Dr. Jensen curved the Manu Processes exam down quite a ways, so my 81 turned into a 90. And I'm optimistic about Work Design.

Honestly, it often happens that way. I worry myself silly thinking about my bombage of a test and it usually works itself out. I should learn a lesson, don't you think?

Worrying is a sin. If that's not a true statement, it's close.

Did I ever tell you that I stayed at school over 14 hours one day? That's scary, I'm almost living at school. At this rate, it would almost be worth it to live on or close to campus.

This from the Bureau of Labor Statistics. Maybe the best thing I've seen discussing/defining the Operations Research field: Operations Research Analyst

And throw this one in for good measure: Industrial Engineering

These are fields I could easily end up in.

Some of the very funniest people I know are those who are completely no-nonsense most of the time. I have this professor. All business. Treats us like adults, doesn't mess around, not the type you'd just walk up and joke with because you'd be afraid that he might not get the joke (he almost seems naive in some ways).

But when he does break from his usual demeanor and make a crack about something, it's enough to make me shake with laughter.

And he's a great teacher.

New subject. Question: when you do something embarrassing, should you get embarrassed? I've had this discussion with AHQ before, and I tend to think that in most cases when you do or say something stupid, optimally you can laugh at yourself and keep the outward signs of embarrassment to a minimum. But then, embarassment communicates something to you. It signals to you whether what you just did was appropriate or not and might give you a clue as to what you should do about it.

I've melted down with embarrassment many times. It's not fun at all.

With that being said, I'll give you two examples that happened to me today. Very embarrassing situations, but I didn't get overly embarrassed--at least outwardly--by them. No meltdowns.

1. I was wandering over to the administration building to get some paperwork difficulties straightened out. I knew the room I wanted (Human Resources, Kerr 204) but I didn't know exactly where it was. In my cloud of confusion, I didn't think particularly clearly. I went to the ground floor, saw a window that had something to do with "Payroll", went up to it, and asked if this was Human Resources, pointing out to the lady that I wanted Kerr 204.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, Kerr 204 is on the second floor. "You know, 2, second." Well, yeah. I should have known that. I just smiled, and said, oh yeah, that's it, right, thanks.

2. This was even worse. I was exulting over the fact that Jensen had curved our exam down, and without thinking it through I said something about curves being beautiful things to one of my friends, with another (hi Jenni) right there. Ouch. As soon as I said it, I realized they might not be getting what I was really meaning, so I quickly, quickly, started talking. I was embarrassed.