Further evidence that I'm Brimming with Awesomeness

So this morning I happened to step away from my desk for a minute (which is shocking, as I joke with everyone around that I'm tethered to my desk and people have actually expressed shock and awe whenever I am let out of my cage and can be found in another part of the building) and when I came back, I saw the Red Light of Voicemail on my phone. I picked up the receiver to check the message, and promptly smacked myself in the eye. With the phone. If you ask me how a person manages to miss the side of their head and instead strike themselves in the eye with a large piece of plastic, I can only tell you I don't know, it takes a certain level of coordination.


Early this afternoon I was hard at work on a challenging mathematical problem, and while trying to figure it out, I was holding my calculator in my hand and randomly pushing buttons because I like the sound they make. It soothes me. Before I continue, you should really get an idea of what my calculator looks like:
Some people (the boys) have claimed this looks like it was manufactured in approximately 1974 and that it's a relic from an earlier time. I challenge that it's an amazing piece of office machinery and I could not live without it. Plus, the buttons make a soothing clicky sound, so what's not to like? And I bought it last spring, so it was most certainly manufactured post-1974. They're a bunch of haters.

Anyway, as I was absently pushing buttons, I suddenly realized that somehow I had switched to the European way of numbering. As in, I had commas where there should have been decimals and I had decimals where there should have been commas. I thought to myself, "oh I must have hit some obvious combination of keys to do this, I'll just change it back!" Yea, not so much. I cannot figure out how to change it back. And of course, the owner's manual is in my apartment where it is the most helpful, so I won't be able to fix the situation until I get home later. Calculator 1, Jessie 0.

I was also having a major (extremely liberal use of the word "major") crisis this morning because I could not make a decision on whether to watch Grey's Anatomy tonight and catch the season finale of The Office online tomorrow, or whether I should watch The Office tonight and Grey's tomorrow. I think it's both sick and wrong that they are on at the same time when I don't have a Tivo. After careful consideration and discussion with my esteemed advisor Toni, I have decided to watch The Office tonight. We do not yet know what the long-term repercussions of this decision will be, but we just have to make due the best we can with the information in front of us (I feel like this sentence should be said in a really deep voice-over sounding voice to make it seem more impressive).

Also, I've been stalking -er, checking the new fall lineups for TV regularly, so far Tuesdays look like a total wasteland (of course they are, why would I want something to look forward to on a Tuesday?). Meanwhile, there are about 3 channels I could watch on Mondays or on Thursdays. My plan to acquire a Tivo has just gone up a gear (which puts it from a 0 to like a .125 because I definitely can't justify the money until I'm living less like a college student and more like an actual grownup).