because why would something work out easily

Well, a year of GIS school was a fun dream while it lasted.

Good morning and thank you for your inquiry.

They current waitlist is quite lengthy, at this point, so I'd probably suggest you apply to the next intake.

Other options include: a "part-time" online-only two-year program, which sounds great except for the 'two-year' part seeing as I run out of money halfway through; going back to tech writing; something completely different that I haven't figured out yet.

Bah. Yesterday, when I saw the 'apply for waitlist,' I was disheartened and depressed (also a known side effect of looking at the first page of my college transcript). Today I am mostly annoyed: at BCIT for not noting that they were full up, at myself for emotionally investing in this.

Onward.

stressors for today, enumerated

There's of course the aforementioned 'nine-months GIS progam is full.' And if I want to do the two-year program, well, course registration is next Wednesday, so I need to be enrolled likely by the end of this week. Which means making that call Soon, and probably coming up with cash for tuition.

Westjet has a pilot strike / lockout likely to happen starting Friday: according to the pilots' union, they're hemorrhaging pilots because the US pays way better. Westjet management does not dispute this but notes that "Canada is a different market." Note that Westjet is currently owned by a hedge fund.

This would be a minor annoyance except that I'm scheduled to fly north tomorrow and back on Monday. So I can either pays my money and takes my chances on being able to get home, or I can drive up, which will cost more money than flying, take more time, and generally be less safe.

Way back in September 2019 I ordered a fancy boardgaming table. The legs and leaves showed up in April of last year but the tabletop itself went missing. A year later they have finally deigned to ship me my tabletop. It looks like they're shipping it to the wrong address, will almost certainly be charging me customs, and may (I haven't read closely yet) be charging me for shipping as well.

And, insult to injury: my internet is out, my ISP's website is down, and their phone lines report "Call Failed." I suspect this is a result of a Telus outage in Surrey just across the river, but who knows.

Graah.

dulce, decorum, etc

I'm reading Emily Tesh's new space opera Some Desperate Glory. This is very very clearly intended as a pointed commentary on overly-militarized milsf space operas. I hadn't grasped just how pointed it was going to be until about midway through chapter 2:

Cleo laughed a hard little laugh and said, "Where's the lecture? Sweet and meet, right? Shouldn't I be longing to die for a dead world?"

_It is sweet and meet to die for your fatherland_: old Earth poem, which they'd all learned by heart in Nursery.

OOF. That, y'all, is How It's Done.

(Exegesis: a contemporary reader thinks of Wilfred Owen's antiwar "Dulce et Decorum Est". But Cleo, and Kyr the narrator, are talking about the poem that Owen's referencing, one of Horace's Odes, which waxes, well, poetic, about the virtue of that very sentiment.)