I ate my wafer...

2/05/2005

Irony.

A. Knock over a glass of red wine into laptop less than a week after sending desktop harddrive in for replacement.

B. Panic and flip laptop over into lap...of nice khaki pants.

C. While laptop is disabled (keyboard removed for rinse/bake), order new keyboard.

D. Discover that the @#$%^& Law school thinks that I transfered or otherwise did not return. (Which is quite hard to fix withough internet).

E. Finally track down Law School minions, convince them that I have been attending classes for the last two weeks:

Minion: Well the computer said that you should be deenrolled, that you didn't return after break...
Bob: But I've been in class.
Minion: We can't tell that from here...
Bob: I have class RIGHT ACROSS THE HALL from this office 3 days a week....
Minion: We're not allowed to check on that, we've never actually checked if someone was going to class before.
Bob: But the computer also said that I had moved back into my room...
Minion: Well, yes we were going to send you a bill for that...
Bob: But my room is free...
Minion: Not if you don't want to be a law student anymore, and haven't started classes...
Bob: (Deep Breath) Why would I live here if I wasn't still a law student? Couldn't you just check with the professors or something before deenrolling me?
Minion: Why would we check to see if you were in class? You're here right now...

F. After straigtening all of that out, discover that I had saved my keyboard, right after dropping $22 on a new one. Sigh. at least it was funny.


(I must have pissed off the woodeleves/Irony Fairy badly this week!)

5 Comments:

  • well, i'll gess yull jess have two sho her, won't you?
    yure faree can just ete it. fonics rok my world!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 3:52 AM  

  • I would like to meet this "irony fairy"... is she hot?

    By Blogger Krupa, at 10:59 AM  

  • Bob, get your sweet ass down here thursday! NOW! NOW! NOW! ...fag

    By Blogger Finite, at 6:53 PM  

  • Pete, I dunno if the Irony Fairy is hot or not, it is merely a way to anthromorphize the realizely high level of irony in my life.

    The woodelves, as most Hillsdale people know, are an invention of my father and I's to explain away various supersitions his mother has. Example:

    Bob's Grandmother: We must eat sauerkraut and hot dogs on New Year's day.

    Bob's Dad (sotto voice to Bob): The woodelves really like it when we eat sauerkraut on New Years, I wonder what pagan holiday that corresponds to.

    By Blogger Bob, at 8:31 PM  

  • Oh, and what's happening this Thursday that requires my presence? I did sort of plan to be in Hillsdale some this weekend as I need to visit the bank in Montpelier...

    By Blogger Bob, at 9:25 PM  

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