I find it bizarre when people hit parked cars. See where I'm going with this?
I was wakened from my snooze-button induced slumber at 7:30 this morning to... the door bell? No one rings the door bell. It's also 7:30am.
Let's cut to the chase, shall we?
When I came outside to see what was the matter, she said simply, "I hit your car. There's a little dent. Can you see it?"
Uhm, yup. Don't need a magnifying glass for THAT. Yeeouch. (Kia doesn't like a blemish in her side, now she's self-conscious!)
Egads! The door affected won't even open. Neighbor-gal thinks that a body shop will be able to just hammer it out and throw some paint on it. I've got news for her: nope.
Time to give Kia a facelift. I wonder how much it will cost.
One quick note. During the UWM Commencement Ceremony today, the Interim Chancellor kept listing off complicated web addresses. Each of them with multiple "slash" "dot" "alumni" etc. That's silliness. He lost me at the first "slash".
I understand the integration of the internet, but just keep it simple. (K.I.S.S. -- Keep it Simple Stupid!)
Better: "Find everything you need to know by searching keywords when you visit www.uwm.edu." There. Done.
I am a college senior in my last semester. So maybe it's just me, but at what point in time was it deemed acceptable to wear your pajamas to class at 2PM?
Yeah, yeah. I get it. The "I'm in college, I don't have to follow any dress code, so I'll wear whatever I want!" mentality is awesome unless you ever might want to use one of your professors as a reference later on.
Many students don't treat class time like a job. Kids come in late, leave early, disrupt class by forgetting to silence their phones. Oh, and texting during class. Oh, I can't say that I'm not guilty. But in my old age - comparatively speaking- I feel as though the students around me simply don't even care.
Messy hair and a stain on your sweatpants indicate one thing to me at 2PM: you were on a late-night bender and just rolled out of bed. I can bet that's probably what your professor thinks. That very same professor may know someone that could help you get a job out of college. Too bad they think that not only are you a slob, but that you don't care. Oh, and you're never on time.
Now. Turn it around. You come to class on time and dress in appropriate clothes. How about the kind of clothes you could go visit your grandma in. They don't have to be fancy. Think about it, your prof could be a valuable resource for you. This is the way to make a good impression without even saying anything at all.
Sometimes I wonder if I have OCD. Or perhaps common sense in many people has died.
When drivers have their registration stickers stuck all over their license plate, it really grinds my gears.
For your viewing pleasure, this is the instructional image that comes with the registration sticker every year.
OH! That's where it goes!