This morning, I've been in a kind of randomly bad mood. Anyway, I was reading gtcrows (where some friends have political debates) and one of the uber-conservatives in the group has been talking about John Kerry being a big liar, and he cited an example of an evasive response to a reporter's question about whether he owned an SUV (according to James, it went something like this: So last Thursday is Earth Day, and journalists ask Kerry if he owns an SUV. He says no. Journalists know they have pictures of Kerry and family pilling into a SUV. They ask Kerry, "Does your wife own a Chevrolet SUV?" He replies, "The family has it. I don't have it."). Anyway, Carter posted this: Taking questions on the fly, someone asked him what cars he owned. He said a truck and a sedan. They said "doesn't your wife have an SUV at her third home?" He paused, because when you marry a ketchup tycoon, it's hard to keep track of all her stuff, and replied "Yep, I think she does." I think we should pick Presidents based on such anectdotes. What a joke.



I forgot to post one piece of good news yesterday in my super huge post. All I have to say is that after I heard the news, I was singing Ding, dong, the witch is dead... all day. For those of you who are in the know about my family's gossip (and plan on reading my book which will sound like a tall tale but is 100% non-fiction), you know what I'm talking about.

No, I still haven't found out about the FDO job. The waiting is making me want to scream. I know getting this or keeping my current job is a win-win situation since I like both. But the uncertainty is killing me. Can they possibly move any slower? Especially since I know they made the decision two weeks ago!

And my other complaint of the day is about clueless advisors. Jen M commented on why someone would ever go to grad school. I'm started to feel the burn right now. We have a presentation for class that we've been given basically no direction on. When I was in class two weeks ago, he said "Let's do it on Friday, our normal class time" Which is 5:15 p.m., after work, no conflicts. Sounded brilliant. So yesterday I e-mailed him and asked him if he had a USB port (which is a reasonable question since he has a Mac laptop) so that I can bring my presentation on a memory stick. He said "You'll have all the equipment you need" (I hope that means "yes"). And then he said "See you at 10 a.m. on Friday". 10 a.m.! What the heck? He knows that I have a job, and he knows my management isn't exactly thrilled with the idea of me ever leaving the office during "core" work hours. And he didn't even warn me. This is the first I've heard of the 10 a.m. thing. There's only 2 of us in this class, and I missed class last week, so he must have "announced" it then. He knew I wasn't going to be there, so you'd think he would've dropped me a courtosy e-mail (you know, since there are only TWO of us in this class!) Actually, he's probably just that clueless that he didn't think it through. Occasionally he e-mails me and says "Let's meet at 1 p.m. on Wednesday, is that ok?" and I always have to e-mail him back with "How 'bout 8 am or 4 p.m.?"

Anyway, despite my rant, the good news is that today I'm working the Soyuz landing (well, I'm watching the other Landing Support Officers work the Soyuz landing), which in theory should keep me at work until after 9 p.m. (possibly through 11), so long they don't waive off. If I get into work early (I was planning on staying home this morning), I should have enough hours to make up for stupid-advisor-scheduling. So here's to hoping the weather is good in Khazakstan (is that how you spell it anyway?)...

Maayan started a journal, but I don't know how often she plans on updating it. Still, I feel contagious :)