mail her and try to strike up a friendship. Another failed opportunity.
It's weird that I neglected my real friends so badly for most of three years because of social anxiety problems, and now that I'm a world (or five hours) away from them, I miss having them. Maybe it's just a security thing that if I wanted to be social, I could. I'm really fucked up socially, which is something I blame on... well, partially my Burris years. Being an outcast is no way to fly if you ever want to be social, especially during formative years. Then, I've got the friendliness and ability to like everyone from my dad but also his ability to get flustered, and the shyness and awkwardness from my mom. Combine all that with the terrors that were the Giant Flush, and I'm practically a hermit. A confused hermit, but a hermit nonetheless. This myspace thing has helped me a great deal, because I've talked to people more in the past week I've been on this thing than probably the whole year before. Pills would help too.... and prescription coverage is coming soon!
But, before that tangent, I was mentioning how today was the last day of orientation. We got paid our advances, too, but less than I expected because they took taxes out. Jerks. So, we're broke again, this time because our budgeted surplus was eaten by withholding. Amy will be getting paid soon.
Another tangent. Orientation, yes. Orientation was fun, and afterwards I hiked up to McGilvrey to meet the secretary, get my keys and check out my office. She took me to an office down on the third floor, and it was a little scary. She decided for herself that I didn't need to be down there because it was gross. I shrugged, and she led me to a couple other places to choose a desk. I chose a desk in a room that had windows, which was a nice change from my crappy old office at Ball State. Big windows, and big ceilings. I share the office with about... six other people, which is nice because it will force me to be something close to social. Maybe. I'll at least see people sometimes.
I also met with Dr. Banasick and got some ideas about how to teach my class. All of the faculty are more accepting of me than they were the last time I was there on a visit. I guess it makes a difference that I am a part of the department now.
Tomorrow morning is a departmental retreat. I'm nervous as hell, but excited. Should be fun. And terrifying.
That's always how I fly on things like that... I'll tell a corporation to "Go fuck yourself" and then realize that I have no other choice but to use their services. We're all slaves to Corporate America. At least in Ohio there are competing utility companies and a regulatory commission.
Today was the last day of orientation. Remember that cool chick with the graphic novels? Yeah, I didn't talk to her or become her friend. Not much, anyway beyond some small talk in the group meeting. I didn't find her at breakfast since I came late. Supposedly, the group leader will be mailing us e-mail addresses for everyone in our groups. Of course, I'll be too much of a pussy to mail her and try to strike up a friendship. Another failed opportunity.
It's weird that I neglected my real friends so badly for most of three years because of social anxiety problems, and now that I'm a world (or five hours) away from them, I miss having them. Maybe it's just a security thing that if I wanted to be social, I could. I'm really fucked up socially, which is something I blame on... well, partially my Burris years. Being an outcast is no way to fly if you ever want to be social, especially during formative years. Then, I've got the friendliness and ability to like everyone from my dad but also his ability to get flustered, and the shyness and awkwardness from my mom. Combine all that with the terrors that were the Giant Flush, and I'm practically a hermit. A confused hermit, but a hermit nonetheless. This myspace thing has helped me a great deal, because I've talked to people more in the past week I've been on this thing than probably the whole year before. Pills would help too.... and prescription coverage is coming soon!
But, before that tangent, I was mentioning how today was the last day of orientation. We got paid our advances, too, but less than I expected because they took taxes out. Jerks. So, we're broke again, this time because our budgeted surplus was eaten by withholding. Amy will be getting paid soon.
Another tangent. Orientation, yes. Orientation was fun, and afterwards I hiked up to McGilvrey to meet the secretary, get my keys and check out my office. She took me to an office down on the third floor, and it was a little scary. She decided for herself that I didn't need to be down there because it was gross. I shrugged, and she led me to a couple other places to choose a desk. I chose a desk in a room that had windows, which was a nice change from my crappy old office at Ball State. Big windows, and big ceilings. I share the office with about... six other people, which is nice because it will force me to be something close to social. Maybe. I'll at least see people sometimes.
I also met with Dr. Banasick and got some ideas about how to teach my class. All of the faculty are more accepting of me than they were the last time I was there on a visit. I guess it makes a difference that I am a part of the department now.
Tomorrow morning is a departmental retreat. I'm nervous as hell, but excited. Should be fun. And terrifying.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on August 26, 2005 11:47 PM | Permalink
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