It all started in my ethnomusicology seminar. We did an in-class activity where we had to transcribe the melody from an Afro-Peruvian song, and then write our transcription on an overhead and then have the entire class look at it. This gave me anxiety, even though it wasn't a problem in the end.
Let me mention at this point that my boss scheduled me to work at 3 even though I had class until 3:10. I hate being late for work so I was constantly looking at my watch from 3:00 on. 3:15 rolled around and we were still having class. Someone pointed this out and we started getting up but then there were many announcements relating to our assignment that is due on Thursday. I am not sure when I got out of there, but I knew that I needed coffee before work.
This took me to the MSU Library Cyber Cafe (also known as Sparty's- Library Cyber Cafe Location). For those of you who are familliar with Sparty's, you know that it generally is sub-par in coffee quality, and in service.
When I google-image searched cyber cafe, this photo came up. It has an albino squirrel calendar in the back, which I think deemed it worthy of this blog.Once I was in line, I realized that I had FORGOTTEN MY WALLET at home. However, I had recently done laundry and had some quarters in my bag. I figured out that I had just enough to get a small coffee. So, I asked for a small ICED coffee.
When I got to the register, the price was more than I could pay for and I realized that iced coffee is TWENTY cents more expensive than regular. (My boss later pointed out that this is OLD coffee that you are paying more for.) So I told the cashier I couldn't afford it and asked for a small regular coffee. He asked me if I wanted a tall, I said sure and then he said the SAME PRICE AS THE ICED COFFEE. I repeated that I wanted a SMALL and he said "Oh, tall and small are not the same thing." The point is that he rang me up and I had to take ten pennies out of the "leave a penny, take a penny" bin.
Then came the task of preparing my coffee. I took off the lid and for the first time in history, they had actually filled the cup all the way up- which in most circumstances would be great but I wanted milk. So I drank a little to make room but then I noticed that they were out of splenda on that side, so I had to go to the other coffee station to get a splenda packet. Once I returned to the first station to put cream in the coffee, I found that THEY WERE OUT OF MILK. When I told the person working that they were out of milk, she said, "Oh, thanks for telling us," and walked away. I then had to flag her down again, and ask for milk. She asked me to wait for a second, but finally delivered.
Relieved that I was finally away from Sparty's, I then made my way to the elevator to go to work. I got on, the doors closed, I pressed the button for the fourth floor, and ... NOTHING HAPPENED. THE ELEVATOR WAS BROKEN. We were trapped momentarily until I pressed the first floor button and the doors reopened. I ended up taking the back elevator and arriving at work at 3:35, thirty-five minutes late.
And the following events that sucked:
- All I wanted to do when I got to work was check my email and the internet was down
- After work I had an hour to input grades into angel and somehow they didn't save and I had to do it again
- At jazz band the director FORGOT MY MUSIC TO A PIECE FOR THE FIFTH CONSECUTIVE REHEARSAL. This was the last straw, and I sat off to the side studying vocabulary.
Ok, I feel much better now.
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