Sunday: “I think that’s what the guys called her as they fucked her” Me, referring to my aunt…
The weekends go by so quickly. Just as they begin, they are over. If I wasn’t working I would have more time on my hands, but to do what? More than likely nothing. So I am more productive having this job and doing things. Friday, I was extremely busy. I feel as if as soon as I got into work, I was leaving. I was helping the students with their papers, editing them. These are these are the students that Rico is tutoring. I believe he is working with Seth, the professor that owes me money for the poster I designed for him. Seth decided to make his students read Frankenstein and Plato’s Republic. I don’t know how their heads didn’t explode. When I walked in on Friday Mobruka was ecstatic to see me. Two students were there for me and I worked on their papers as fast as I could. I felt that I spent more time on one of the girls than the other, but there is only so much I can take when it comes to reading papers on the allegory of the cave. Karla came and helped me somewhat. She explained part of the story to this one girl so she could write her paper or understand it at least. The girl kept trying to get me to write the paper for her, which I picked up on and was not feeling it at all. She then went to Mobruka when I didn’t help her. So, with an hour left I helped 3 students and then 3 more came in. Apparently I should have realized that freshman are going to put their papers off until the last fucking minute. I did the best I could and kept the lab open a little later as I waited for Karla. I need to talk to Rico about the students making appointments with me. I am happy to help them since I am not doing anything else. They just need to make appointments with me so that they all don’t walk in and then want time.
Saturday was fairly relaxing, went to dinner with Mike. Today I went to the cemetery and just felt so eh. I feel like I have artists block and don’t feel creative lately. I need something to hit me so I can just be on the ball again. Must be all these boring readings I have about juries and bullshit.
Hopefully tomorrow I can get my work done.
My parents were talking in the living room about my aunt. Its like when something happens with my aunt and my mother finds out through my cousins, its as if they have to sit and talk about everything to now. My mother and father that is. They can start to talk about how my aunt had the idea of selling the house and all that. It’s like they can pinpoint the moment in time when she started looking for a house upstate, but didn’t tell anyone. Or I should say didn’t tell my mother about it until after she found the house. She expected my mother and us to move upstate. I really don’t feel like extending my commute to the city by another 1.5 hours or more. What sparked all this talk now is that my cousin is getting married. My mother was talking about it before with one of her friends or someone, I think. And she said how my cousin is in his early 40s and his fiancé is in her late 20s. They are not the same age, is it gross that the age difference makes me want to vomit a little? Not that my cousin looks horrible for his age, he definitely doesn’t look it. Well when I saw him last he didn’t that is. But the idea just is eh. I always feel that when people get married that I know, and it’s worse when its family, that I am looked at as if its weird why I am not setting a date and getting married tomorrow. Even if my situation is different. It’s something that just bothers me. My mother was talking about my aunt and how she had this nick name of “Phoenix”. It bothers me that that was her name, because I associate myself with that mythical bird. Mainly because I have a tattoo of one on my arm. I don’t really feel that I am arising from ashes of some former disaster, trying to reinvent myself. Its nothing like that. I guess it mainly has something to do with the tattoo. Hearing my mother in the living room discuss this I made the vulgar comment of “I think that’s what the guys called her as they fucked her” and my mother laughed. She said “maybe it was.”
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
"Us and Them" by Pink Floyd
Wednesday: I guess I should start this on a positive note, since the rest of this isn’t going to be happy. Dontay, who is a work study in the lab I work at, informed me that the professor we had last semester is assembling a research team. So I sent Dr. Stoudt an email expressing my interest and got into the team. This is something I wanted to do for while which definitely looks great for grad school applications and resumes. I have had interest in doing research since Shea mentioned it when we were talking about grad school.
Jessica called me yesterday all upset to tell me how she placed a child from a foster home to a foster parent. The child is 2 and how she was holding the kid. The foster parent called Jessica yesterday to inform her that the child has scabies. She asked me if that was the one that sailors get and I pointed out, no that’s scurvy. She then realized that scabies are the ones that burrow under your skin. I told her they are highly contagious as well. I could hear in her tone she was ready to cry, and or possibly vomit on herself. She said she would go to a doctor to see what preventative measures there are for her. I am not going near her for a long while. Unfortunately she has my copy of Rant…
My mother informed me how, when she was coming home from taking a walk with my father, that she saw the son from upstairs in front of the house smoking. So she pulled the car up in front of the house, and let my father out. The son, Kevin, looked up and realized that my mother saw him and said “Oh shit” and ran into the house. My mother wanted to email his mother and say that she saw him smoking, that she knows those cigarette butts that were found in the yard were his. But my father advised her to not do that. When we discussed it last night, my mother wasn’t really sure why but basically we think the reason why he doesn’t want her to tell his mother is because nothing is going to be done over the situation. So I told her that I think that she should just take into consideration all these things and tell her that the end of January or the beginning of February, that if her son doesn’t leave her lease will not be renewed. Yeah, it’s harsh, but he didn’t sign the lease his mother did and he is violating all of these rules that are set up which are cause for eviction.
