Mad miserable muttering Muttley
30/04/2004 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIckle Iz has just slinked into the Min almost ready to collapse. The last three weeks have been so grumpy frumpy and cranky but hopefully now the worst is all over.
Back in 2001 the year was so damned awful that Iz declared the First of May to be New Year's Day. Went to the beach and had a picnic and stuff and things did improve for a few months or so. If I wasn't working tomorrow afternoon - would not be a bad idea at all. In that year it was work that was horrible and studying that was interesting (At that stage Iz had not yet discovered the evil delights and temptations in Cyberia or the Potter boy and all his interesting online associates) This year work is good and it is the goblins that are making Izzie's life a misery.
Because of Good Friday we missed one of the Goblin tutorials but the tutor said that she still expected us to have the questionses done for when we came back after Easter. So yet another nasty thing to add to the long long list for over Easter. And Iz knew that none of those two chapter summaries with questions nor the weekly auditing stuff was going to get a look in until after the three big assignments were all done. The last of those was due on Tuesday. Normally I work Tuesday mornings and spend four hours in the evening completing the nasty auditing weekly assignment stuff that I start on Friday evenings. But this time the Iz got rostered to do a late shift on Tuesday which means having only one or two hours computer time in the morning (Being too lazy to be in here any time before 11 am when there is no classes) but also having to fight for a computer between all the classes and things. At least in the evenings there is not so much demand for the computers.
So of course it was all going to have to get pushed onto the one available hour on Wednesday and Thursday during the day time. But Thursday is when the Iz is supposed to be doing the stuff due on Friday. That invariably gets left till the last minute because unlike the other assignments - it does not have to be typed.
So there was Iz last night - after the evening class that finished at 9pm indulging in a fit of LJ lurking and procrastination and then having to stay up until 1.30 am to do the stuff that we would have done on Good Friday if there had been a class.
Being Friday - got up at 5.30 to be in town in time for the usual weekly speaking group and then a mad dash off to the bank to deposit the weeks funds and then off on the bus to the Min. So that left 30 minutes until class time to do the second lot of questions. And of course, she decides that she will collect this week. Not the first lot that I spent three times as much time on but the second lot that the Iz rushed off in 30 minutes.
I actually got the answers right but only wrote one page compared to two or three that just about everyone else did. So will be most lucky to get a 60% like last time and more likely for it to be a 50%. But still - in comparison to the ridiculousssss 4-5 hours that the Iz has to spend on the auditing stuff which is also randomly collected but has to be typed - can hardly complain.
It is just so utterly ridiculous that in one unit you can have a multiple choice test that is worth 10% of the course total that they give you 20 minutes for and might only take you 4 minutes to do and then another unit will require about 5 hours work for 5% of the marks - assuming they even collect the damn thing in the first place. And if they don't of course - it is worth 0.
So these last two days Iz has been pottering around as mad and bad as she was back in the dark days of 2001. Even the bad old habit of muttering aloud has made a comeback. Iz used to say things like 'Filthy f***** snails, or Nazi Scum (specially reserved for stinking little smokers) but has now added 'Nasty stinking things', and 'Filthy stinking Mugglefuckers' to the reportoire. Silly Iz thinks - if you are going to do a crazy thing like muttering to yourself - at least do it in German so most people won't know just what horrid things you are saying (So Iz does utter the odd "Verdammte Schnecken" (Bloody snails) and "Arschloch" (That should not be too hard to guess))
Went to St B today and even bought the usual bottlie and picnic thingies but apart from the fact that there was lots of noisy little rugrats running around and Iz was not in the mood for noise - was feeling so ditzy, dazed and bloody bewildered that it would not have been a good idea to have even the itsiest bitsiest tipple.
Nothing like a bit of tiredness or sleep deprivation to turn even a chirpy chipmunk into a marauding monster.
