Thursday, September 06, 2007
So, I was over at Krishna's this evening when I got this phone call from Santa Horhe.
"Is Vicky there?"
"Er... no, sorry. Wrong number," I said.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Um... Is this [insert my number here]?"
"Yeah..."
"Huh. That's weird. Only, Vicky won a vacation to San Diego and this is the only contact information she gave us. Do you want it?"
"Er... I dunno... maybe?"
He then proceeded to tell me the details, but it ends up I'm not qualified because I don't make enough annual income. Sort of stinky, because it was
soo tempting. I really want to go to San Diego.
So, Supervisor has a statistics class that she's taking this semester so that she can get into grad school. When she got back from class today, I asked her how it went.
"It was so bad!" she said. "We were talking about the syllabus but kept getting off topic because people would ask question. The professor finally said, 'OK, now where were we?' And is this bad? But my first thought was, 'In Hell!'" Ah, Supervisor. I love you.
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