I am also starting to think that my macbook needs to be repaired. Well just the monitor anyway. The sides of the monitor have this weird marking down it resembling water marks. When I clean the monitor I don’t use a lot of cleaner so I doubt its my fault. The monitor also has a dead pixel that has been harassing me for over a year now that needs to go. So hopefully if I call I get this set up sometime soon. I will miss having this computer around for a few days. But I need to get this done before my warranty ends. I guess I’ll get this taken care of in a week or so, maybe a month.
Jessica called me yesterday all upset to tell me how she placed a child from a foster home to a foster parent. The child is 2 and how she was holding the kid. The foster parent called Jessica yesterday to inform her that the child has scabies. She asked me if that was the one that sailors get and I pointed out, no that’s scurvy. She then realized that scabies are the ones that burrow under your skin. I told her they are highly contagious as well. I could hear in her tone she was ready to cry, and or possibly vomit on herself. She said she would go to a doctor to see what preventative measures there are for her. I am not going near her for a long while. Unfortunately she has my copy of Rant…
My mother informed me how, when she was coming home from taking a walk with my father, that she saw the son from upstairs in front of the house smoking. So she pulled the car up in front of the house, and let my father out. The son, Kevin, looked up and realized that my mother saw him and said “Oh shit” and ran into the house. My mother wanted to email his mother and say that she saw him smoking, that she knows those cigarette butts that were found in the yard were his. But my father advised her to not do that. When we discussed it last night, my mother wasn’t really sure why but basically we think the reason why he doesn’t want her to tell his mother is because nothing is going to be done over the situation. So I told her that I think that she should just take into consideration all these things and tell her that the end of January or the beginning of February, that if her son doesn’t leave her lease will not be renewed. Yeah, it’s harsh, but he didn’t sign the lease his mother did and he is violating all of these rules that are set up which are cause for eviction.
I am also starting to think that my macbook needs to be repaired. Well just the monitor anyway. The sides of the monitor have this weird marking down it resembling water marks. When I clean the monitor I don’t use a lot of cleaner so I doubt its my fault. The monitor also has a dead pixel that has been harassing me for over a year now that needs to go. So hopefully if I call I get this set up sometime soon. I will miss having this computer around for a few days. But I need to get this done before my warranty ends. I guess I’ll get this taken care of in a week or so, maybe a month.
Friday, September 17, 2010
"Trouble" by Ray LaMontagne
Thursday: To say the least about today, it was gray. A bright shade of gray before a storm, before rain.
I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, but struggled to and rushed off to work. I was too distracted with what happened the night before to really read for class or read for entertainment’s sake. I was more disappointed, at this point, in Jessica than angry. I walked into the office and found Shelain, Mayra, and Milly sitting talking about something or making copies. I wanted their opinion and told them the story. Milly sat looking at me with a look on her face expressing “what the fuck?” Shelain’s face wasn’t much different. Shelain suggested blocking his number, which is pretty much what was decided, but I’ll get to that. The thing we are wondering is if it will continue after we block his number. It was getting close for me to have class and I spoke to Dr. Lanzone quickly. I told her what happened and she said that if its easier for me to say I had a low and was with her to say that. I didn’t have to though.
I went to class and made sure I was there early, 10 minutes early actually. Anna came in the class and closed the door literally as class started. So basically you need to be in class early or just don’t bother at all. After finishing the quiz on a reading I read 3 times and still didn’t grasp anything from, Anna mentioned something about an assignment due. I went up to her after class and asked her what was due. She told me the girl Isabel should have contacted me and I looked at her as if she were nuts and said that this never happened and that I hoped to exchange info with her since I wanted to have a contact. She was upset that I didn’t get the information but said that my hypothesis and research question was due and to submit it when I got a chance. I went to her office to talk to her more about that and she actually said she liked my 15 sentences the most in the class. Also said that me citing things counts towards participation since no one did that and it showed that I cared about what I submitted. After I asked that I asked her opinion about the situation with the bird to see what she’d think. She said that I should block the number, and then if he keeps calling from another to then go to the police. The reason I told Anna is because she is gay as well and I thought maybe that she’d maybe point me in the direction of going to the police now or waiting to see what happens. But I felt better after talking to her since I felt such unrest after being asked to leave the classroom.
When I left I headed to Starbucks to get a drink. I called Aisha and spoke to her about what I said in the previous paragraph about blocking the bird’s number. I walked as fast as I could to Starbucks as the heavens growled. The thundering was constant and really eerie with flashes of lightening. I wanted to get my drink and run to the train but couldn’t because of the down pour. So I just waited and called home. I lost service in the middle of telling my mother I was staying in the city till the rain passed, but my father was to busy being an asshole when he answered the phone that I couldn’t even get that far in the conversation. When I called back my mother said she kept trying to get me and that I should stay in the city since my area was under tornado warning. I remember a time in my life where bed bugs and tornados were not things I worried about. When the down pour subsided I ran across the street, past the mob of people waiting for the rain to end because they are made out of sugar, down the subway steps. On the ride home I read about a page of “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” and then fell asleep. When I got in I told my mother that its best to block the bird, she said she wants to see if he calls again and then she will.
