End-of-semester kvetch

Well, I get this weekend off. Yay. I'll probably just sleep and listen to A Prairie Home Companion. I have things I have to get done, but the past two weeks have been horrible, and I need a mental health break.

I am so very totally looking forward to not having to put up with certain people over the break. Good lord; it's amazing how, when you're under stress, people you would normally be able to just tune out are able to drive you batty. Miss Rudeass, whom I've mentioned before--she's the one who likes to pick fights with the Caffinettes at coffee shops, waitstaff, and anyone else she feels is "beneath" her--has been in full effect these past few weeks. And what's funny is, just as I started typing that last sentence, she just signed onto AIM. I can practice my ignoring her abilities...I'd put on my "away" message, but I wasn't expecting her on, and I've learned from dealing with people like her that it's wisest to just ignore them--don't befriend them, but don't antagonise them. So I'm crossing my fingers, wincing, hoping she doesn't IM me. So far, so good. :-)

The reason I say don't antagonize people like that is because, first off, they have a lot more time than normal people do to devote to campaigning against others. In her case, a whole, whole lot of time, because she's not pulling her weight on the project for sure, and she's doing lousy in classes. But, of course, with her there's an excuse for everything. This semester, she's been moaning about how she's so busy with classes, yet she doesn't hand in anything on time (if at all). It's been difficult handling that issue with grace this semester, because now that we're essentially working and going to school together, it's difficult to dodge the comments others are making. I don't want to get involved; I'm neither for, nor against. That's been my motto. Now, in all honesty, I wish the bitch death on a stick only after a brutal crab infestation, and maybe a round or two of leprosy, but I'm keeping that to myself. :-D

Now, ultimately, it's only a matter of time before everyone wises up to her. As it is now, there's already grumblings here and there. Once they wise up, she'll wander off to greener pastures. But in the meantime, antagonizing her can make it so that she starts gossiping about me, criticizing me, and everything else. It's just not worth it. And I have to keep reminding myself that Life is not fair, and sometimes I won't get to directly witness someone's richly deserved comeuppance. S'ok. I'll cope.

I'd love to be self-indulgent and kvetch about her some more, but I won't. Augh...ok--just a little more. :-) Well, indirectly. As for the "driving me batty" part, once I begged off of going with her for coffee and etc., and a few of us stopped inviting her to lunch, she took up with another girl in our group, and a few of us have nicknamed the pair "the magpies"; Miss Rudeass has a drilling tone that can inspire a raging migraine in 0.10 seconds, and as god is my witness, I believe her kindergarten teacher must've been deaf, 'cos the girl seems to have never been told to use her "indoor voice" in her whole life! The other one is not loud, but she talks about things she knows nothing about as if she'd invented it. Usually you see this behaviour only in men, but I possess knowledge of a female specimen, I tell you. Well, anyway, these two were being their typical magpie selves out in the hall about something they both knew nothing about, chatting each other up in what had to be one of the larger ego blow jobs that poor hall'd witnessed in years (in really loud voices, so that everyone could hear how bright they were). If I am remembering correctly, they were talking about Wi-Fi, but I might be mistaken. Regardless, three of us were (unbeknownst to them) around the corner in one of the offices, within earshot. And the guy with us, who is rather techish, was commenting on everything they said--kind of like a third party in the conversation--and it was hilarious! Miss Rudeass would proclaim something silly, he'd comment something to the effect of "No, it isn't, but I'm sure you have an even less-informed opinion to share--"Sophie", what do you think?" And then "Sophie" (not her real name) would pipe up with something, ironically enough, less-informed. This went on for probably a half-hour, and I was crying from laughing so hard!

So my life doesn't suck all that much. :-) There are some high points in it. Well, not nearly enough--I'm still not dating that really cute guy in one of my classes--but it'll do for now.