Y2kk Update: Well, it's official...

Microsoft officially hates me.

They didn't call me back.

Motherfuckers...

...

Eh, the STE interview was a longshot anyhew. Sure, I'm still pissed that I got a hardcore coding question on the spot, while my friend got some wussy ass testing one instead, like I wanted in the damn first place...

But still, it's embarrassing. My friend got me this interview, expecting that any sort of code monkey could get past the first interview with ease. And yet I made him look like an idiot, because I goddam choked on the spot...

... just fucking great...

... and, well...

I do have other means of redeeming myself in the eyes of the Lords of programming. Unfortunately, they're sort of mandatory means, if I want to get any sort of marks whatsoever in school, and finally get out of this fucking bitch of a university...

I've spent two damn weeks straight on my Software Engineering II project for the year. It's just a fucking CVS kind of file synchronization, concurrent editing system, for multiple graph types and other pointless shit like that... Nothing special. If you saw my project in person, you'd think a two dollar idiot could've programmed what I've done...

The whole project (programming and SRS documents and all) is worth 60% of my final grade in the course, however... And while I was standing away in Church on Easter Sunday, trying to keep my back straight while feeling aching pain like a goddam old man, I finally realized something... a moment of clarity...

My program didn't fucking work.

Fucking hell. After more than a damn week, my program didn't work...

... uggh...

So I made a resolve that morning... to finish my damn Soft Eng assignment, no matter what the cost that day...

... and I did it...

... after ten or eleven straight hours of being butt fucked right up the ass by my computer, I pretty much did finish the huge ass assignment...

... well, that one assignment anyhew...

Because while I did that one, I still have my Internetworking Kazaa programming assignment left to do...

... and I only have one damn day left to do it all... all of it... uggh...

... gotta start, I mean...

... choices, choices... where were my priorities?... flying dick, my ass...

I never make good decisions... but at least after the Microsoft fiasco, my Soft Eng assignment gives me something to feel proud of for once...

...

The thing is, I don't want to just feel proud of doing a damn programming assignment anymore.

I want money, goddammit!

Why can't I at least be paid for the interview?

Where's my goddam minimum wage?

Give me back my five bucks, you Microsoft bitch!...

... uggh...

... I was so hoping for actual income for once, just for once...

... and maybe for a job, that would actually garner me some respect (and maybe some loathing and fear) amongst my peers for once...

... but noooo... once again, I get shafted right up the ass... especially considering the fact that no other company (not even crappy Deloitte of all damn companies) is giving me a call for an interview...

...

Last week was the Design Fair for my year at the University of Toronto. It's when all the graduating engineers get to show off the real-world projects they've been working on for the past nine or so months. And some projects were really damn cool... There was a wifi, adhoc bittorrent client for PDAs. There was a distributed, streaming video system that reduces UDP loss by having multiple sources send segments at once, ala Bittorrent style. And of course, there was my close friends' project, about getting live road traffic feeds from across the GTA, appear onto both your cellphone and your PDA in real-time... It was pretty damn cool, and a hell of a lot of work from what I hear...

The thing is, sure I was still dressed up that design fair day, thanks to having my Microsoft interview and all...

But I just felt so damn woefully inadequate compared to all the other people around me...

I mean, sure some of them were dressed basically in civies. Hell, a couple of Chinese bitches were literally dressed in their Hong Kong slutware while presenting their project big board, much to the gawking and googling delight of all the eighty year old virgin professors there...

But most presenters were in a dress shirt at least. Some were dressed up as hell in a suit and tie...

And I just felt so out of place, you know? I just feel bad for not taking the design project this year...

Sure, it would've given me a hell of a lot more work to do than I already have. But still... there's just something so satisfying, about completing a big ass project like my friends did last Thursday...

... I don't know... I guess I just want something to be proud of for once...

... and all I'm left with, are damn assignments that I've been left with... because all my friends were doing their design projects and had no time for their regular class shit...

