Jaz, I think you just did.

When one of our cats was a kitten, and I was learning how to knit socks on double-pointed needles, I put down the sock I was working on next to me on the couch to do something. When I turned back and looked down, the kitten had sunk his tiny, needle-sharp teeth into one of my skinny bamboo sock needles and was pulling it out of the sock.

After chasing him away, I picked up the sock to try to put all those little teeny stitches back on the needle -- and discovered he'd already pulled out one needle before I caught him.

I still use those needles, despite the fact the one end of one is kind of chewed...
Sooo, Magickmaker's in her final semester of college, and she is over dealing with the administration there, and so am I. Exhibit 1: In settling up her bill for the final semester, I looked over the last few months' statements and noticed that $500 had disappeared from her account sometime in early December. So I sent an e-mail to the business office Monday. Having heard nothing by yesterday, I called -- no answer, left voicemail for the woman. Having still heard nothing today, Magickmaker went by the business office. Turns out the woman had screwed up an entry *last* year, when Magickmaker pulled $500 out of her account for books and stuff -- instead of debiting her account in spring 2010, she debited it in spring 2011. Oh, and the reason we didn't hear back is that this woman had been too busy on some project or another, so she *hadn't checked her e-mail or voicemail*. For two whole days. I think I need a job like that....
Exhibit 2: Magickmaker finally got around to declaring her minor in psychology this week.

After she put in the paperwork, she got an e-mail from the registrar, saying she was missing a required class -- which Magickmaker tested out of in her freshman year. She called the registrar and told her this; Registrar Lady said it wasn't on her record, so she'd have to talk to the head of the Psych Dept. and get him to sign a letter that she had in fact tested out of the class. Psych Dept. head wasn't in. So Magickmaker goes over to the registrar's office and asks the person there whether they keep the test scores. No, the person says. "But I have them," someone in the next office says. In the meantime, Registrar Lady walks out of her *own* office -- which is, like, three doors away from the office of the woman who has the test scores. Seriously? You're going to make the girl run all over the freaking campus to get a piece of information that you could have gotten yourself by hollering out your door?
