I'm pretty much resigning myself to failing my accounting class. I'm in tears because I just.can't. get it right. I have a quiz tomorrow and an exam in two weeks that I *need* to do well on to save my grade. I've been immersed in it all weekend and I just can't seem to make it work. Bonds, interest, amortization, other words I can't remember. Gah. I'm going to end up taking this class over, I know it. All the while my last to feminism assignments breathing down my neck.
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I'm pretty much resigning myself to failing my accounting class. I'm in tears because I just.can't. get it right. I have a quiz tomorrow and an exam in two weeks that I *need* to do well on to save my grade. I've been immersed in it all weekend and I just can't seem to make it work. Bonds, interest, amortization, other words I can't remember. Gah. I'm going to end up taking this class over, I know it. All the while my last to feminism assignments breathing down my neck.
Post by orangeblossom on Dec 7, 2014 15:22:51 GMT -5
I'm grumpy, because I went to see my family yesterday. It wasn't 100% that DH was going, but then his schedule got thrown off and he decided he wanted to rest. Cool. I said I'd like for him to go, but understand he's tired.
I go on about my business, and come home to find he's had the time to go pick up something and bring it back (3 hours round trip), AND work on it for who knows how long. Okay, I'm annoyed, but whatever.
The thing that really sends me over the edge, is he's all "was so and so there?", "did Joe bring his baby?" Aw man, I didnt get to see the baby, etc. I don't want to hear it. You had the opportunity to go, you didn't for completely valid reasons, but then you go and do something else that expended far more energy than go with me, nope, I'm not trying to hear it.
It's a fabric covered cork board that is now my new Christmas Card holder. I'm super pleased because I'm not really crafty at all and it turned out great.
The grumpy part is I'm an idiot and used my dining room table to make it. And had to drop the staple gun to stop the baby from electrocuting himself. So I gouged it all to fuck. I'm hella pissed at myself. Also, don't tell my H.
I'm pretty much resigning myself to failing my accounting class. I'm in tears because I just.can't. get it right. I have a quiz tomorrow and an exam in two weeks that I *need* to do well on to save my grade. I've been immersed in it all weekend and I just can't seem to make it work. Bonds, interest, amortization, other words I can't remember. Gah. I'm going to end up taking this class over, I know it. All the while my last to feminism assignments breathing down my neck.
I have always been good at math, but accounting made absolutely no sense to me. Good luck with the quiz!
Speaking of sisters, mine was released from jail. She has not checked in with her PO.
So this ought to go well.
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Somehow recently my brother's debt collectors have found my cell number. So now I get a call once a week asking if I know where he is.
We used to get these kinds of calls because apparently someone with our last name owes money and H's phone number would get called. We started having contests for who could answer the phone with the most ridiculous accent and make up the most ridiculous gibberish.
I am grumpy because now my whole body is mysteriously sore and it hurts like hell. Grandma took the kids, and now I can't even have my much-anticipated lady glass of win because I feel sick to my stomach. :N:
Apparently, though that's just because they have. My parents have gotten calls for years about bro's debt.
Is it the same creditor each week? Once you've told them you are not him, don't know how to get in touch with him or any variation thereof, they're supposed to leave you alone.
Next time, I would throw out that they're abusing the fair debt collection practices act and their practices by calling you. That should shut them up and stop calling you, at least in theory.