... damn...  I wish I could con a moron like me into doing all their work...

... sigh... that would be something to be proud of, at least...

... without a single damn phone call back...

... fucking bitch...

... flamemycrowsoft, indeed...

Y2kk Update: The definition of insanity: to keep doing the same exact task, over and over again, always expecting a different result...

... or so I've been told...

Well, golly gee whiz then...

... I definitely must be insane...

Because what the fuck is up with me and fucking second terms of university?!...

...

Okay, I don't know whether to just call it weather-based or an ancient tropical curse or whatnot, but seriously... Why the fuck do I always fuck up my second term of each and every year at the University of Toronto?

First year, I guess that was my only year where my second term went alright... I had a bit of help though. I had failed Algebra miserably the first term, so I was allowed to replace one of my more busy courses in second term with the easiest half of Algebra...

Second year though, was where everything just started to go wrong... I blamed it back then on the overreliance of my university on the electrical engineering division. Because seriously, a computer engineer like me should not have 80% of his fucking courses all being 100% based on electrical engineering... Then again, I had electrical courses in second year first term too, and did just fine in those... sort of...

So why the fuck did I get 9% on that Electronics midterm that second term?...

And as for my Electricity and Magnetism course, I can pretty much root the beginnings of all my modern troubles back then and there... The stupid fucking TA had blamed me for cheating on a tiny little quiz. The quiz was open book for Christ's sakes - he ignored everyone in the damn class who were actually cheating by writing all the solutions down into their books, while blaming me for just looking once at the back of my book where just part of the answer was written by the goddam book publishers...

The quiz was only worth 2% of my final mark though... Since I didn't want to risk going to the professor over that pathetic debacle, I let him give me a bloody hell zero on that quiz...

... only to find out months later that... umm...

... I failed that fucking course in second term, by one fucking percent...

... by one fucking percent?... oh, the fucking irony...

... and ay, there lies the rub...

And since then? Everything has been downhill...

Third year's first term went alright. Not great, but alright... But second term? Thanks to having to take Electricity and Magnetism all over again as a sixth course on top, I bombed all my other courses at the finals...

Fuck... I failed Computer Complexity with a 20% on that final... I failed Control Systems thanks to a 25% on that midterm...

... and oh yes, did I mention that I would've failed Electricity and Magnetism all over again, if it wasn't for the professor actually being nice for once?... Why the fuck couldn't he have given me that one more percent last year?... fucktard...

... yeah... last year's second term really, really, ridiculously sucked as far as I'm concerned...

...

Now, first term this year went alright. Should've went better, but as always, it went alright...

But second term right now? As if I'm caught in some sort of infinite loop or some shit like that... even though I'm working my ass off in my courses (compared to previous years at least), I'm still getting royally fucked all over the place...

The definition of insanity, baby.

This fucking school is making me go crazy...

...

I got a fucking 44% on my Economics midterm this term...

In Economics?!

IN FUCKING ECONOMICS?!?

What the fuck?!?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing... In one of my so-called bird courses for the term, I was now officially failing the damn course. And if my Chinese dad, ever the wannabe businessman, ever saw my mark in that course, he's whoop my ass so bad that even China would have to chime in on children's rights...

Then there's the damn two courses I'm retaking this term... Computer Complexity has gone alright so far, I suppose. I got 60% on the first test, 70% on the first assignment...

The problem is... those are the same fucking marks that I got in the same course last year... before I fucking failed it all...

And what about Control Systems?... Second time taking the course, and I STILL choke on the midterm... No, I haven't gotten that mark back yet. And yes, I do expect it at least be higher than the pathetically embarrassing 25% I got last year, but... How the fuck am I supposed to pass the course this year, when I'm just as fucking clueless as I was last year?...

Fucking second terms...

And hell, even in my easier fourth year computer engineering courses, I'm still getting my ass kicked and name taken...

