Fuck you, movers. Fuck you.

You know what I'd like? I'd like the different GIS software companies to get together and agree on one damn standard instead of making me convert (badly) between different competing file formats.

While I'm at it, I want to be a fairy princess who is waited on hand a foot by a plethora of handsome cabana boys. And I want a unicorn pony. Preferably blue.

I am getting tired of recruiters setting up a time to speak with me and then not calling. ARGH.

Dear recruiters,

I go through the hassle of listing all the states I will consider relocating to for a reason. So you don't waste my time and yours. So no, I am not interested in moving to Florida. Unless Florida decides to allow gay marriage and gets rid of the law forbidding gays from adopting, no amount of money could interest me in moving to Florida. Especially for a contract job.

No love,
Tsaiko

Why oh why does the US have to use a completely different system of measurement than the rest of the world? Converting between units is such a bitch. Let's just go metric and get it over with.

I had forgotten what a pain in the ass it is to recode classes in Erdas. I probably mentally blocked on it for a reason. Oh my god, could something so simple be made any more complicated?

I swear this program was designed by 5,000 monkeys banging on computers.

I've got to make a CV and include it when I turn in my thesis? You have got to be kidding me. ARGH.

I swear the number of hoops I have to jump through for this thing is mind-boggling.

*adds it to her list*

Adobe Illustrator is a product of Satan. SATAN. How in bloody hell do I turn the lock to grid feature off?

ARRRRRRGH.

EDIT: Thanks Adobe. Because of course the first place I'd look for a grid feature is under View. Not.

EDIT 2.0: OMG, this program goes down more often than a $2 whore! I didn't think any program could crash faster, harder and more often than ArcGIS.

If I have to run a transformed divergence separability analysis on these spectral signatures one more time, I am going to drop kick my computer off the third floor of this building.

RAR!

I would like to tell you all a story. For my undergrad, I went to an engineering school. There was one of those urban legends that might be real that circulated around campus about one of the engineering courses. You were separated into teams, given a task and then had to design and build a machine to perform the task. At the end of the semester, a competition was held to demonstrate that the machine performed the task. Points were given for design, creativity, etc. The biggest points came from having your machine actually do the task.

Professors would often look at the machines a few days before the competition to give feedback and to check out the designs. The machines were not to be demonstrated on that day. Only looked at. One professors was notorious for wanted to see the machine do something. Often he would fiddle with the machines until something happened, often breaking the machine in the process. This absolutely horrified the students who would then have only a few days to fix whatever was wrong. This professor was always apologetic, and yet insisted on doing this, even having been told repeatedly not to touch the machine

One year, some students built a machine and included a shiny red button. They put their machine out. The professor in question came buy and seeing the button, pressed it. A light bulb went off. It made the professor happy because he got to see some of what the machine did before anyone else. It made the students happy because their machine wasn't broken. They'd installed the button on purpose. The whole point of it was to light up the light bulb to make this professor and keep him from doing any more damage.

Sometimes it is worth it to fight my adviser about things in my thesis. A fact is a fact is a fact. Just because he doesn't like the fact does not make it any less of a fact, and I should be ready to support and defend that.

And sometimes, I just need to make the change so the light bulb lights up and he feels like he has done something.

I keep telling myself that as I work my way through my 18 page thesis proposal and have to rewrite nearly half of the damn thing. -_-

I finally have me thesis proposal back from my adviser. I'm a little peeved considering that this weeks was when I was supposed to have my proposal defense scheduled. Obviously, since I just got back my thesis proposal and need to make the changes before sending it out to the rest of the committee, that is not going happen. SOON THOUGH.

Although I'm a little peeved that it looks like I won't be finishing this up until July. I'm trying my best, but everyone else is slowing me down. Or at least that's how it seems.

I am also fighting with one of my committee members about the field data from 2007. In order to match the photos with the GPS points, I need to have the original time stamps on the pictures. The pictures were uploaded to a server. I then downloaded them. The date modified and date created fields were over written to show that the pictures were created on the day I downloaded them or on the day they were uploaded to the server. The "Date picture taken" field was blank. So I'm trying to figure out how to get the original time stamps from my committee member.

She downloads them off the server herself only to find the original time stamps are all there. We go back and forth a bit, with me trying to figure out where in the hell this date is stored. I try everything. She seems to think that the problem is with me. How can I not see the time stamps? They are right there! Just over over the icons.

Finally, she mentions that the software that comes with her camera is what's displaying the original time stamps. WELL THAT MIGHT MAKE A DIFFERENCE SINCE I DON'T MAGICALLY HAVE EVERY CAMERA SOFTWARE KNOWN TO MAN INSTALLED ON MY COMPUTER. Now I'm trying to get a hold of this software or something similar because obviously, it's the only program that can read the time stamps. ARGH

I have a headache and am bleeding. But I have a great idea for the next drabble request, which I'm going to work on tonight.

I was going to show a picture I took of the awesome filet crochet bunny I did, but I can't find the cable for my camera. Foiled! FOILED I SAY!

I was then going to write on something, but can't decide what. FOILED AGAIN. Until I realize that I have my friend's list to decide for me.

Pick a number between 1 and... 147? Good lord, I have a lot of WIPs in this one folder.

Stupid time change.

Four hours after I took my laptop out of the box, I finally have installed all the updates and can actually use it on the internet. Sweet Jesus, Lenovo, how lazy can you be? I had to update with Service Pack 3 and everything after it. FOUR HOURS. And let's not even talk about the fact that they shipped it with Office 2007 and then didn't give me a product key. Bastards.

I still haven't got all the software I need on it.

At least I finally have my own laptop again.

EDIT: Maybe the reason I'm having so much trouble is because I got it on Friday the 13th. This does not bode well.

Dear UPS,

What do you mean my new laptop is still in Louisville, KY? Are you serious? It only took you two days to get my laptop from Shenzhen China to Kentucky, but you can't be bothered to drive the extra two hours it takes to get from Louisville to Indianapolis in the past two days? Are you for real? I could have driven down there myself and picked the damn thing up by now!

ARGH!

No love,
Tsaiko

For the past two days I have been doing analysis on two of the nine lakes I'm working on. And for the past two days, my results have been screwy. I still haven't figured out what's going on, but my adviser and I talked and decided that the best approach is not to do each individual lake but to do all of the lakes at once and see what happens. This means that two days of work needs to be tossed and I am back to square one.

Also, I am bleeding and bitchy.

CAN SOMEONE WRITE ME A DRABBLE IN THE COMMENTS AND MAKE THIS WEEK NOT SUCK SO HORRIBLY? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE.

Also, lol, fandom. Your strange, strange drama llama ways is why I never get too involved with you any more. I prefer my drama at a distance thanks. Less blood to get out of my carpet in the end.

If I have to outline the shoreline of this lake one more damn time, I am going to hurl this computer off the fourth floor of this building.

ARGH!