Linking up with Meghan at Clean Eats, Fast Feets for the Week in Review.
My boss was on vacation this week, so, as she said, I was in charge of the monkeys…as in “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
I worked…I don’t know, 35-ish hours at the day job.
Kept up with school stuff. Like our dumbed-down second assignment. By which I mean that apparently most of my classmates, who are all grad students, complained about the grade on our first assignment and/or the professor’s feedback, so he changed the next two assignments—now we no longer have to actually write the article, we just have to tell why it’s a good article, who we’d interview, and our angle—which now strike me as being super-easy.
1) GRADUATE LEVEL CLASS, people. Do you really expect it to be easy? (Not that I’m opposed to easy, but I AM opposed to whiny complainers.) 2) The prof let us turn the assignment in early for his feedback, make changes, and then submit for a grade. Hello? I jumped on that opportunity. He gave detailed feedback, including why each issue didn’t work, I fixed them, and my final grade was a 94, I think. I fail to see a problem with the professor taking the time to do this and help us. But people complained, so now we’re not actually getting feedback on our journalistic writing. Yep, great learning opportunity wasted right there.
I’m still aggravated about this, and it happened last Monday.
Did a little Prime Day shopping, to the tune of a new set of ceramic cookware (in a lovely aqua green) and an air purifier (because that Saharan dust we were seeing last week flared my allergies up, and I’m tired of being congested. Trying something new.). Already got my old cookware to a new and needed home, too. Yay for keeping things simple.
Got in three workouts: two 4-milers at 5 a.m., and one 10+miler at 4 a.m. (Saturday), because this has been the forecast here for the week:
Note: the forecast actually changed to a high of 109 on Saturday and Sunday, and my phone tells me it’s 108 degrees as I write this at 6 p.m. on Saturday. UGHHH.
Managed to stick to the low-carb thing this week.
Not the best cupcake I’ve ever had, but not bad.
Baby Brother did get my great-grandmother’s sewing machine to my apartment. It’s now home to a lamp and my air purifier. I just know it’s over 100 years old. Thanks to him for being awesome.