We talked to the membership guy at the park last night about our little incident. It turns out that the old man who yelled at me has done this to other people. Who knew! It made me feel a bit better. We agreed to get a non-plastic treat bag. We need one for agility anyway, so it wasn't really a big deal.
Otherwise, life is just.... going. Each day I work work work and seem to accomplish nothing. On Monday, which was supposed to be my big catch up day, I spent 3 hours trying to FTP a new dataset from the company we get our data from. This should have taken 15 minutes. Bye bye afternoon!
Yesterday was a bit better. I actually got my HW for the week done. But guys, I haven't done nearly enough on my project! Gah! And I found out that the 2008 data has fewer ICUs in it because of drop out "due to the economy" and now I have to re-run all my analyses without that year! OMG so annoying!!!
I am also in the process of planning my first committee meeting. It's (hopefully) going to be in November. I am terrified. What is one of these meetings even like? What if I haven't made enough progress?
At least agility class with the Boo is fun, though I am wracked with guilt because it causes Luca to have to go to bed late on Monday night, which tends to screw up his sleep schedule for the week. I've tried to tell him he doesn't have to come, but he wants to. And I understand, because it is fun and "our activity." But then he is tired all week.
So, I work work work all day long, wait eagerly for Luca to arrive home from work. And then he passes out on the couch. Then I eagerly await the weekend, and spend it doing chores feeling like I really ought to be doing schoolwork instead. We had so much to do last weekend that we didn't even get to the grocery store.
Anyway, I shouldn't be grousing so much, since only one of my classes this semester is going to be a waste of my time, but yeah. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a treadmill. Or wading through mud. Or both.
I hear this is what graduate school is.
10 Pearls of Wisdom:
In some bizarre way it's good to know the old bastard is a non-discriminatory bastard, and is a jackass to everyone.
But makes me wonder why they don't toss him.
Ah, sorry for the feeling. I wouldn't stress too much about your committee meeting. One never feels like they have made enough progress, but I know you and I can't imagine that would really be the case.
The worst part is waiting outside the room while they all talk about you (at the beginning and end of the meeting). Other than that you will just give your presentation and answer questions- prepare to be interrupted! Yeah, you will not make it through all your slides. This will be ok.
And your meetings will probably not be the same as mine in any case. Just trying to let you know that you will be fine. It will be out of the way soon! Then bliss (ha) for 6-12 months or so.
If plastic is prohibited, what the heck are you supposed to pick up poop with? Hand-embroidered silk pouches? WTF?!? I can't believe you even had to agree to get non-plastic treat bags -- YOUR dog is fine with the plastic, and OTHER dogs should not be MOLESTING you trying to grab Boo's treats out of your hand. The owners of those other dogs are responsible for any consequences of that behavior, not you.
ARGH!!! This makes me so mad.
FWIW, this is the treat bag I have:
http://www.dog.com/item/kyjen-treat-n-ball-bag/493538/
It's $4, big enough to hold enough treats for several days of walks/training, and has a plastic clip so you can hang it from your belt or waistband, and a drawstring. I like it because it frees up my other hand (which is convenient for holding the leash of your second dog!) :) Before I had this bag, I made myself a treat container by punching two holes in an empty yogurt cup and threading a string through it, and then hanging it around my neck. It worked (unless I ran, in which case treats bounced out of it, so probably not so good for agility) but obviously looked ridiculous.
omdg- tried to warn you when you freaked about the three year old approaching your boo. the comment was not meant to offend, but was edited. this dog park is toxic for you. too much emotion, too many attitudes. too much aggression. get out for your sanity and safety.
Anon -- The only comment for that post I did not publish was the one that had one word in it: bitch. I just checked my comment log of all anonymous comments for that post.
Perhaps your comment didn't go through for some reason? Blogger snafu?
no omdg, sorry, that was me. a sliver of funny since it is a dog park, but three year olds are three year olds everywhere. even if the parents are ignorant irresponsible jerks. someday you will agree, methinks
Huh. I guess I don't think you're very funny then.
ok. i am still your fan and wish you the best.
why don't they boot the guy out? If this is what he does to other members..
Totally missing the point of the post here, but isn't it spelled 'rinse'?
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