How Do You Like My New Look?

I got tired of seeing the same header that I’ve had there since I started this blog a few months ago.  I wanted something new.  One of my own pictures.  It’s not the best picture that I’ve taken, but back in December, I think, my old computer went bye bye and I had to, as the tech people at my last job would say, rebuild it.  Since I stupidly didn’t save any of my pictures or other things to disc or a flash drive, it was bye bye hard work.  I’ve since learned my lesson, but I haven’t taken any really good pictures lately.

Frustration

I wish that there was a certain day that the grades would be posted so that we could just check for our grades on that day instead of checking every day.  It’s so frustrating not knowing when they are going to get the damn grades up.  I’m fairly certain that I will be getting something in the A range, but I’d rather be able to see it right in front of me.  

It’s another beautiful day outside but I can’t make myself go out there.  First of all I really have nowhere to go, and secondly, I don’t really want to go out for a walk.  I wish that we had a terrace, like we had when I was younger and living in Brooklyn.  That way I’d be able to go outside, feel the breeze on my skin and not have to deal with people.  It would be like my own little slice of peace.  Whenever I go outside here, especially when I’m either walking into or walking out of my building, or on the elevator, I usually see someone that knows me and they always want to talk.  I hate that.  

I don’t really like conversations with strangers.  Even if I know who you are, if I don’t consider you a friend then you are a stranger.  I hate that whenever I walk into the building, someone is either right ahead of me or right behind me.  I don’t walk fast.  If they are ahead of me, then that means that when they hold the door I have to speed up or else I come across as an asshole.  Same thing if they are behind me, but still far enough that I have to wait for them.  I feel that pressure because again, if I don’t hold the door for them, then I come across as an asshole.  Personally, I don’t know why I hold the door for them to begin with.  Sometimes, even if I am a step or two behind them and am struggling with bags, they let the door slam right in my face.  Thanks jerk offs.