But I guess - the basic Izzie problem is a massive case of information overload. There has just been too much stuff happening and not enough time to sort it all out in the little green skull. Add rampaging hormones to the mix and it makes a very nasty combination indeed.
Also - stuff from last week is catching up. Went to visit my favorite Hobbit last week in hospital. Don't think I ever did get around to mentioning her when it actually happened. One of our Registered Nurse elves - the nicest, gentlest and most interesting of all in St Mungo's was diagnosed with bowel cancer last November. She had an operation in January and everything seemed OK. She had gone home but Iz heard through the grapevine that she went back into hospital just after Easter. Apparently they did not remove all the cancer and it has now spread. With cancer - especially radiation and chemotherapy - it seems the cure is worse than the disease. It is so so scary how these things happens so suddenly. The poor woman looks absolutely exhausted and often feels too nauseous to eat. She had actually been looking after her husband who has emphesymia but now she is much much sicker than him. Her children have come home from the USA and England. She is from New Zealand herself and had given Izzie lots of tips of what to do on last year's Middle Earth adventures.
She mentioned that she is going to some workshop next month run by some man from England who was diagnosed with cancer. He had his leg amputated and was told that he had 6 months left to live. He started doing meditation and visualisation and fifteen years later is still alive to tell the tale and is apparently doing the rounds telling other cancer sufferers about what he did.
Iz remembers last year reading a book about how visualisation can be used to help get rid of cancer. It may or may not work but it certainly can't do any harm. Do any Izzie friends know of some books or things along those lines?
Iz often thinks that cancer is such a strange illness because it is sort of like the body beating up on itself. Unlike how some economists would have us belief - unlimited growth is not always good.
It is strange really. We all know we are going to die some day but not many of us live as if we really believe it.
But now that we've had the Izzie pity party - at least we know some of the reasons for it and a bit of a snooze tomorrow and no more major assignments to worry about - should be back to my silly slinky old self soon enough.
A new month and a new beginning - so hopes ickle Iz anyway.
But now must be off to the Brocken on the Broomstick in the Izzie dreams. It's Walpurgisnacht and ickle Iz has got lots of snow to sweep off all those mountains.
Back in 2001 the year was so damned awful that Iz declared the First of May to be New Year's Day. Went to the beach and had a picnic and stuff and things did improve for a few months or so. If I wasn't working tomorrow afternoon - would not be a bad idea at all. In that year it was work that was horrible and studying that was interesting (At that stage Iz had not yet discovered the evil delights and temptations in Cyberia or the Potter boy and all his interesting online associates) This year work is good and it is the goblins that are making Izzie's life a misery.
Because of Good Friday we missed one of the Goblin tutorials but the tutor said that she still expected us to have the questionses done for when we came back after Easter. So yet another nasty thing to add to the long long list for over Easter. And Iz knew that none of those two chapter summaries with questions nor the weekly auditing stuff was going to get a look in until after the three big assignments were all done. The last of those was due on Tuesday. Normally I work Tuesday mornings and spend four hours in the evening completing the nasty auditing weekly assignment stuff that I start on Friday evenings. But this time the Iz got rostered to do a late shift on Tuesday which means having only one or two hours computer time in the morning (Being too lazy to be in here any time before 11 am when there is no classes) but also having to fight for a computer between all the classes and things. At least in the evenings there is not so much demand for the computers.
So of course it was all going to have to get pushed onto the one available hour on Wednesday and Thursday during the day time. But Thursday is when the Iz is supposed to be doing the stuff due on Friday. That invariably gets left till the last minute because unlike the other assignments - it does not have to be typed.
So there was Iz last night - after the evening class that finished at 9pm indulging in a fit of LJ lurking and procrastination and then having to stay up until 1.30 am to do the stuff that we would have done on Good Friday if there had been a class.
Being Friday - got up at 5.30 to be in town in time for the usual weekly speaking group and then a mad dash off to the bank to deposit the weeks funds and then off on the bus to the Min. So that left 30 minutes until class time to do the second lot of questions. And of course, she decides that she will collect this week. Not the first lot that I spent three times as much time on but the second lot that the Iz rushed off in 30 minutes.
