*waves at angrykat
* I got your message this afternoon. The barista who conveyed it was much amused when I explained it. (Not quite as amused as Francis seemed to be the other day, but still amused.)
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My Scripting Languages class was cancelled last night. I was sitting in the hall reading the newspaper, as I often do while waiting for the instructor to show up and open the door to the classroom, when one of my classmates came over and told me that there was a sign on the door which neither of us had thought to look at, despite both of us having been there for 20 or 30 minutes. (Oy.) There was a third member of the class who had been sitting nearby, but he had given up waiting in the hall and had gone to the lab to check his email - he hadn't thought to check the door either. Strangely, only the three of us were actually there the whole time - I don't know why nobody else had shown up, unless the instructor had sent out an email that the three of us hadn't gotten.
It also seems that about half the class has dropped out over the past month or so. Including, unfortunately, the cute young guy that I would talk to during our breaks, who hasn't shown up since the third week of classes or so. (I've been thinking about emailing him to find out what happened to him, since he'd given me his email address during the first week. I think that was for innocent class-related purposes, though.) But that doesn't explain why only three of us showed up last night - there are still about ten people in the class.
Anyhow, since class was cancelled, I came back home and was able to get dinner by 8:30. (Okay, I didn't come straight
home - I spent about 45 minutes in the lab working on the lab exercise from Monday night's class that I hadn't finished because I had spent the last couple of nights working on my C# assignment. I still can't seem to get part of it to work, though - the VBScript interpreter won't let me ReDim an array.)
In other news, I had a call yesterday from a recruiter whom I first heard from several months ago. He has a government contract available, and while it's not a perfect match for my experience, he still thought of me because it was a good match for my skill set. (It entails writing a lot of JCL and modifying the batch schedule using CA7. I've done both extensively, though usually hand-in-hand with application development, of which there is none in this position. This is more of an Operations type role, but it's 9-5 with no on-call responsibilities.) He's sending me a skills matrix that I have to fill out, and then he's submitting my resume. *fingers crossed*
I just remembered, I have to call my mother at some point because my father called the other night to ask what was going on for Christmas. I'm not looking forward to this conversation. Then again, I'm also not particularly looking forward to calling my father back once I find out what my mother wants to do. He's getting a bit... strange. In his phone message the other day, he said: "This is your estranged father. Not your 'strange father,' but 'estranged.'" (WTF? He isolated himself by moving to Emsdale, since neither my mother nor I drive and Emsdale is in the middle of nowhere.) He then said: "I guess you've gotten yourself a night watchman job. Ha ha." Note that that's not actually laughter, nor even a chuckle - he literally said, "ha ha". Sort of like Nelson on "The Simpsons," but with less mirth.
Fortunately, my family's Christmas festivities for the past several years have entailed my father driving down from Emsdale and the three of us meeting up in a restaurant for dinner somewhere. Nothing big, and it's all overwith within about three hours, though there have been years where those three hours have felt like three days. I guess this means I should start my Christmas shopping, though it won't be this weekend as I have my Scripting Languages assignment to do.
I think I've mentioned that for the last little while, I've been listening to the songs on my iTunes in alphabetical order by song title. While it's good for randomizing the group or album that I'm hearing at any particular moment, sometimes it can give some odd results. A couple of weeks ago I was in the L's, meaning that I was hearing nothing but songs whose titles started with the word "love" for days. Now I'm in the O's, which allowed me to realize just how redundant some of my music library is. Even I
find five different versions of "Opportunities (Let's Make Lots Of Money)" a touch excessive, especially when they all play one after the other...