I hate the lids on the Taco Bell cups. They never fit right, and 3 out of 4 times I end up spilling some of my drink on my shirt or on the table. Tonight was no exception…good thing it was just an undershirt.
I feel like one of those people who couldn’t make it at a good engineering school, and went to some shitty school where they baby you, designed the damned things. I can hear some crappy prof who only has their MS and teaches some CivE class with 5 students in it saying; “Oh, you suck at using cad, don’t worry, no one will die on your shitty bridge. The point is you tried hard.” or “It’s ok if the lines don’t match up exactly, it is only a Taco Bell lid, it isn’t like someone is going to spill on anything important,” as I walk back into work looking like a jerk with a big red stain on my light blue shirt.
Bastards, all the schools like U of I and MIT should set standards for shitty small schools. That would make my deflated U of I grades look better against U of M grads around here.
Oh well…enough bitching about Taco bell.
In other news, the table top is off of the legs. That thing is freaking heavy. It was hard to guide it off the bolts on the main legs by myself. Good thing I’m a beefcake. !BEEFCAKE!
The desk is apart, the computer monitor is sitting on top of the beer fridge, and the tunes-box is sitting on top so I have music while I work.
Next I move the boxes sitting in front of the bookshelf and entertainment center to where the table used to be, so there is room to get those out of here tomorrow. That is, if I get a freaking Uhaul. There isn’t a single one of those in the city it seems like. Oh well, it may be more expensive, but there are some other trucks I think I can get.
Well, back to work.