I Love Walls

Let me give you a little background. On Saturday grav_ity and I went into Toronto to an old friend's birthday party. Yay for mini-Laurier reunions! We didn't get there until after 9pm and I had no plans on going home that night either, since I assumed we'd be in Toronto until the bars closed. I was planning on sleeping at Grav's.

However, the music was too loud and you couldn't even carry on a conversation, which put a damper on things like reunions. Grav and I left just before midnight to catch the train back to her place. Usually by this time I'd be dead asleep in bed, but I was so wide awake (and it was still 'early') that I decided to drive home. I was back by just after 1am. I parked in the garage beside my parent's car and entered through the mud room.

My parents, who I live with by virtue of the fact that I can't afford my own place, weren't expecting me back, so I was trying to be quiet while also not making it sound like I was breaking into the house.

Sunday morning my Dad got up at 8 and made noise before walking right passed my closed bedroom door to exit through the garage. Apparently he went off to have coffee with someone. At 9 my mom got up. Again, my bedroom door was closed, which it only ever is when I'm in it sleeping. Mom made a lot of noise. At 9:30 I finally got up and Mom and I have the following conversation. Please keep in mind I'm in my PJs.

Mom: Oh, did you just get home? I didn't expect you back this early.
Me: [WTF?] *blinks*
Mom: How was it?
Me: Good.

At this time Dad returns, Mom goes into the kitchen and Dad and I have the following conversation.

Dad: Did you just get back?
Me: *blinks* No, I came back last night.
Dad: But your car wasn't in the garage this morning.
Me: It wasn't? Is it there now?
Dad: Yes. Did you just get back?
Me: No. At least no one stole my car. I came back last night.
Dad: Oh, you did? Well I didn't hear you.

Mom walks back in, having been ten feet away and missed the entire conversation.

Mom: So, how's [Kate]?

Seriously, 16 year olds would kill to live with these people. Utterly, utterly clueless.

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And then, in the afternoon, in the middle of Crappy Tire, Dad came out with the following:

'So, do you think Andy [the ex-boyfriend in England] would get a two bedroom apartment and rent you a room?'

To which, WITHOUT THINKING, I replied 'I think he'd rather I just moved into his bedroom.'

*headdesk*

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Protocal question for academics:

(Mostly for future reference.)

1) Is it acceptable to cancel a meeting with a supervisor for a good reason? What if it is on the day of the meeting? What is the most polite way to contact the person, or does everyone just email these days and expect people to check their mail regularly?

2) What if your supervisor schedules a meeting and then forgets? I ask, because this has happened to me before and I had no idea what to do, so I made it sound like I had the time wrong (he showed up an hour late). How do I tell a supervisor they were in the wrong without making it sound like they've screwed up my day?

I am so out of practice with this. October is going to be a nightmare!