I started taking a Renewable Energy coarse recently and I quickly found that there was an enormous knob in the class. You know the kind; someone who is such an asshole than everyone in the class would just like to strangle. I wrote about this asshole a couple of weeks ago and luckily for me and the others, he missed the second class. This gave us all a reprieve but our joy was short lived. Last night, 'he' returned. What a fucking knob. That is all I can say. Let me tell you about his performance.
- Comes late. Everyone else manages to get there on time but he comes fifteen minute after the class has begun.
- Despite being tardy, the knob manages to ask 48 questions over the next 2.45 hours (I kept track!). This was about equal to the questions asked by the rest of the 28 people that were taking the coarse. Inquisitive little fucker isn't he?
- Despite coming late, the knob has to get up and walk across the room and go to the bathroom after about a half hour and doesn't shut the door. He pretends that he trying to be quiet and not disturb anyone, but of coarse it is all a ploy for everyone to look at him. The instructor has to go shut the door due to the noise in the hallway.
- Now the knob comes back and doesn't shut the door again, even though the instructor had closed it. The instructor needs to tell him to shut the door. What a knob!
- As the session goes on, he realizes that he didn't get his handouts, so across the room he tromps to pick up the papers needed to follow the instruction. He; of coarse, is sitting as fas as humanly possible from the handouts, so it was the usual production for him to do this.
- The knob loves to asks questions that are about stuff that hasn't been covered yet, leading the instructor to tell him repeatedly that we will get to that. Over and over and over ...
- Then he asks questions about things that the instructors isn't going to cover in an attempt to show everyone how much he knows, even though it has nothing to do with what we are learning
- Of course he tries to be funny, after all that is why we are there isn't it? To listen to his clever little jokes. FUCK!
- As we learned in the first class, he can't sit due to falling off of a roof (I believe more than ever that someone pushed the bastard) which means he is constantly getting up and walking around : look at me, look at me!
- While the instructor is instructing, the knob talks to neighbours when he should be listening and he talks fucking loud. I think we can't modulate his voice level. I believe Will Farrell did a skit about that on SNL.
- After the break, in which he is the last one back in the room again; he returns with some kind of ice cream treat which he proceeds to eat. The wrapper of the ice cream treat was wrinkling and crinkling and making so much noise that you could barely hear the instructor. Couldn't get a chocolate bar or some other snack. No, he has to get something that takes forever to eat and he has to crinkle the noisy cellophane wrapper for fifteen minutes.
As you can see, my short attention span is tested mightily by the knob. How am I ever going to concentrate on renewable energy when 'he' is grinding my gears. Lucky there is not exam in this coarse. I don't think I'd do so well!
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MDW made some wonderful lentil soup yesterday, using a ham bone. What a wonderful treat on a -25 degree winter night. I did my part by going to Cobb's Bakery and getting a Jalapeno twist: a delightfully hot bread that goes nicely with soup. Who says I can't cook?
Tonight MDW went out for supper at Cafe Da Ville in Sherwood Park with some school friends. I has Chinese take out. I truly believe that I could eat some kind of Asian food ever night. Tomorrow: Ukrainian food.
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