T-9, my Krytonite
I am sorry that I didn't keep up with the blog this week. I can't even use the excuse that I've been super busy. I did have a doctors appointment, physical therapy, tutoring, at least six hours at the gym, and my school Talent Show. I drank too much and stayed out too late on Wednesday. And planned and packed for my tripster to DC this weekend. It's not a super busy week, just a regular Busy Joy week. I still hate 21 out of the 25 people I work with here. A favorite quote was said today amongst two of my college- "There is going to be a fight today. There are going to be two hits. Me hitting you, and you hitting the floor." I love when people can use that appropriately. Everyone here is shot. We need a vacation.
In other life-altering news, I currently hate text messages now. I can't stand getting one more text. Mostly, I hate getting stupid meaningless texts that say stupid irrelevant comments that are not funny. I hate T to the 9 because I am too technologically defunct to figure it out and yet people like Directionless use it all the day, which makes me feel stupid.
Seriously, I have a 3.95 GPA and a Masters from a reputable Jesuit university and yet I can't effin figure out how to send super quick texts at the touch of one button. I have made up for this by developing my texting skills with the Hunt-and-Peck method (Big ups to Miss Cromwell, my keyboarding teacher at HHS for teaching me to "Keep my eyes on the copy..." and giving me my first D. Thank you, byotch.) I have honed in on my lightening thumbs abilities simply because I cannot figure out the T9 secret. Can someone please fill me in on this time-saving innovation? I feel like that socially inept kid in my class each year who doesn't think the really funny kid is actually funny. T-9 will be the death of me. I can't even pretend like I haven't tried to learn it. I recently learned how to make a smiley face on my ghetto phone, again from Directionless. (Perhaps he should drop his gym teacher dreams and work for Verizon???) And yet no T-9. If there were a school for cell phones, I'd be in the Self-Contained Resource Room. :(
In other life-altering news, I currently hate text messages now. I can't stand getting one more text. Mostly, I hate getting stupid meaningless texts that say stupid irrelevant comments that are not funny. I hate T to the 9 because I am too technologically defunct to figure it out and yet people like Directionless use it all the day, which makes me feel stupid.
WTF??? Latin???
Seriously, I have a 3.95 GPA and a Masters from a reputable Jesuit university and yet I can't effin figure out how to send super quick texts at the touch of one button. I have made up for this by developing my texting skills with the Hunt-and-Peck method (Big ups to Miss Cromwell, my keyboarding teacher at HHS for teaching me to "Keep my eyes on the copy..." and giving me my first D. Thank you, byotch.) I have honed in on my lightening thumbs abilities simply because I cannot figure out the T9 secret. Can someone please fill me in on this time-saving innovation? I feel like that socially inept kid in my class each year who doesn't think the really funny kid is actually funny. T-9 will be the death of me. I can't even pretend like I haven't tried to learn it. I recently learned how to make a smiley face on my ghetto phone, again from Directionless. (Perhaps he should drop his gym teacher dreams and work for Verizon???) And yet no T-9. If there were a school for cell phones, I'd be in the Self-Contained Resource Room. :(
posted by j-digs at 6:27 AM
2 Comments:
J-diggity...you are going to single-handedly get me not only fired, but carted off to my own private padded quarters from doing nothing all day except read your blog and laugh out loud to myself. With no one else in my extravagant cube work area, it looks like I'm just randomly laughing hysterically at my Esc button or something! Helen Fielding, eat your heart out!
And yet, you have also single-handedly restored my faith in a world seemingly bereft of intelligent humor. Not that I take any pleasure in your pain (I gave up schadenfraude for Lent), but only in the magical, mysterious words of wonderment in your retelling thereof. (Looking up random words in the dictionary is quite the productive way to avoid one's less favorite responsibilities, don't you agree?)
I don't even have a clue what T-9 is and I text-message everyday. I text message while driving (without looking at the phone until I'm done). HHS has some pretty wicked keyboarding teachers, mine was a rotten-old bat too.
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