Isn't it ironic?

I'm supposed to be in a class right now. This class lasts from 9 a.m. until 4 p.m. today. I went to the room at 8:45 -- not a soul is there nor is the classroom set up. I look at the room roster and it says a different class has that room today. Confused, I call the lady that sets up the classes. She isn't in.

I go back to my desk - which is a 15 minute treck thanks to the elevators. I double-check the location, time and date of the class. Yep. I have it all correct. I head back down to the class just in case everyone is running late. It is now somewhere around 9:05 or 9:10. "Great" I think, "I'm going to be the one... the one that gets dirty looks because you disrupt the all important introduction." Oh, well. No biggie. I'm trying, right?!

I get back to the classroom. Guess what?! Not a soul! I give up. I come back to my desk - another 15 fricken minutes - and call the class coordinator. Still no answer. I leave her a message to please place me on the roster for the next class and do NOT charge my department another $250. We'll see what happens next.

Oh yeah. The name of the class? Stress Management

Update: Went out to sign up for the next class. Glanced at the list of classes and noticed it -- the class I signed up for -- July 20, 2005. Yep... nominate me for the dumba$$ of the year. Go ahead -- laugh it up! I have been!