I graduated from University. It still sounds weird, as if I weren’t really talking about myself. To think that it seems just like yesterday when I was graduating from high school *sighs*: that was already 4 years ago.
Yesterday we had our festive class, which is basically an official way for the teachers to send us off into the scary outside world 
At first I didn’t really want to go, but somehow got roped into going, and I didn’t regret it. I can’t believe I teared up (very briefly though) at the end.
The title? It’s the name of a song by Right Said Fred, that played at the end of the ceremony. As soon as I got home, I downloaded it and have been listening to it almost continuously 
What’s left: getting through the licentiate exam. And then I’m off into working full time. At least I like my job 
: building asp.net powered web sites. Guess who does the XHTML and CSS for it *wags eyebrows* 
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Last week, the first couple of days at work had been extremely hectic. Not withstanding that I’m the resident n00b at work, I had to create a layout, and learn JavaScript in about… oh 2 hours. Now I’m generally rather against the latter, but if my boss told me to…
Anyway, after finally being able to come home, I stopped at a deli, for some juice. Not only did I have to wait for three people in front of me, but one of them turned back for more, just when it was my turn. So huffing annoyed, I exited, thinking I’ll stop at another one on the way.
In the second shop I entered, the two cashiers were talking to a man about politics, the latter not buying anything. Assuming that being a customer I get priority, I inquire about the juice’s price, since I didn’t see it posted anywhere. I’d like to mention that I was standing about 2 feet apart from the cashier, in her direct line of view. The lady waits about 1 minute and then continues her discussion with the man, who at the time had been standing behind me. Angered, I literally turned my back on her and marched out of the shop.
Finally, I manage to get my juice at the third shop, where a very kind and smiling lady immediately answered my question, for all that I wasn’t the only shopper in sight.
Going home, what is the first thing I rant about? Hoping of course mom and dad would understand me, but what do I get?
Dad (uncertainly): You turned your back and went out? That was a little rude…
Mom: Whoa! That company makes you work fast!
So which is it? Am I rude , or just demanding of superhuman speed?
Today was one of those days I just couldn’t seem to wake up. I was 90% asleep on my way to work, for all that I can’t take any public transportation (and I can’t drive). After having finally reached my desk, I nearly fall on my face: the place was chock full of huge boxes.
Deciding that death by tripping1 did not look particularly inviting, I decided to brave the coffee maker. It’s free after all. Now if you know me at all, you will be aware of the fact that I would never willingly drink coffee… under ANY circumstances2, therefore me+coffee drinking should’ve been consigned in the Guiness book. sadly my co-workers have not yet come to know me that well… plus I was alone at that ungodly hour (8:50 am).
Suffice to say that I certainly woke up: more like gagged up. Fortunately I remembered that I was responsible for the computer, and decided that paying for damages would not be a good way to spend my first salary.
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1 not to mention my boss’ reaction
2 well my best friend once took me to a coffee place, where I got this amazing drink… but it was more like liquid pudding, so it doesn’t count 