ZachOooohn
It's what you learn after you know everything that matters.
Two days of Orientation; or What Happened to the little things never adding up? a list in 5 parts
1. I'm not even in the fucking room ten minutes when problem one arises: I have forgotten to check in with the Department Secretary (who is a known terror) and therefore am the only one who has not signed the contract and therefore will not get paid in August unless I show two forms of ID. No big deal, I say, I have three forms of ID, and have gone to this university for the last five years. Alas, sadness accrues. While my stunning retrieval from my wallet of my voter's registration card is agreably impressive, it is not enough to satisfy the three (!!!) pronged attack which requires I have either my social security card (which why the hell I need that when my share has evaporated with Dubya's dry humping the Riche) or a copy of my birth certificate, which has to be an ORIGINAL and not a faxed copy. So.
2. The class I had been most looking forward to, an intro to Grad studies class built around Creative Non-Fiction, was cancelled at the last minute. I was told this immediately after I found out about the not getting paid thing, and was needless to say, er, miffed.
3. I call my mom to have her send the original, not re-copied underlined, certificate of my birth and she tells me that there is a letter from a collection agency at my house from the Foot Clinic where some half-doc cut my toe open in five minutes in May. My insurance apparently only covers 1/3 of non-emergency costs, so I'm out $115 American.
4. Horatio Sanz the Black Bear Hamster freaked out on me and showed me his teeth, which are amazingly similar to the Opossum's teeth, yellow and jagged, and I was terrified.
5. This foreign exchange student from China (his name is Xao, but I have dubbed him Triple-X, cos he saw the movie and hated it enough to talk about it for an hour this morning) and I have become sorta de facto friends, and we're sharing an office. Yesterday he told me he liked American girls cos "they are very tidy. I like a tidy woman".
All these were resolved today except for owing the foot doctor, so I shouldn't even have written, but this thing looked naked, and I felt the need.
MisstheRy.
next five people to drop off the face of the earth in a perfect world would be: Any foot doctor; Person who got promoted and fucked up my schedule; ann coulter; Mjarcie and scoot and luke and sean for being in new orleans; and your choice.
in the stereo: The utterly dull new Sparta LP, which I was really looking forward to
It's what you learn after you know everything that matters.
Two days of Orientation; or What Happened to the little things never adding up? a list in 5 parts
1. I'm not even in the fucking room ten minutes when problem one arises: I have forgotten to check in with the Department Secretary (who is a known terror) and therefore am the only one who has not signed the contract and therefore will not get paid in August unless I show two forms of ID. No big deal, I say, I have three forms of ID, and have gone to this university for the last five years. Alas, sadness accrues. While my stunning retrieval from my wallet of my voter's registration card is agreably impressive, it is not enough to satisfy the three (!!!) pronged attack which requires I have either my social security card (which why the hell I need that when my share has evaporated with Dubya's dry humping the Riche) or a copy of my birth certificate, which has to be an ORIGINAL and not a faxed copy. So.
2. The class I had been most looking forward to, an intro to Grad studies class built around Creative Non-Fiction, was cancelled at the last minute. I was told this immediately after I found out about the not getting paid thing, and was needless to say, er, miffed.
3. I call my mom to have her send the original, not re-copied underlined, certificate of my birth and she tells me that there is a letter from a collection agency at my house from the Foot Clinic where some half-doc cut my toe open in five minutes in May. My insurance apparently only covers 1/3 of non-emergency costs, so I'm out $115 American.
4. Horatio Sanz the Black Bear Hamster freaked out on me and showed me his teeth, which are amazingly similar to the Opossum's teeth, yellow and jagged, and I was terrified.
5. This foreign exchange student from China (his name is Xao, but I have dubbed him Triple-X, cos he saw the movie and hated it enough to talk about it for an hour this morning) and I have become sorta de facto friends, and we're sharing an office. Yesterday he told me he liked American girls cos "they are very tidy. I like a tidy woman".
All these were resolved today except for owing the foot doctor, so I shouldn't even have written, but this thing looked naked, and I felt the need.
MisstheRy.
next five people to drop off the face of the earth in a perfect world would be: Any foot doctor; Person who got promoted and fucked up my schedule; ann coulter; Mjarcie and scoot and luke and sean for being in new orleans; and your choice.
in the stereo: The utterly dull new Sparta LP, which I was really looking forward to
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