Grump, Grump, grump

Today I have to grade and proctor, neither of which I feel like doing. I wanted to report my missing bank card to the bank and get my Social Security number this morning, but they ran out of proctors, so I am off to make sure no-one cheats on the final exam.

Random annoying thing: Every time the secretary asks for graders, she always has a lot of dollar signs in the header and mentions we get paid extra for this. Except me, because I am
a) Canadian
b) a post doc
So I get to give up my research time and mark for the next two days. (At least they feed me).

Other grumbles:
1)Could Mr Bob be any more childish? I rearranged the furniture in the living room and it put him into major sulks. He's worse than a cat. He said it looked very nice this morning, but there was some major sighing and grumbling later on because he had to walk across the room to turn off a lamp that was moved. Fer Chrisakes!
2)I made no cookies yesterday.
3) I really want to run some experiments beore Christmas, but I have stupid paperwork.

Now for more fun stuff

Part 3 of 7 of Iggy's life

It was obvious that the correct answer to the question was a fit of appreciative giggles and a bashful lowering of the eyes.
Instead Iggy smiled and ran her eyes quickly over the possibilities. She hesitated (perhaps a second) for forms sake, but in reality her mind was quite made up. After all, when offered a choice of deserts would anyone pick a scoop of vanilla ice cream, when there was a rich delicious cheesecake?
So in this case, it was the same and the correct choice was obvious.
She smiled wider and pointed.
"I'll take that one"