This morning I met the librarian at school and we went to the
district tech. meeting at the ninth grade building. One of the tech
guys was a bit of a dick, and apparently everyone kind of thinks so.
This year most of the district has been upgraded to Windows 7 which
has lead to a new log-in screen. Someone at the meeting mentioned
that she had tried several times and her password wasn't working.
The guy who is kind of a dick pretty much cut her off and announced
to the room that 90% of the time when people have trouble logging in
they are typing in their password wrong. And he said it in such a
condescending way, like we were all idiots. But several more people
immediately started chiming in that they were having trouble logging
in too, even after trying multiple times. He didn't really have a
response to that.
After the meeting we went back to the school to try out some of the
laptops that the librarian was having trouble logging into. We got a
few of them to work but one of them was coming up with an error that
didn't make much sense. Before someone can log in they have to make
sure a line comes up under the username and password box saying that
it is trying to connect to the network. If that line isn't there
then it won't let you log in. But it only pops up randomly, not
anywhere near consistently. So you can continually restart the
laptop and cross your fingers that it will show up, or I figured out
that putting it to sleep and waking it back up is a little faster and
eventually accomplishes the same thing. It is pretty annoying and it
is going to make for a long and frustrating year if that doesn't get
resolved at some point.
While messing around with printers we also discovered that the
library printer was mislabeled as a fifth grade printer. And none of
the printers labeled as library printers were in the library. This
can be tied back to the dick tech guy who came around last year at
some point to label printers but the librarian said when he came to
the library all he did was poke his head in. And it turned out to be
mislabeled. Shocking.
When I got home from doing all that, I ate some lunch, and then went
to hang out with my friend. The main goal was to go shopping for new
jeans because I wanted new jeans. When we got to the mall we ran
into one of the second grade teachers and her daughter. Her daughter
was the preschool girl I met on my first day last year who took me
around and showed me everything in the preschool room and then made
me something out of paper and glue. The teacher was there looking
for jeans for her husband and at one point her daughter peeked around
her and said “you should kiss him”. It was hilarious.
As for jeans, I wanted new ones that had more leg room than my
current jeans. I like my current jeans but they are usually too
tight in the legs (too tight for me but not like skinny jeans) until
I wear them at least once. I want to say it is from all the
exercising. Regardless, I wanted more leg room. I tried on a couple
pairs and both fit alright but were too long. They were the same
length as my jeans but a different brand. So I got shorter ones and
eventually narrowed it down to the one I wanted, thanks to input from
my friend, and got three pairs. The length thing is annoying. In
high school I was a 36 and my new jeans are down to 32. And I'm not
shrinking. There needs to be better standards. I learned in one of
my business classes how sizes are getting bigger. So a Large today
is the same size as an X-Large was years ago. Annoying.
After jeans we went and browsed at another store in the mall before
going to rent to first disc in the next season of Dexter,
just in case, then went and got drinks at Sonic, and went to her
house to watch Dexter.
We thought we only had one episode left in the season we were on and
rented the next season disc so we wouldn't be left with a
cliffhanger. But it turned out that we had two episodes left, and we
only had time to watch two episodes before my friend had to go to
dinner, so we were left with a cliffhanger. Spoilers, Deb's
therapist planted the seed in her head that she didn't just love
Dexter as a brother (via adoption) but was actually in love with him,
and Deb almost immediately accepted that. And then the season ends
with her seeing Dexter kill a dude. Sooo... that happened.
We had a slightly delayed Chipotle
night and it was kind of alright but not great. White rice is way
better and this week the brown rice was particularly weak. And the
salsa was a little to spicy.
Later on in the night I went out to
the bars with my two friends. It was ten o'clock on a Wednesday so
there wasn't a whole lot going on. After checking several places we
ended up at a bar connected to a Pizza Hut because it was the only
place that had any girls. We didn't actually talk to those girls but
my friend was curious what was up. So we spent the next hour talking
to the bartender, who was a nice Architect major from Pittsburgh.
She informed us that dude's were allowed in the bar, which we were a
little worried about. The bar looked kind of upscale considering it
was connected to a Pizza Hut, but the bartender said it closed at
eleven o'clock and that it generally wasn't ever that busy. Not
surprising considering most people don't even think to go out until
eleven o'clock. The bartender said the owner of Pizza Hut had it
built because he wanted a place to drink with his friends and it was
more than likely not a money-making business.
From there we went across the street
to a new rooftop bar. Which is really just a patio on the second
floor of a bar. It has been open for about a month and there is no
way it is going to last. It is going to be way to tempting for drunk
people to start throwing stuff over the edge or climbing over the
railing or dropping one of the keg bar stools on one of the cop cars
down below (because the police station is right across the street) or
try and climb the tree that slightly overhangs the railing around the
patio. All of that stuff is tempting enough for a sober person and
way more dangerous for a drunk person. There is also a port-a-potty
up there, on the patio, instead of a normal bathroom. I didn't check
it out but my theory is that they actually connected it to the
plumbing because it makes no sense that they would put something like
that on the second floor and then have to pump it out however often.
At one point we were standing near it when a guy came up to use it.
As he went to open the door one of our old coworkers that we ran into
said “Careful man, that things an elevator.” It was pretty
funny.
Our next stop was to meet up with
another old coworker at another bar where she was singing karaoke.
This was the same bar that was packed and playing dubstep and house
music the other night. It was less crowded this night but the
karaoke music was way too loud and very few people are good at
karaoke. But if that is their thing and they have the balls to do
it, I say go for it. They best performance of the night was this
little dude who was a little drunk and had some genuine mental
shortcomings, who sang a classic rock song and during the long
musical breakdown started doing some crazy feet shuffling and at one
point ended up doing some pseudo-breakdancing. Everyone needs to go
for it that hard when they're doing karaoke.
We ended bar hopping at the bar my
friend works at. She wasn't there but her boyfriend was bartending
and with the music that wasn't too loud to talk over, it was a nice
change from sitting on the karaoke stage. And then the night
continued.
Everyone but myself wanted food.
One friend wanted a pita but that place was only taking cash which my
friend didn't have. My other friend wanted Taco Bell but we drove
across town and they were closed. Then they wanted Sonic but I
refuse to go to the Taco Bell on that side of town and I wasn't going
to drive all the way across town only to find out the other Sonic was
also closed. So we ended up back where we started, at Jimmy John's.
Overall, the night had its moments,
and I enjoyed hanging out with my friends, but I'm still not a big
fan of bars. And I didn't make it home until 4:00AM, which makes
getting up at 6:30AM for a work meeting really hard.
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