Thursday, April 24, 2003
Well, after much whining, debating, screaming, tearing of hair, and general agony, I have at last decided on a schedule for next semester. For now, anyway: I might get lucky with add/drop periods.
Monday and Wednesday
ART 321M -- Intermediate Figure Painting
ART 316K -- Beginning Life Drawing
Tuesday and Thursday
ART 321K -- Intermediate Painting
E 372L -- The American Renaissance
E 376L -- English Language and its Social Context
Not the ideal schedule -- as usual, the English classes I really wanted were either closed or cancelled. But we shall see what happens with the advent of the add/drop period, oh yes, we shall see. And note the happy absence of Friday classes -- even with my limited resources, I managed to create a schedule for a 15-hour courseload that also allows me to have Fridays off! Yay!
In other news, I've enjoyed some Automobile Adventures over the past week. On Sunday afternoon, a customer -- we'll call him Mr. Personality -- wheeled through the Starbucks drive-through. Now, Mr. Personality is one of our least favorite regulars because he has such a demanding and sour attitude. He orders an Americano with a shot of mocha -- and if it's not exactly perfect, he complains incessantly. Anyway, so I had made his drink, and handed it to him. I didn't realise that he had ordered another cup of coffee as well, so when I told him "bye, have a nice day" and he gave me a funny look, I immediately asked if he needed something else.
"Yeah," he said rudely, "I want my other drink!"
My co-worker was in the process of making his drink, and I told Mr. Personality that it would be ready momentarily. Then, as I turned away from the window, I heard a strange sound. It sounded kind of like the noise of popping bubble wrap -- only much louder. I peered out the drive through window just as the smoke started billowing from Mr. Personality's BMW. I could barely contain my laughter.
"Um, I think your engine just blew up," I said.
True to form, Mr. Personality -- though his eyes were wide and he looked kind of shocked -- answered contemptuously, "No, I think a hose busted."
Sure enough, it was a hose -- to his coolant. One of my co-workers and APD Officer Sarcastic pushed the car out of our drive-through and into the parking lot. A massive pool of green anti-freeze was dribbling down the low incline of the drive-through.
"It looks like some alien bled everywhere," remarked my shift supervisor, who came across the scene as he returned from his lunch break. He was even more amused when he realised whose car had blown up.
But even though it was a guilty pleasure to see Mr. Personality get his comeuppance, the best part was, we got to shut down the drive-through while the Austin Fire Department acted as clean-up crew. The cat litter that had been spread over the green mess was gone too soon however -- and although we made an attempt to convince them to leave the cone block in front of the drive-through entrance, there was no such luck. Oh, well.
Yesterday's car trouble was a lot less amusing, mostly because it was MY car trouble. It seems that I've had a lot of vehicular difficulties lately -- from irremovable oil caps, to weird fuel-injector problems... and of course, flat tires...
I walked outside to get my sketchbook from the car on Tuesday evening, only to discover that I had evidently run over something that had punctured my right front tire, which was very, very flat. I was not happy... It wasn't like my low tire a few weeks ago, which retained enough air for me to drive to Wally World and have it patched. So, I knew I had no choice but to ask for help...
lydaclunas7: Micki
Mick7151: hey
lydaclunas7: when you get home tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning... do you want to help me do something? *big pleading eyes*
Mick7151: ya
lydaclunas7: OK. Because I have a flat tire. Again.
Mick7151: ok
Mick7151: what?
lydaclunas7: Yeah -- only it's bad enough that I think I can't just drive it on up to Wally World and have them fix it, like I did last time
lydaclunas7: Oh -- it's not the same one. It's the other front tire. Am I having bad car luck lately or what?
Mick7151: LOL
Mick7151: hahahahaha
Mick7151: ok - that's not funny
Mick7151: you really can't change your tire?
Mick7151: oh Teri
lydaclunas7: I know I am SAD and PATHETIC
Mick7151: I knew that I should have made you change a tire a long time ago
Mick7151: like my uncle did to me - I just knew it
lydaclunas7: well, see, at least it deflated here, in the parking lot
lydaclunas7: it could have been worse
lydaclunas7: I could have been stranded on the side of the road
lydaclunas7: and been even more of a loser
Mick7151: *snickers*
Mick7151: I know this isn't funny
Mick7151: but come on
Mick7151: it kinda is
lydaclunas7: yeah... I guess.
Mick7151: but yes - I will help you
lydaclunas7: OK...
lydaclunas7: thank you!
So, long story short, I did learn to change my tire yesterday morning. I also learned that Saturns have wimpy jacks and fake lugnuts.
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