Told you I’d remember. Or, I made it up to cover my abs. But you’ll never know the difference anyway.
So, I’m expecting a package from UPS. It’s from Mouser electronics. I heart mouser. Anyway, Mandy comes over on Thurday before I head off to class to mind the apartment and to wait for the UPS guy. I guess she was going to study or something like that. She has some time before she has to be back to wait.So she goes to a couple second-hand stores to get some trinkets for her apartment. That’s right, trinkets. Meanwhile, I’m at school, looking at a piece of matlab code that just won’t do what it’s supposed to. I know the package is coming, so I track it at around 4. The thing says “exception – redelivery scheduled.” I thought mandy was supposed to be there!
Anyway, what happened was Mandy was out getting a milk shake while the UPS man was knocking at my door. She got back less than five minutes after the guy left the little infonotice plastered to my door. Stink.
I told you that story to tell you this one.
Mandy’s over at my place on friday, and I’m excited because the package is going to come today, and I’m home to get it. I usually leave a post-it note on the door that says “Knock loudly” if I’m going to be napping, but today, I didn’t feel like it. I was being lazy. Now, my apartment isn’t very large. I can usually hear the door from my room. I wasn’t really that tired, so I was drifting in and out of consciousness. The kind of sleep that feels like it’s only been 2 minutes when it’s been half an hour. At 5 something-or-other, I hear some sort of rustling outside, and a kind of banging on the steps. But no knock. I go out to the door and there’s an infonotice stuck to my door again. When did this phantom UPS man come? I checked online and it hadn’t updated the tracking yet, but then I called UPS to pick up the package from their “little” distribution center in Commerce City. Just on a whim, I asked when the guy came by. The lady said it was about 5:20. I was there at 5:23. Deja foo. Now there’s a joke between mandy and I that the UPS man knocks really lightly and tiptoes around, not delivering packages, but just taping little sticky notes to peoples’ doors.
Finally I picked up the package that night at their distribution center. It’s ridiculous how many people they serve from that tiny little shack they have. What they have isn’t very organized either. You get in some kind of amorphous line, that kind of shifts around at times and more or less forms a blob. I could see my package clearly, marked “mouser” on the box, sitting under a couple other packages. There’s a counter up front, where you think you want to be, so you stand in the blob. For some reason or another, a lady is walking around reading names off of packages. If no one responds, she moves on. Is this the efficiency we expect from UPS? I just wanted her to get through the two packages sitting on top of mine to get to me. I knew mine was sitting right in front of me, but I couldn’t just say “hey, that’s mine.” Well, I suppose I could have, but I would’ve been an ass. So patiently I waited. Blah blah blah, I got my package and drove home.
Then I measured the components. They won’t fit in the boxes that I wanted. You know, the ones in the picture from a couple days ago. So I looked for another box that would work. Too bad I bought all the components to put them in two boxes. Sucks to me. But I got one that’s kinda cool. Bourbon. It’s a bit larger than what I need, but who cares, eh? It’s going to look cool. That’s all that matters. It’s shipping from Arizona, so it’s like… 2 days USPS or 3 days UPS. Nice. I’ll have this thing boxed up and ready to go by next week. If I’m not an idiot and blow this one up too. Good thing these are cheap.
Enough of that nonsense. On to the Prairie Home Companion.
At 4:04 MST, I started listening to WBAAs stream. WBAA is purdue’s NPR station. Pretty good station. Sometimes they have a little kooky stuff like “hearts of space” which, by the way, is awesome. To laugh about when you want to hear real music. Anyway, you could really hear the big reverberation of Elliott Hall of Music. I remember tapping my pencil on my lapboard and hearing the echo off of the ceiling before tests. All the while, I despised Matt Carroll for being in the audience. I hate you. I hope you got to meet Garrisson Keillor and make an ass of yourself. But you probably didn’t make yourself out to be any larger of a fool than you really are. How’s that for concilitory remarks?
The show made fun of the engineering at Purdue, and really, it’s all true. Except for those fake inventions, like the aerosol bikini. Strangely, I feel an affinity toward Purdue. Toward Elliott Hall of Music, where we saw Dave Chappelle do his stand-up, and that other guy that was touring with him make really dumb jokes about drinking alcohol and smoking weed to get cheap laughs. Yeah, he’s goin’ places. Too bad people actually liked it. “uh huh huh huh… beer… huh huh huh… WOO SPRING BREAK!!!”
I think a lot of my problem is that I think I’m better than everyone else. At purdue, I thought I was smarter than everyone, more cultured, more laid-back, etc… Here in colorado, I think I’m more down-to-earth, more in-touch with the world than everyone else. And I always think I’m a better writer. But I’m a horrible conversationalist and story-teller. I’m a self-worshiper. I’m better than everyone else, but I’m worse than everyone. Figure that one out. I feel like I’m repeating myself. Anyway, narcissism and self-deprication are from the same camp of thinking of oneself all the time. And I’m king.
As one last parting note, I can’t write a short post, unless I have absolutely nothing to say. Somehow, I ramble and rant until it’s 2 AM every time. I need a job.