Whose fault is it anyway?

I put off my application for the University of Florida. I put it off, and I put it off some more. And then, with about a week and a half before the deadline, I was almost done, except that I found out that I needed the school to send my transcript? I had thought that the university would request it themselves, but I guess not. On Monday I filled out a form asking the school to send my transcript, and two days later, I got a hard copy so I could actually see how much credit I was getting for each class I was taking (that was also the last part of the form). Wow! Did you know that I'm getting 1 credit for each class? Apparently they don't discuss how much credit I'm getting for taking AP Calculus AB in one semester and AP Calculus BC in the next. Nobody knows, actually, so we're just going to have to see. I made my best guess and fired off that application (online) on Wednesday. Then I got some stuff together, including a recommendation letter I had hastily gotten from Dr. Singkornrat earlier in the day. She had been short on time, so I advised her on what to put down. Then she signed it so that I'd have a copy to send out that very night.

The Early Decision deadline is Monday, October 2, so I was really worried about the envelope not getting there on time. Yesterday my dad went to the post office and made sure it would get to the university overnight, so they should have it now. Maybe I shouldn't have done the Early Decision thing. It basically requires you to sell your soul to the college; if they accept you, you're contractually bound to go there. The only advantage (?) is that you find out earlier... and you're more likely to get in? Oh well. That's the option I chose, anyway. Everyone else was doing it, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. At least I don't have to worry about being rejected because of a late application.

When I started back at my old job earlier this month, the last thing that went through my mind was how much I should get paid. I never discussed it with anyone, so when I got the application, I was a little startled to see that I could write down how much I wanted to get paid. Because I had made $7 per hour originally, that's what I put down. (Was this a mistake? Hint: Why would be writing about it now?)

I got my first paycheck last week. For working 15 hours, I got a gross pay of $105, which was to be expected. My sister, who started working the same job during the same hours, did not get her paycheck. She hadn't signed an important form, so some dance had to be undertaken with the main office of the company. She got the check today, and it was for $120. She made $8 an hour. I confronted her about it, and she said that she didn't see any part of the application where you could write down how much you wanted to make. Ergo: she left the field blank, and Accounting or whoever gave her $8. I, who have an extra 15 months of experience at the company under my belt, gave myself $7, and some middle-management screwball grinned an evil grin.

Apparently I should ask for more money -- that is, ask for a raise. Here's the funny (or funnier) part: Sophia, the office manager who I've known since I started working there three years ago, is leaving, and so who will I have to plead to to get a raise? I don't know! It'll be somebody I've never met before. Way to make a first impression. Here's this long-haired boy or kid who makes butt at his current job and wants to make twice butt. Would you give him a $1 raise? Why do I have to be the one to suffer for actually reading the application and signing my name where necessary? Why do I have to be the one to suffer for failing to consider important questions and passing off foolish assumptions as answers? Whose fault is it, anyway?

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo. It's a sentence, man. But it raises the question: are there really any Buffalo buffalo?

Youth Against Sudoku. I wonder if crossword puzzles were ever met with this kind of resistance.