I actually got the answers right but only wrote one page compared to two or three that just about everyone else did. So will be most lucky to get a 60% like last time and more likely for it to be a 50%. But still - in comparison to the ridiculousssss 4-5 hours that the Iz has to spend on the auditing stuff which is also randomly collected but has to be typed - can hardly complain.
It is just so utterly ridiculous that in one unit you can have a multiple choice test that is worth 10% of the course total that they give you 20 minutes for and might only take you 4 minutes to do and then another unit will require about 5 hours work for 5% of the marks - assuming they even collect the damn thing in the first place. And if they don't of course - it is worth 0.
So these last two days Iz has been pottering around as mad and bad as she was back in the dark days of 2001. Even the bad old habit of muttering aloud has made a comeback. Iz used to say things like 'Filthy f***** snails, or Nazi Scum (specially reserved for stinking little smokers) but has now added 'Nasty stinking things', and 'Filthy stinking Mugglefuckers' to the reportoire. Silly Iz thinks - if you are going to do a crazy thing like muttering to yourself - at least do it in German so most people won't know just what horrid things you are saying (So Iz does utter the odd "Verdammte Schnecken" (Bloody snails) and "Arschloch" (That should not be too hard to guess))
Went to St B today and even bought the usual bottlie and picnic thingies but apart from the fact that there was lots of noisy little rugrats running around and Iz was not in the mood for noise - was feeling so ditzy, dazed and bloody bewildered that it would not have been a good idea to have even the itsiest bitsiest tipple.
Nothing like a bit of tiredness or sleep deprivation to turn even a chirpy chipmunk into a marauding monster.
But I guess - the basic Izzie problem is a massive case of information overload. There has just been too much stuff happening and not enough time to sort it all out in the little green skull. Add rampaging hormones to the mix and it makes a very nasty combination indeed.
Also - stuff from last week is catching up. Went to visit my favorite Hobbit last week in hospital. Don't think I ever did get around to mentioning her when it actually happened. One of our Registered Nurse elves - the nicest, gentlest and most interesting of all in St Mungo's was diagnosed with bowel cancer last November. She had an operation in January and everything seemed OK. She had gone home but Iz heard through the grapevine that she went back into hospital just after Easter. Apparently they did not remove all the cancer and it has now spread. With cancer - especially radiation and chemotherapy - it seems the cure is worse than the disease. It is so so scary how these things happens so suddenly. The poor woman looks absolutely exhausted and often feels too nauseous to eat. She had actually been looking after her husband who has emphesymia but now she is much much sicker than him. Her children have come home from the USA and England. She is from New Zealand herself and had given Izzie lots of tips of what to do on last year's Middle Earth adventures.
She mentioned that she is going to some workshop next month run by some man from England who was diagnosed with cancer. He had his leg amputated and was told that he had 6 months left to live. He started doing meditation and visualisation and fifteen years later is still alive to tell the tale and is apparently doing the rounds telling other cancer sufferers about what he did.
Iz remembers last year reading a book about how visualisation can be used to help get rid of cancer. It may or may not work but it certainly can't do any harm. Do any Izzie friends know of some books or things along those lines?
Iz often thinks that cancer is such a strange illness because it is sort of like the body beating up on itself. Unlike how some economists would have us belief - unlimited growth is not always good.
It is strange really. We all know we are going to die some day but not many of us live as if we really believe it.
But now that we've had the Izzie pity party - at least we know some of the reasons for it and a bit of a snooze tomorrow and no more major assignments to worry about - should be back to my silly slinky old self soon enough.
A new month and a new beginning - so hopes ickle Iz anyway.
But now must be off to the Brocken on the Broomstick in the Izzie dreams. It's Walpurgisnacht and ickle Iz has got lots of snow to sweep off all those mountains.