I just got back my Internetworking midterm... I thought the midterm was pretty reasonable. I thought that I would do decently well, as in 65-70% or some crap like that... But then I remembered how fucking easy I thought the Distributed Systems midterm last year was, only to find myself with a 60% when the class average was eighty...

Well, at least I can take some solace this term, that the class average for the "easy" Internetworking midterm, was only just above fifty goddam percent...

... but really...

Does that really make me feel any better, considering I got a fucking 37% on that fucking, goddam exam?...

... uggh... even for a course that seems so damn simple, I end up way below the class average, yet again...

... some things never change...

And knowing how poorly I'm going to do in my two third year courses again, it's more than likely that my term average will dip below 60% yet again...

Which means what?

Which means I'll have to take the whole fucking term over again next year... yet fucking again...

The definition of insanity, baby...

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing the same, or doing differently...

... all I know is, the end results are always the same...

And I'm fucking going insane here...

...

Well...

At least there's one new thing to report amongst all my remedial whining... although here comes more whining, actually...

I finally had the first real job interview of my life.

And it was with Microsoft, of all goddam companies...

...

I still owe my friend for the interview. Microsoft wouldn't look at my pathetically barren resume, so one of my friends who worked at MS over the summer, just called up his recruiter and got me a damn interview for a Seattle internship...

I just wish I could've paid him back with... you know... money... from having a job and income, you know...

Because suffice to say, short story short, the interview didn't exactly go as planned...

I had prepared the entire night before with hundreds of Microsoft riddle type questions... Like the one about the colour of the bear. Or the two-break gold bar. Or the two fire ropes... or the weighing of the airplane... or the bridge and the flashlight... or the jelly beans in the bowl... or hell, even the Die Hard 3 classic, of one jug of five litres, and one jug of three...

I wasn't just ready for the riddle type questions. Since I was going for a Software Testing Engineering position, I prepared myself with all the possible testing questions they could give me... Like how to test a saltshaker? How to test a vending machine? How to properly test a keyboard? And maybe even how to fucking test whether a man is going insane or not...

... fucking second terms...

Because yes, I did prepare for the Microsoft interview with programming questions as well. Although I bulked up on the easier ones, like how to write "atoi", or how to reverse an array of integers without a temp variable... or how to reverse a singly linked list... or the ever proverbial, cool ass question: how to find a cycle in a linked list in just O(logn) time...

I thought I was prepared...

... the definition of insanity, baby...

...

When I went into the interview, of course the first thing I did was shake my interviewer's hand, and ask how she was. She responded in kind of course, and told me about herself... Apparently, she had worked as a software testing engineering at Microsoft for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS. She was diehard programmer full-out and straight-through, and apparently worked on all the testing for Bungie's own Halo 2...

... she was probably from Eastern Europe, considering her accent... and the fact that she called me"E-van"...

And as soon as she mentioned Halo 2? Being the Xbot geek that I am, you better believe my video gaming ass jumped all over that... With a halo over my head for good measure, I promptly put her on a pedestal and sucked her fucking cock over how great that game turned out to be. I never admitted of course that it wasn't as good as the first Halo... But when she asked me the usual interview question, "Why do you want to be a Software Testing Engineer?", I instantly began to use Halo 2 as an example... I complimented Microsoft on their Xbox Live system preventing cheating, and marveled how her and her team pretty much curbed any software cheats that online gamers could possibly implement. I then talked about how software testing and just testing in general is what really defines and makes or breaks the true user experience, just as much as any core fundamentals... Halo 2 is simply remarkable. But just a simple bug like the router-firewall stonewall glitch, is enough to make even the most carefully planned and plotted out game into something completely unplayable and unbearable...

... not that I used those exact terms, mind you...

I could tell that she was complimented that I knew so much about the work she had done on Halo 2... but... umm...

... I'm not so sure it was such a bright idea... to bring up the fact that she missed a fucking huge bug in Halo 2...

