Tool troubles again. This time over paying a housecleaner and a painter to go through a room that I already spent two hours scrubbing.
"I don't see what the big deal is," quoth The Tool. "It will only be fifty to one hundred dollars."
I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon.
Just to allay any fears about ease of registration, I was shocked at how easy admission was. I filled out a single webpage with perhaps 20 fields/checkboxes, most of which were for SSN, phone number, &c. Ten seconds after pressing "submit," I received an email congratulating me on my admission and giving me a link to enroll in classes.
Today I discovered that The Tool is even more of a tool than I thought. While I was at work he opened the door to my room, took pictures of everything I own, posted them on flickr, and tagged them with my full address (including apartment number). Even after I made him take them down, he didn't understand why that would be a bad thing.
Something's different about you, but I can't quite put my finger on what it might be...