Rampidbyter Rampid byter: A byte of my .Net developing life.

Well I started graduate school. Who would have thought? I started graduate school with one heck of a bad week. First my tire blew out on my truck leaving me stuck with trying to change the spare tire. Unfortunately Ford thought it would be a fantastic idea to make getting the full size spare tire off the truck damned near impossible by requiring a spare tire lock key that is inserted through a hole in the bumper with a four foot long crank. Then you have to crank counterclockwise until your arms fall off to drop the spare tire down to where you can even get it. If that seems easy enough, well, if you’re missing the spare tire lock key (due to used truck purchase) you might as well lube your thumb up because you’re going to be thumbing for a ride. I even tried two calls to AAA over a two day period amounted to the first day getting the wrong type of tow truck sent out (I have a 4x4 that requires full flat bed.) Even on the second attempt took over four hours so I just canceled it because the tire stores were all closed. So that left me trying to crank on the spare tire to get it off, but thankfully the braided steel wire would not decent, the cranking amounted to an hour of wasted time, and the only thing left was to get up under there to losen the line up. So I got up under the truck bed with a wrench and started turning on the end of the tire retaining bar. Next thing I know I hear a loud pop and feel a crushing pain on my wrist as the tire litterally drops straight down onto my then rotating wrist. Ouch to say the least. A few choice words later I was able to finally (after three days) change my spare tire. Thank you Ford. So that started my week off with a bang.

The first day started out as such, drive to work, get to my desk at 6:50am, work with no lunch until 3:40pm (usually here till 5pm but left early to scope out the school), drive downtown get there close to or at 5pm. I get out of the truck to find a weird feeling like my undershirt fell down around my waste. I started walking out of the parking garage (cost 7 dollars to park how unbelievable!) and it feels like my shirt is getting bunched up and falling lower. It wasn’t until that point that I realized that it was not my shirt but my underoos! With each step I took the farther they fell. How unlikely is it that your underwear would fell off while you had pants on?! So I’m walking around in a strange new school having no idea where the bathrooms are with what I’d only imagine was a growing band of underwear line growing down around my hips. Women complain about panty lines they should try having this happen to them, but anyway I’m walking around looking for a bathroom and notice a few odd looks my way. It was the most embarrassing thing that could happen barring that the pants entirely should drop, but I sure did make an interesting impression with my hands in my pockets trying to hold my drawers up. Ended up having to make two trips to the bathroom in order to get the situation somewhat manageable by tucking the rim over and around my belt to keep them from dropping again during class.

I think that had to be the best part of the whole experience right there because four hours later I had a new appreciation for how normal people never had to wrap microeconomics in their heads. I’ll expand on that concept a little later on, but for now graduate school is starting off nicely… sarcasm and all.