So this week has been a hot mess. Monday I went to class and it was a good class, but I stupidly left my laptop case there - I'd put it on the desk behind me and just walked out without it.
I went to the Student Health Care Center and found they only had one appointment left in the day - 4:30 pm, which I couldn't make, so they told me to call early Tuesday morning.
I walked home, made lunch, and started rewriting a paper and finishing up some class readings for that evening. My paper was printed out and I was washing the dishes when I remembered my laptop case. I threw together everything I needed and rushed back to campus, walked into my classroom five hours after I left it...and my laptop case WAS STILL THERE!! EXACTLY where I left it! I was so impressed - and thankful, that case cost $20 and I had to order it online.
I then walked across campus to the Anthropology Graduate Student Association meeting, which was pretty fun. I volunteered to be one of two "ambassadors" to the CLASC meetings (College of Liberal Arts and Sciences Committee) which is where reps of every club in our college meets once a week and networks - do leadership building activities, advertise what we're doing, ask for feedback, fight for money, all that sort of thing.
In Florida, whenever you do a fundraiser you buy a bunch of candy and sell it to people at a higher price. Here in California, we were brainstorming for fundraisers (I suggested a pub crawl) and one girl pipes up, "We could do vegetable boxes!" Turns out you can buy a huge box of vegetables from a local organic farm and sell them on campus at a slightly marked up price. Everyone jumped on it saying how it was such a great idea, and I was suffocating trying not to laugh at the contrast between a veggie stand and selling candy.
Dr. Schindler wound up the meeting with a little talk about AGSA, and how it's a fledgling organization (this is its third year) and this is a really good year for us to make it a BIG deal. Dr. Schindler is really nice, he's in charge of the ethnological film department - and he really wants to do an archaeology video, but everyone is too busy. I would LOVE for some good archaeology documentary to get out there so people can see what we REALLY do. I must brainstorm on this.
Then I had Theory at 7 (right after the meeting, we planned the meetings that way) which was more fun than usual because Kori and Jake led the class discussion and it was very animated because we (in the class) represent all four of the classical branches of anthropology (culture, linguistics, biological/physical, and archaeology) and some of us represent budding new ones - so we have some serious disagreements about theory and history and which school of thought is best. In theory, I love the idea of roundtable discussions, and am adamantly opposed to anthropology to being segmented into the subfields with each having its own department...but sometimes in practice you get a roundtable with people who love hearing their own voice waaay too much.
We ended class early and I went home and passed out.
Tuesday I woke up at 8 a.m. on the dot. Unfortunately, on Tuesdays and Thursdays my classes BEGIN at 8 a.m...my alarm hadn't gone off! I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, threw some books into my bag and rushed the half mile to class angry and upset. I was only half an hour late, but it was still hard to settle down to geology knowing it was the ONE class I really couldn't afford to miss.
After class I went to the student healthcare center again - I'd called and made my appointment as I speedwalked to class - and waited around for an hour before my name was called. The doctor examined me and told me it was bronchitis and she would give me cough syrup with codeine (about TIME!), some cough capsules for the day, and an outside prescription for an inhaler. Oh, and bronchitis "lasts eight weeks" and there's nothing, outside of sleep, that I can do about it. ...five more weeks of THIS?? I left pretty depressed - and annoyed, the pharmacy is closed from like noon till two every day which is SO inconvenient.
I went home and made an omelet, took a short nap to restore my equilibrium then set off back to campus to get some errands run. I went to the pharmacy first of all and it was STILL closed so I sat and waited for a quarter of an hour, and then I got in line behind the other people who had waited longer before I could finally get my meds and get out of there.
Then I went to the Foundation building and got the paperwork for my keys for the NAGPRA lab, and when asked where the key issue office was, the lady pointed to a section of the map and said vaguely, it's somewhere around here. It wasn't precisely encouraging, but I said thanks and set off, hoping there would be a large sign somewhere saying Key Issue This Way. I finally found it after walking into half a dozen buildings and asking for directions, and another girl was getting keys so I sat on a bench and waited. Finally it was my turn and the woman at this counter asks who signed the paperwork. I couldn't read it and neither could she, so she tells me I have to get it signed by one of two men, and she can't give me the keys until I do that.
So I walked back to the Foundation building, go back to the first woman, who takes it to one of the men. Apparently he's the OLD key release person, and the NEW key release person is who signed my papers the first time - I heard the old guy say, "I thought we got this settled!" Oh, bureaucracy!
New signature in hand I walked BACK to the Key Issue office, she examines it and says, "Well you're supposed to have two signatures, but you've been through enough, I won't make you go get that one too." I thank her and stand waiting while she goes to the computer and guess what? Not ONE of the key numbers they wrote down was correct!! So she gets on the phone with the woman at the foundation building, and after a lengthy conversation they find out the right numbers, I get the keys (all six of them!) and finally made my way to the anthropology office so I could do some scanning.
Suprise! The office closes at four, and it was four-thirty when I finally got there. I'm going to do the scanning today. I hope.
So I went home, called Mom and Dad, and then sat around watching Law and Order reruns after I got some studying done.
Now it's Wednesday and I leave for class soon...I just wonder what's going to get thrown at me next...
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