Had my Astronomy orientation today. I giggled through the entire thing.

It turns out that my professor used to work at my old facility, and he used to know Honcho.nasa. This course is going to be a sleeper for me except for the exams and projects, I can tell. The rest I'll most likely do in advance.

Math is going to be interesting; it's actually picking up exactly where I left off in high school. Unnerving, but I should be okay once I get back into the swing of things. The professor is very definitely a total and complete flake.

My English class, however... *twitch* Don't mind me, I'm going to be mindfucked for a semester and probably take a semester after that to come anywhere near equilibrium again. It starts off discussing family. Baaaaaad juju. The prof isn't going to like what comes from my direction, but it'll certainly liven up the required online chats.

My Astronomy lab prof (totally different guy) will be delighted to find that I'll make the first class on time after all; my math prof decided to schedule -two- orientations and we can pick the time. *grumble* Of course she didn't bother to tell us beforehand... I only found out when I logged into WebCT for her course, which no one was supposed/able to until today. Flake city. Pour milk on her and have breakfast.

With all of this, I'll be bloody well looking forward to my music class. Nice soothing music. Speaking of... *hooks up cd drive and pops in a class cd* Oh WOW, this is good stuff!!! I think I'll be using this class to calm down from English!

I did the last bits of prep to go back to school today. I went and got my graphing calculator :

As near verbatim as possible:
Me: *after searching the campus bookstore* Hi, where are the graphing calculators?
Bookstore Drone: They're *insert high-but-not-scarily-so price here*... uh...
Me: I'm aware of that. Where do you keep them?
BD: They're back here. Uh, it's *repeats price*!
Me: Riiiiight. Can I get one, please?
BD: *makes no move to get one* Uhhhh... what do you need it for? Do you need it?
Me: *boggle* *pause to see if he's joking* *boggle more* It would be rather useful in passing my math class, seeing as how it's required by the course...
BD: *finally goes to get calculator*
Me: Okay, great. *notices model number is slightly different than the one listed in the course requirement, just an upgrade, no biggie* These are the only ones you have? There are no other models?
BD: *does marvelous imitation of poleaxed cow on a bad LSD trip* There are some down there, the regular ones, you want those! *Note: Not a question.*
Me: Nonononono, I need the graphing calculator. *whips out credit card before BD's braincell stampedes out his nose*

Hard-won geek gadget firmly in hand, I troop over to the campus information desk. Two people and a lot of self-restraint and patient speaking later, I got the location of the department office my AWOL Astronomy lab professor reports to. I head up there and get a secretary who... *sigh* Well, she was a bit of an improvement over the others in the same way that leaving the bacon off a bacon double cheeseburger is a bit healthier. I eventually manage to get my needs (getting ahold of the damned prof so I can let him know I'm going to be late to the first lab) across to her, she calls him and wastes half his voicemail space slooooooowwwwly blathering about me having to miss class, then hands the phone over to me. I leave a concise message explaining my need to be LATE, the reason for the conflict, that it will be a one-time thing and giving him both my phone numbers, and we're good. Even if he never calls me back, he will be aware that I'm not cutting the first day of class. Assuming, of course, that he can figure out how to check his voicemail; he certainly can't figure out how to check his email.

And these are the people running the place. I tremble to think of the caliber of student. I imagine it must be legendary.

Why. On. Earth. Does every single frickin' bit of publicity, any sort of mention in the news, society, etcetera ALWAYS portray people with handicaps (wheelchair, deformities, etc) as bloody angels on earth? It seems the more impaired they are, the more saintly they're made out to be.

Fuck that. I've known too damned many perfectly "normal" people who WERE up for sainthood, and too many people with varying levels of physical and/or mental problems who were fucking assholes and worthless sacks of shit. "Vermin" comes to mind, a guy I went to college with. He used his physical problems (not sure what they were other than "noticeable") to get away with publicly groping anything attractive and female, and signed up for a Life Drawing class for the sole purpose of seeing "naked women". His mistake there was bragging about it (as usual), because I was the model for that class and reported it before classes started. I remember Chuck, a guy I dated for a while. Birth defects, wheelchair, spectacular artist, nice guy until I realized he was immature as hell and it would drive me batshit if we got engaged.

Two examples, out of the many that I've known -- for fuck's sake, spina bifida does not an angel come to earth make. Physical shells have NOTHING, fucking NOTHING, to do with whether someone's an asshole or a saint. I am sick and fucking tired of society assuming that because a teenager has foetal alcohol syndrome or leukemia that they are wonderful. They're people. That's it. Some take it better than others.

My great-aunt died yesterday morning of brain cancer.

Oooohhhh, Saturday morning the 29th is going to be interesting. I have two orientations that day for classes -- at the same time. One is mandatory, the other is "strongly recommended". Oh dear. I think I'm going to be getting in touch with my English prof to tell him/her that I can't make the orientation unless they want to fight it out with my Astronomy prof. *sigh* I should be okay; it's English, writing, basic freshman comp sort of thing. Basically, book reports. If the level of student is anything like what I saw in the hallowed *cough* halls while waiting for the advisor, I can probably do it touch-typing, blindfolded, without ever reading the book. (I winced when I heard one guy try to sound out "college" and wound up proudly saying "colleague!" to his girlfriend... who looked at him admiringly. Do they let them out totally illiterate these days?!)

