My god, what a shit of a day.
I won't go into the details, but 5 and a half hours to fix one problem is not an enjoyable
experience. Especially when you have next to no idea what you're doing, and the one person who does is on leave for 2 more weeks. Exciting.
Thank god I get to go home to my
gorgeous girlfriend, whom I haven't seen since
Tuesday afternoon! I mean, that's two days! Damn that bastard who hit her car...
Still, at least the cab trips killed some time, and the day went fairly fast, as it does when you're trying to nut out a frustrating problem. Watching god knows how many reinstalls of
Unicenter TNG is not fun though. But it's over now, I get to leave in 20 minutes, and then there's only a
driving lesson stopping me from
ravaging the body of my
loved one. Ooh yeh.
I don't particularly enjoy
driving lessons though. Everybody always gasps in
horror when I tell them
I don't enjoy driving, but really, I don't. I'm getting my
license because it's practical, it'll get me places faster (once I get a
car), and I can drive
Anna back to my place if she doesn't feel up to it. (Meaning I'll get to see her more. See?
Practical.) But no, I don't particularly enjoy driving. Takes too much
concentration to not hit stuff, and
stay alert of my surroundings. I mean, I'm sure it'll get easier once I get used to it, but even then, I'm sure it'll stress me out like it does now. I come out of driving lessons with the back of my shirt soaked in
sweat, not because I'm necessarily afraid I'm going to hit anything, just because I've been concentrating so hard and stressing out a bit.
I suspect I have a minor
phobia of driving, actually. I have
semi-nightmares about it sometimes.
So, yes. That's why I'm getting my license nearly 3 years later than I am legally allowed to, hehe. At least I'm not alone, a fair few of my friends still don't have theirs either, so it's not like I'm the last one.
I have to re-
enrol this week, for my last year of
uni next year. (Yay! I'm nearly
qualified for... stuff!) This is the first year I actually get to choose
electives, which is cool. Unfortunately, I also have to enrol for the
Summer Semester, because I
failed one subject of
Maths in first year. Meaning I have to take days of from work without
pay. And I like pay.
Oh shit, I also have to do my
taxes.
And, with the mention of taxes, this daylog is officially
dead.
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