... might've hit a nerve there...

Because she didn't give me a riddle question.

She didn't give me a testing question either.

Guess what the fuck was the only question she asked me?...

Just my fucking luck...

... ahem...

"You're given an array of random integers in C. Sort the array, putting the odd numbers at the front of the array and the even numbers at the end of the array, in maximum O(n) time"...

... and, umm...

Yes, to a programmer, that question doesn't seem so hard at first glance... and it wasn't that hard in retrospect, once you figured out the key to getting it down to O(n) time...

But fucking hell... I fucking suck at programming...

Where the fuck was my riddle question? Or at least give me a Ritalin question! Fucking hell bitch...

Alright, so I started coding...

My first attempt ended up similar to bubble sort. Sure, the solution would work... but there was just so many damn swaps everywhere, that my solution was worst case O(n^2)... which fucking sucked, of course...

I asked her a bunch of questions before starting my second time, since I knew MS interviewers just want to hear your logic...

... the problem is, my fucking logic sucks... and she knew it...

My second try at solving the problem, I coded the solution in worst case O(n^2) time again, although this time was slightly better... I had a for loop going forward, and a for loop going backwards. Whenever one loop would find a number that didn't belong on its half, then it would run the other for loop until it found a number to swap with...

I knew it was close to the real solution... and I also fucking knew that she was getting fucking pissed at my incompetence...

I mean, here we were, short on time and with her being short on patience... She's been a top level Microsoft programmer FOR EIGHT FUCKING YEARS. And I could just see her rolling her eyes at me, that a fucking monkey should be able to code this problem in O(n) time...

I asked her more questions before trying my solution again... When I still didn't get the hint, she actually pretty much told me the fucking thing that I was missing... I needed a "last index" variable to keep track of where my two arrays were. That way, I would only have to cover half of the array with each for loop essentially, and the two for loops become O(n) worst case... She had to fucking actually write the idea down for me on my paper, since I was so fucking clueless that I couldn't understand what the fuck she was saying...

Short story short?...

I fucking choked...

After I finished coding it the right way, she didn't give me any more questions... She didn't give me a riddle. She didn't even give me a requisite testing question to redeem myself with...

Instead, she just asked if I had any questions of my own... I asked her what she liked most and disliked most about working at Microsoft... she answered politely, and I shook her hand before departing... but I could see in her eyes...

... that I was a fucking moron as far as she's concerned...

The only question then, is how well everyone else fared in their Microsoft interviews then, right?...

...

Well, one my friends had an interview with MS the very next day at my school...

For the same damn position...

Only this time, he had a different interviewer...

I had a fucking top level programmer as my interviewer...

He had a business, marketing recruiter as his...

My question was an on-the-spot, coding question in fucking C...

His questions?...

... ahem...

"How would you test a pencil?"...

... and...

"Please define intelligence?"...

... uggh...

How would you test a pencil?... gee golly whiz, I wonder how, right?... First you check whether it's mechanical or regular. Since it was regular, then you test if it writes too darkly (HB, etc...). Then you test how strong the graphite is (if the lead falls out). Then you sharpen it to test the resolution. Then you break it to test how durable it is. Then you test the eraser to see how effective it is. Then you test chewing or eating it, to see whether you'd ever get sued by parents or not... and so forth, and so forth...

He got two easy questions that he bullshitted his way through... lucky son of a bitch...

While I got a fucking bitch who marked my ass and nuked my name...

... God, I hate second terms...

...

... because ah yes, the definition of insanity, baby...

To repeat the same damn task, over and over again, always expecting different results...

Second term is always a bitch, no matter what I do... no matter what I try...

Nothing ever fucking changes.

... and it's fucking driving me insane...

I mean, seriously... WHAT THE FUCK?!?

... I am slowly going crazy...

... 1-2-3-4-5-6-7...

... I am slowly going crazy...

... umm...

