Heaping fail

I told you about how some of my students want me to do more to make some of the other students shut up in class. We haven't had class since that girl came to talk to me, so there's no news on whether it's working or not. Anyway, today I had lunch in the University cafeteria for the first time in six years and I fucked it all up and misunderstood how many different plates you're supposed to take and got yelled at by the cashier and ended up with enough food to feed a small family for several days. But I was just eating with one other person and we're sort of pals and who really cares if I fucked up the cafeteria system. But then when I sat down with my overflowing tray, a woman I sort of know but am nothing like friends with showed up and wanted to talk to me and apparently she's some kind of student coordinator or something and it turns out my students had been to her, too, so I had to have another awkward conversation about how I need to shut the students up, only this time it was with a more senior colleague, not a student, in front of the director of my course, and in the middle of everything, like a monument to my incompetence and dereliction, was my tray of gluttony and ineptitude. Joder. And I hadn't even had a chance to do anything because I haven't had class since I found out it was a problem. (I knew the loud students annoyed me; I didn't realize the noise was a problem for anyone else. Honest. I wear a microphone, so I assumed people could hear.) Whine.

Moving on to national-level suckage, Spanair has cancelled all of its flights indefinitely because the Catalan government can't afford to finance it, and the Spanish unemployment rate is currently 23%. Joder.