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I've been bad. I haven't cleaned since Wednesday. I haven't done much of anything, really. I've been feeling really listless this week. I've been talking to friends and coworkers, even the teller at the bank, and they've all been feeling the same way. I hope it passes soon.
Meanwhile, I had a much longer, dragged out afternoon yesterday than I'd planned. I went to the local community college to sign up for a Spanish class, since I need to learn to read Spanish for work. There were dozens of Spanish I classes, all of which seemed to meet for a different number of hours and have different course fees which the course catalog did not explain, so I wanted to speak to an academic advisor to make sure I signed up for the right class. All the advisors were in a big room processing incoming freshman. The main advising office told me to tell the people at the desk that I was just signing up for one class for work and to let me in. The person at the desk was having none of it. He made me wait 37 minutes until the next orientation session started and made me spend an hour sitting through it before I could see an advisor.
I got to spend an hour hearing about placement tests I don't need to take, an explanation of the credit hour system that hasn't changed since the first two times I went to college, and about how I could transfer my credits to a 4 year school. Whee. I'd pointed out beforehand to the wonk at the desk that I have a B.S. and an M.L.S. so I'm pretty sure I know how college works. When I finally got in to see an advisor, he apologized to me about having to jump through that hoop. "You must've been so bored." Anyway, I'm now signed up for a semester of Spanish. It will meet 2 nights a week for 2 hours each night.
I'm not looking forward to it. I know it'll do me good both personally and professionally, but I am not gifted in learning foreign languages. I took Spanish in high school and Russian in college and sucked at them both. I was apparently accidentally manufactured with 2 left brains, so if you need analytical skills or someone to balance your checkbook, I'm your girl. Anything involving the arts or creativity is a total wash. I think I would probably do better with something like the Rosetta Stone software, but work wouldn't buy it for me (they're paying for my classes, though) and I won't get credit for the training hours (I'm required to take 60 hours of training in something professionally relevant every year) unless I have proof of exactly how many hours I spent (I can prove I was in class, but I can't prove how much time I spent on homework, so those hours don't count).
On the other hand, I'm feeling strangely giddy at the prospect of buying school supplies for the first time in 11 years.
Meanwhile, I had a much longer, dragged out afternoon yesterday than I'd planned. I went to the local community college to sign up for a Spanish class, since I need to learn to read Spanish for work. There were dozens of Spanish I classes, all of which seemed to meet for a different number of hours and have different course fees which the course catalog did not explain, so I wanted to speak to an academic advisor to make sure I signed up for the right class. All the advisors were in a big room processing incoming freshman. The main advising office told me to tell the people at the desk that I was just signing up for one class for work and to let me in. The person at the desk was having none of it. He made me wait 37 minutes until the next orientation session started and made me spend an hour sitting through it before I could see an advisor.
I got to spend an hour hearing about placement tests I don't need to take, an explanation of the credit hour system that hasn't changed since the first two times I went to college, and about how I could transfer my credits to a 4 year school. Whee. I'd pointed out beforehand to the wonk at the desk that I have a B.S. and an M.L.S. so I'm pretty sure I know how college works. When I finally got in to see an advisor, he apologized to me about having to jump through that hoop. "You must've been so bored." Anyway, I'm now signed up for a semester of Spanish. It will meet 2 nights a week for 2 hours each night.
I'm not looking forward to it. I know it'll do me good both personally and professionally, but I am not gifted in learning foreign languages. I took Spanish in high school and Russian in college and sucked at them both. I was apparently accidentally manufactured with 2 left brains, so if you need analytical skills or someone to balance your checkbook, I'm your girl. Anything involving the arts or creativity is a total wash. I think I would probably do better with something like the Rosetta Stone software, but work wouldn't buy it for me (they're paying for my classes, though) and I won't get credit for the training hours (I'm required to take 60 hours of training in something professionally relevant every year) unless I have proof of exactly how many hours I spent (I can prove I was in class, but I can't prove how much time I spent on homework, so those hours don't count).
On the other hand, I'm feeling strangely giddy at the prospect of buying school supplies for the first time in 11 years.