... 1-2-3-4-5-6-7...

...

Y2kk Update: Well, this week was embarrassing...

... depending who you ask...

Thursday, March 3rd in particular...

... of course, depending on who you ask...

...

... because if you asked me?

Then yeah, I'd definitely spout out all the venemous vomit plaguing my interiors, that this past week hasn't exactly been one of my favourite pastimes to behold...

For one thing, I've been sick all week... Now, I don't know if that flu shot I had is having absolutely no effect, or if it has at least stemmed the flu I'm having now just a tiny goddam bit or something... Either way, while I haven't been reeling over in vomit or pain or anything, my head is still aching, my throat is still throbbing, I'm coughing up a lung...

... and oh yes, did I mention that I'm still fucking ringless?...

...

... sure, at times I sound like a broken record... or a thirty year old female whore after being the bridesmaid for the tenth goddam time...

But I want my fucking ring, dammit!...

Yeah, I tried to argue with the iron ring office. I checked whether they had printed out my admit card or not, despite what their e-mail said... But yeah, rules are rules, no matter how much I wanted to cheat them... I'm technically not graduating this year. So technically, I don't deserve my fucking iron ring...

Last summer, to be honest, I no longer know what I was thinking... Since all my close friends at the time were going off to co-op, I thought it'd be just fun to purposely hold my graduation off for a year... I could get all my courses done this year, especially since I still have those two damn courses I failed last year on my agenda. And then next year, I could get a full time job in the city while doing the Design Project with my old friends on the side... and then I could graduate with them... It sounded like a decent plan, didn't it?...

But I guess I didn't really have much foresight, into realizing how embarrassing it would be this year for me, after making new friends... or just getting to know some old acquaintances more than I used to, you know...

Yesterday, just out of bitterness and stalkerness, I walked with a couple of my friends to University College, where they were having the iron ring ceremony... Another friend of mine caught us along the way, and unfortunately for me, he was one of the few who didn't know that I wasn't graduating this year... I didn't tell him anything though on the way. I just made my usual jokes about the whole charade with the couple of friends I was with, who did know about my situation...

... when we reached University College, where fucking 80-year alumni were literally serving as entrance-way bodyguards, I waited for that one unknowing friend of mine to use his admit card to get in... and then I said good luck and have fun to the couple of friends who did know about my situation... although it burned me a bit when they ignored my plea and didn't quite look back...

So, in my last humble act to restore at least some of my dignity, I went out with a lame joke... It's always been part of my poutine of a daily routine, to go raid University College for their free Toronto Star newspapers. So at the entrance-way, before the damn alumni bodyguard could fall over and kill his aging body to block my way, I picked up a Toronto Star paper, and simply smiled to him, "I came for the newspaper. I ain't going away empty handed"...

... doesn't change the fact that I was still embarrassed, that I was the only one not getting the damn iron ring...

... and it didn't change the fact that we had a Internetworking midterm right after the ceremony, which I promptly bombed, thank you very much...

...

Yeah, my friends and I took some pictures after the ceremony. They were all in their suits still, while I was obviously leftover in my civies, stealing from the iron ring reception the only damn free pizza left on the table... The first half of the pictures were only for the guys in suits. Then later on, myself and another guy who wasn't graduating got in on the digital action, if that sounds good at least... and I don't know. It's not just that I'm completely not photogenic. And it's not just that I'm also completely unhygienic either... I just didn't feel comfortable to be recorded on camera in anything less than a suit with my peers that night. My pride easily Mr. dithers and wilts, don't you know...

Should I be embarrassed? Probably not... What's one delayed year until I get my fucking iron ring really going to do in the grand scheme of things? I get to hopefully relax next year (unless I fucking fail courses this term... knock on online wood...), as my returning friends from co-op all stress themselves out to the max. And I get to use the connections that all my graduating friends from this year will eventually set up with their graduating jobs, am I right?...

