built to last...for 2 weeks

if you read my blog, there's a small chance you may have noticed that the administration of my law school is completely inept (as a side note, my school also runs on old woman time. every employee of the school who is not a professor or maintenance is an old woman. they do things however and whenever they want to, which is generally half-assed and infrequently. the other day i went to the mailroom to drop some outgoing mail in the basket and one woman who works there was just sitting behind her desk staring. nothing on her computer, nothing on her desk. it was completely clear. just staring. i think that the higher-ups have serious issues causing them to shrivel up and hide from confrontation like male genetalia in a cold pool, and therefore refuse to let any of the useless employees go. why pay extra to get outlets in the "renovated" building when we can blow the money on a few employees who just do nothing besides sit, and take an occasional lap around the building?).

well, this "renovation" included turning the rooms into classrooms. today, as i was sitting in patents, i open my book to the page we're discussing when there's a loud, annoying clanging of metal, followed by the feeling of something on my leg, followed by the sound of metal hitting plastic and more metal, followed by metal hitting carpet. that's right, the table i was sitting at just started to fall apart on its own.

i wasnt touching any part of the table when it happened, except of course when the metal plate hit me in the leg. it didnt hurt at all, but it was loud as shit. the plate is approximately 4"x4" and slightly resembles a throwing star. it's nice to know that when the school renovated the building they were really thinking of the students, and bought quality furniture.

so what did i do with it? well, since i am just a large child, i resorted back to the rules of 1st grade: it touched me, so i took it home. now i have a useless piece of metal in my apartment. damnit. maybe i'll sell it on ebay.