Still, I suppose being a student now has its perks. I'm going semi-nocturnal again, mostly through insomnia. At least I have the luxury of doing that. I've already started to lose some of the weight I put on, and I have more energy. I think that office was draining me more than I was aware of, and I think taking classes will be a lot less problematic. I'm old enough now that I'm not going to be distracted by boys/girls/drugs/freedom/etc, and from the looks of things I'll have plenty of spare brain cycles. (If my competition can't figure out how to pronounce "college"... folks, if you can't pronounce it you probably shouldn't be attending it.)

Plus I'll have an excuse to go socialise -- there's a new club night starting up that looks absolutely delightful. Much dancing will occur. And it's not every week, which means I'll have time to recover after I go play in the pretty silly bouncy synthy music. (Dancing is a bit of a surround-sense activity for me.)

I should go investigate bed now. Meh. 5am rambles are always odd. And my touch-typing is getting worse. Must remember to wake up to chanting monks. I did today, and between that and the total pea-soup fog outside it started a pleasantly surreal day. Except for the assholes with leafblowers outside. You can't blow leaves in drizzly fog, it just doesn't work. I don't know why they were trying it unless it was to make noise. But I managed to get back to sleep to be awakened by the monks. I recommend that sort of thing. The monks, I mean.

*rereading that last bit* Ooooookay, time for bed.

Husband's finally home safe, relaxed some (I plunked him into a bubble bath because they fix everything, dammit) and fed (ribeye marinated with rosemary and lemongrass). I'll spend the weekend getting things into some sort of order and contact the Department of State on Monday.

Whee.

Don't fly XXXXXXXX Airlines. So far their escapades have included stranding my husband in Oslo with no luggage (ie, no sweaters/gloves and only his lighter travelling jacket), incredibly rude/abusive flight attendant on a trans-Atlantic flight, last leg of outbound trip delayed for "government inspection" (okay, I'll give them that one though it looks like that's when they randomly took his bag off the plane), first leg of return trip delayed by an hour for unknown reasons, second leg (trans-Atlantic) is now delayed by at least an hour and a half for "non-scheduled maintenance" after it left the gate, and this will cause him to miss the third leg and I'm just hoping they have the sense to put him on the very next flight and therefore avoid the need for me to drive to Detroit and kill people.

Lovely airline. Not. *is still pissed about being put on hold on an international call without ever getting to speak to a person about the missing luggage, which was eventually recovered*

I wonder what part of "I QUIT" was incomprehensible to my ex-opposite number?

As I was driving home today, my cellphone rang with the high-pitched "alarm" sound I had it set to so I'd know it was work calling. Except... work shouldn't be calling because it's not work anymore. *blink* So I answered (which I shouldn't have while driving, especially not I-95 in the rain, but meh).

Ex.opposite.number was calling to ask me about some experiment data processing. Specifically the day I left half-done because he wouldn't pick it up. Specifically about what to do with a situation I went over with him several times and that he's handled by himself a couple of times. So even if he should have called me, which he shouldn't have, it should have been a week ago. Especially since he mentioned that the particular issue was one he noticed on the 31st (though if he'd been doing his damn job he would have noticed it on the 27th at the latest).

*sigh* I told him to do what the instructions said. He claims he's been trying to email me... whereas as far as I knew my account went away when I did for security reasons. So I gave him my civilian account, and he gets... I think one more question/call/email free. After that I bitch to his boss. *evil grin with fangs* Who happens to be my old boss and a friend and really cool guy. *bigger grin*

I mean, ye gods. *sigh* I quit. A while ago. He knew about it a good four or five weeks before my last day.

Husband's on his way to Oslo now; he should be hitting his Amsterdam stopover in the next hour or two, and then it's just a few hours from there.

I'm trying to remember how to function. I came home from the airport, took a nice warm bath with a meltie thing in it, and fell over for an involuntary nap an hour later. Woke up in time to feed the cats; I was expecting them to wake me up when they got hungry, but they didn't. Guess they thought I really needed that nap. I managed to put the dishes away and make myself some tea. (Believe me, for me those are accomplishments. That they were managed with no scalds/broken china is even more impressive.) Trying to decide if I want to raid leftovers or just have a piece of fruit or if I want anything at all.

Need to go shopping tomorrow. I'll probably hit BJs, actually, because then I can pick up really good steaks and maybe some fruit cheap. Maybe the whole foods store as well for more of the tea I've become addicted to. And I need to hit a beauty supply shop (NOT going to be fun with the chemicals).

*mope*

*sigh*

I really shouldn't take another bath, since that'd be two baths and a shower in one day. Maybe I'll light a firelog, since I'm going to be up for a while waiting for the husband's call.

I just got offered, totally out of the blue, a full-time job doing basically the same thing I was doing for the job I just left, but on another project. She's sending me the listing and weirdass rotating shift schedule; I'll see from there. And it's an immediate-fill position, too.

I apparently came highly recommended, etc etc etc.

So this is what having three years' experience at NASA is like. Wow.

It's official -- I am now unemployed and a full-time student. I've got a month off to adjust, and I think I'm going to need it. I'm already showing signs of the mood swings and frizzy nerves I get when I make a change like this. I may spend most of the month in the tub, reading.

Husband's heading to Oslo this week; I'm dropping him off at the airport tomorrow. He'll be back Friday, but... gods. Oslo. *mope* Horribly far away. On the bright side our circadian rhythms are so screwed up right now that he may not get jetlag.

Bleah. Not happy at all about the trip, but it's for work and it was this or Tokyo, which would have its own problems. I need to figure out which suitcase he's taking so I can sneak a bit of stuff with a smell he associates with me (solid bubble bath stuff) into it. Hmm, maybe I can stick it between the sweaters I got him.