... still... maybe it's just the sickness talking... or maybe it's the fact that yet again, I failed yet another fucking midterm while I was gagging on my own goddam hork and return to Zork, but...

... all I wanted was that goddam iron ring...

... I want my fucking iron ring...

... my goddam bling bling...

... even if it wasn't really iron...

... even if it somehow looked rusted, despite being stainless steel...

... even if it looked so damn cheap, that I literally could win one in a goddam gumball lottery... but...

... yeah, if you asked me?...

... considering I've been waiting for this moment for four, long goddam years?...

... then yeah, I would still be standing here a lot more proud today...

... if only I was flipping off the middle finger to the alumni association... with my goddam, fucking ring...

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Y2kk Update: ... uggh...

... goddammit... me and my big, fat, goddam mouth...

Just after I get back inside after shoveling about two fucking feet of snow here in the boonies, I check my goddam e-mail, only to find that...

... umm?...

... my university?...

... my fucking University of Toronto?...

... they're... not... letting... me... get... my... fucking... ring?

WHAT THE FUCK?!...

... uggh...

... yeah, I don't care if I ain't graduating this year, technically...

I don't care if I'm fucking trying to cheat the system out of a goddam worthless ring...

I'm in fucking fourth year of engineering, dammit!

I WANT MY FUCKING RING!

GIVE ME MY FUCKING RING!...

God...

... they're already sending me phone calls and e-mails for bloody hell "Graditude" money...

So why the hell won't they just give me my fucking ring?!...

... goddammit, Powell...

... I'm tired, I'm cold... I'm sick...

... and now I'm iron fucking ringless...

... seriously, does it all sound like fun now?...

... uggh... just fucking great...

... what a winter wonderland it has been...

Y2kk Update: ... uggh... you can bet your ass I'm tired...

I just finished writing and proof-reading a goddam 69 page SRS document for my goddam Software Engineering class... Sure, my partners in that course did most of the writing work for me... But I hate doing any work, goddammit!... And if I'm going to have to go through 69 fucking pages of shit, I would like some goddam action myself, 69 style, from a fucking hot girl at least...

... Elektra and her mom at the same time would do quite nicely, thank you very much...

... and, well... the sad thing is, no matter how detailed our SRS document is, I just know that the goddam professor is going to rip us apart... half for writing too damn much, and half for not writing goddam enough... uggh...

... and now it's snowing...

... it's snowing up here in the GTA, at least a foot or two tonight...

... which means I get to break out the shovel yet again... and beat myself over the head with an ugly stick until its all goddam said and done...

... so yeah, you can bet you're ass I'm tired...

... I need a fucking vacation...

...

... Short story short, it's been a long week for me. On all accounts, to say the least... with some things for better or worse, actually...

... *cough* obsession *cough*...

... but, ahem... I digress...

This was the week of the NBA trade deadline. And considering how fucking much the Toronto Raptors suck, and considering I now officially won't get to see any goddam NHL hockey this season, the NBA tradeline was supposed to be my only goddam thrill for the whole fucking year... All I've been looking forward to for the past six months, is a goddam Raptors trade that didn't suck as much as that lameass Vince Carter one did... I literally sat by a computer for three hours straight before the trade deadline, constantly refreshing the browser screen in the faint, dismal, Richie Pedophile hope of actually getting a decent player or two for the team...

... and then fucking Rob Babcock, current GM (at least for now...) of the Toronto Raptors, blatantly says at a fucking press conference... that even though we're one of the worst teams in the entire league right now... even though almost half of our goddam locker room has demanded to been traded... even though the fucking coach is attacking his players, while goddam cats and dogs are living together in harmony... that, well?... Babcock still thinks we're a good enough team to actually make a run at the playoffs... and that we're good enough right now, to not make a trade?!...

What the fuck is he smoking?!... his own goddam cock, that's what...

