Thanks to Ben, I just found out that I attended (and am now employed by) the #4 party school in the nation, according to the Princeton Review. Some things just make you burst with pride.
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I didn’t plan on going out for lunch, but somebody stole my Hot Pocket from the freezer in the copy room. And then, while I was gone, somebody stole my parking space. And the only parking space left was down the road, past construction, in a lot that isn’t really a lot, about a five-minute walk in the bitter cold from my office.
Sometimes, I think the universe is conspiring against me so I’ll have crap like this to write about in my weblog.
| It feels much colder than this outside. My Weather Pixie is obviously handling winter much better than I am. Thanks to Sharon for the link. |
Will people think poorly of me if I skip today’s faculty/staff meeting? Do I care? I don’t want to go, no one’s told me I have to go, and I don’t think they’ll be giving me the Employee of the Year award.
So why am I worried that skipping it might be a bad idea? Why can’t I “ditch class” without feeling guilty about it?