The fabled American Express black card - This thing began life as an urban legend which American Express picked up on - it’s basically a credit card that you can buy anything with: like, say, jets. The bearer is entitled to amazing perks: “A personal concierge - one person assigned to your account, with a direct phone number and email address …”
Visual Task Tips - Install this program, and when you hover your mouse over the task bar, it’ll give you a thumbnail preview of the represented window. Very useful. What caught my eye was this is extremely lightweight: just 90kb!
If I did anything other than write this sentence to keep my promise of one week of consecutive updates, I would be wasting time I could be spending studying.
Nina works at the Binz Refectory, and has been there well beyond my four short years at St. Thomas. The thing that amazes me is her ability to stay cheerful, day in, day out, through all those years. I’ve stopped to get food from her in the balmy fall days of September, the early, dark, snowy mornings of February, and on springtime days looking forward to a summer change of pace. I am sure she’s been subect to belligerent students, dropped plates, and the monotony of a food service job … but she never seems unhappy.
Right now, I am trying to avoid unhappiness - stay cheerful and not get buried under life. Perhaps I could be happy working in food service - happiness seems to me to come more from within than from without. Regardless, I am waiting to hear back from dental schools, a nerve-racking game where I try to keep my hopes down so not to get disappointed upon bad news. I can’t help but invest my hopes into this future - I really want to see this dental school thing work out, it’s hard to function normally with it in the background.
I have to figure out how to be happy with or without acceptance.
I’d like to issue an apology to the rather frumpy student at the cafeteria who I made some incorrect assumptions about. I assumed that a rather unpleasant cocktail of body-odor type smells issuing from his general vicinity were due solely to his presence. However, I later found out that it was a unique combination of brocolli, cauliflower, vinaigrette, and (possibly moldy) bleu cheese dressing that were the source of the most unsavory and (un)surprisingly BO type smell.
Though I do not know who you are, and though I kept my incorrect and scurrilous assumptions to myself, I feel that I have come to know you better Mr. Random Cafeteria Guy. Freed from the shackles of reckless and uninformed prejudices and with a greater understanding of your hygiene, I feel empowered to think better of my fellow man, and of you.