... this is coming from the same guy, who traded away our only superstar for three disgruntled players, who literally have an average of 1PPG combined when player for the Toronto Raptors?... three players who will still be fucking up the Raptors balance sheets two years from now, even after buying out the most expensive player?... WHAT THE FUCK?!?...

... uggh...

... I've definitely got a headache...

... and to make matters worse, I had fucking nightmares about the whole thing later that night...

What kind of nightmares?...

... well...

... let's just say... it really is the year of the cock...

... indeed...

... and a happy, very belated Chinese New Year goes out to all my peeps in arms out there... holla if yer hear me, playa...

...

Now, believe me. A lot of weird things happened to me this week...

... *cough* obsession *hack* slut *cough*...

... but I won't write about them all on this website of mine...

... not yet, anyhew... not when I still have a fucking midterm to study for...

... I will mention one thing before I go though...

I was definitely caught off guard last Monday, when one of my friends from third year came up to me, and told me that in one of the classes that I failed last year, we had a major lab to do the very next day...

... and, umm... I then checked the course website, and...

... he was right?!...

WHAT THE FUCK?!...

WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?!?...

... uggh...

... yeah, well...

... time to fail the course again, eh?...

... not quite yet, at least...

I still had half of a day to prepare for the lab. Of course, that would've required me to actually relearn the entire damn course to just do the damn prelab, let alone understand what the fuck to do in the lab, but I digress...

I had a better plan though...

We could have partners for the lab. So I tried to track down one of those motherfucking friends of mine in third year, who promised me at the start of the year that he'd be my partner in Control Systems... I was already pissed at him for not telling me about the goddam lab date. But, well... still, I was letting that slide, since...

... Sure, he should've learned his lesson, after the fiasco of us partnering up for the Electricity and Magnetism assignment last year. He still blames me for that, don't you know... But hey, he said "yes" this year to me, didn't he?...

... the only problem is... goddammit, I think he actually did learn his lesson...

Because by the time I finally caught up to him at night, hoping he had the prelab done, guess the hell what?...

He already had a partner for the lab...

... he... fucking... ditched... me...

.... WHAT... THE... FUCK?!?...

GRRR!!! ARGGHHH!!!...

I should kick his ass and take his name!...

... well... I can take his name, at least...

... yeah, well...

... he was a fucking traitor. So what?... What else could I do, right?...

I only had a couple hours left to relearn the whole damn course and do the damn prelab. The thing is, I've been through the whole course once before. Hell, I've done this exact same lab last year... I didn't pay attention to it the first time. I didn't learn anything from it the first time. And I sure as hell wasn't going to learn anything from it the second time around...

... so instead of doing my work... I started spamming all my Control Systems profs through the wonderful world of e-mail...

... I begged them to just transfer my lab marks from last year to this year, since I was too damn busy with the SRS project that I just handed in today (which was half true, at least)...

... and then instead of doing any work, I simply went to bed...

... woke up the next morning, checked my e-mail, and guess the hell what?...

... heh...

... they did what I asked...

WOOHOO! They gave me perfect on the lab I didn't do!

Nice.

A hard day's work done then...

... of course, then they humiliated me...

Soon after, they posted on the course website a big fat notice, that whoever failed the course last year, is now allowed to transfer their old lab mark to this year...

... I wasn't the only one who failed the course, but... judging from the website and the fact that only one mark was entered into the course database at that point in time?... yeah... they were kinda specifically pointing the finger at me...

... oh well, AOL... a perfect lab mark, is a perfect lab mark...

Now, the sad thing is... I got perfect on the lab last year... and I still failed the fucking course?...

... uggh... yeah... suddenly, I'm tired all over again...

... and the snow is still piling up outside...

... let it snow, my ass...

... so time to pile drive myself into a slew of slave work, and call it a good day's worth of work...

... because it all sounds like so much goddam fun, now doesn't it?...

... well... maybe it will be...

... if only I do get my goddam iron engineering ring this week...