*iz ded of finance*

We had our last finance class tonight. 

God willing, I will never have another class with "R the dumbass" ever again. 

Of course, it couldn't be all good.  He had to fuck up our presentation, of course.  Here's a rundown of how things went to hell:

SUNDAY:  Everyone meets and decides that we want to get the group paper/project out of the way, because we also have the final to work on.  I volunteered to construct the paper of everyone's bits, format it, and create the slide presentation.  (It sounds like a lot, but I was rescued from a great deal of evil math during this project, so it worked out.)

MONDAY:  J sends me her parts.  No word from R.  I wait.  (My first mistake.)

TUESDAY:  I'm done waiting for R, so I construct the paper without his input.  Or his references.  11:00 Tuesday night, he sends me his powerpoint slides.

WEDNESDAY:  I finish constructing the paper and realize that class is TOMORROW, and I haven't started the exam.  Of course, I start the exam.  And beg my mother to help me with the powerpoint slides.

THURSDAY (day of presentation):  Exam, exam, exam, exam.  Oh, and an email with last minute changes to R's powerpoint slides (with no context at all as to whether these were completely new replacement slides, or slides to be added in addition to the other slides, or what). 

In class, he had the unmitigated GALL to ask me why I hadn't sent him the master copy of the slide presentation (because I'd been working on it up till 10 minutes before I was due to leave -- TEN MINUTES, trying to make his fucked up slides fit into the presentation, and fix his spelling errors, to boot).

What happened, you ask?  Well, he brought his own flash drive, which had his slides on it.

...

Slides I had put into the presentation.  At the last minute.  Ten minutes before I had to leave my house.

He used his own slides.  Which did not match the slideshow I'd made, at all.  Halfway through the presentation, he plugged in his little flash drive, and started Powerpoint up, and... yeah. Used his slides.  And then he was completely lost when he got back to the actual slide show, and clicked through the whole damn thing, and... oy.  Unprofessional, all over the place.  Particularly because the slides he'd given me were THERE, and... jeez, it just makes my head ache.

But, J and I had talked with the professor, explaining to him the problems we've had with R, so hopefully we won't be penalized for his rampant idiocy.

And now I get two weeks off before Managerial Accounting starts. 

I am going to sit down and fill out thank you cards.  I am going to read American Gods.  I am going to have at least one day where I do nothing at all.  I am going to work on Bump and OGAM. 

I am going to enjoy the hell out of the next two weeks.