On a side note, the professor I had last semester is trying to get a research team. Dontay told me about it and I emailed the professor, after seeing him in the hall and expressing my interest to him, saying that I want to be involved. It would look great on my resume, and when I apply for grad school.
Apparently Park Slope got hit with the tornado, Jessica apparently wasn’t far. The weather was a reflection of how angry I was yesterday, or that is how I saw it. And what it meant to me. As Anna, Shelain, Mayra, and Milly all pointed out, this is her fault that he has my number. Why she didn’t clear her personal information from the phone escapes me. But the fact that he has my number is her fault. Whether or not he is maliciously doing this, I don’t know. I can only think that it is since that is the only thing that makes sense. How can you call someone you don’t know, by accident for 3.5 months? I really wanted to go out and spend time with Jessica this weekend, but I know it will come up in the conversation. And that it was very thoughtless of her to do something like that.
I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, but struggled to and rushed off to work. I was too distracted with what happened the night before to really read for class or read for entertainment’s sake. I was more disappointed, at this point, in Jessica than angry. I walked into the office and found Shelain, Mayra, and Milly sitting talking about something or making copies. I wanted their opinion and told them the story. Milly sat looking at me with a look on her face expressing “what the fuck?” Shelain’s face wasn’t much different. Shelain suggested blocking his number, which is pretty much what was decided, but I’ll get to that. The thing we are wondering is if it will continue after we block his number. It was getting close for me to have class and I spoke to Dr. Lanzone quickly. I told her what happened and she said that if its easier for me to say I had a low and was with her to say that. I didn’t have to though.
I went to class and made sure I was there early, 10 minutes early actually. Anna came in the class and closed the door literally as class started. So basically you need to be in class early or just don’t bother at all. After finishing the quiz on a reading I read 3 times and still didn’t grasp anything from, Anna mentioned something about an assignment due. I went up to her after class and asked her what was due. She told me the girl Isabel should have contacted me and I looked at her as if she were nuts and said that this never happened and that I hoped to exchange info with her since I wanted to have a contact. She was upset that I didn’t get the information but said that my hypothesis and research question was due and to submit it when I got a chance. I went to her office to talk to her more about that and she actually said she liked my 15 sentences the most in the class. Also said that me citing things counts towards participation since no one did that and it showed that I cared about what I submitted. After I asked that I asked her opinion about the situation with the bird to see what she’d think. She said that I should block the number, and then if he keeps calling from another to then go to the police. The reason I told Anna is because she is gay as well and I thought maybe that she’d maybe point me in the direction of going to the police now or waiting to see what happens. But I felt better after talking to her since I felt such unrest after being asked to leave the classroom.
When I left I headed to Starbucks to get a drink. I called Aisha and spoke to her about what I said in the previous paragraph about blocking the bird’s number. I walked as fast as I could to Starbucks as the heavens growled. The thundering was constant and really eerie with flashes of lightening. I wanted to get my drink and run to the train but couldn’t because of the down pour. So I just waited and called home. I lost service in the middle of telling my mother I was staying in the city till the rain passed, but my father was to busy being an asshole when he answered the phone that I couldn’t even get that far in the conversation. When I called back my mother said she kept trying to get me and that I should stay in the city since my area was under tornado warning. I remember a time in my life where bed bugs and tornados were not things I worried about. When the down pour subsided I ran across the street, past the mob of people waiting for the rain to end because they are made out of sugar, down the subway steps. On the ride home I read about a page of “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” and then fell asleep. When I got in I told my mother that its best to block the bird, she said she wants to see if he calls again and then she will.
On a side note, the professor I had last semester is trying to get a research team. Dontay told me about it and I emailed the professor, after seeing him in the hall and expressing my interest to him, saying that I want to be involved. It would look great on my resume, and when I apply for grad school.
Apparently Park Slope got hit with the tornado, Jessica apparently wasn’t far. The weather was a reflection of how angry I was yesterday, or that is how I saw it. And what it meant to me. As Anna, Shelain, Mayra, and Milly all pointed out, this is her fault that he has my number. Why she didn’t clear her personal information from the phone escapes me. But the fact that he has my number is her fault. Whether or not he is maliciously doing this, I don’t know. I can only think that it is since that is the only thing that makes sense. How can you call someone you don’t know, by accident for 3.5 months? I really wanted to go out and spend time with Jessica this weekend, but I know it will come up in the conversation. And that it was very thoughtless of her to do something like that.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
"Empty (live)" by Ray LaMontagne
Wednesday: I have still been thinking about this whole situation dealing with Anna and the class. I spoke to some friends about it and still really just don’t know what to do. I am hoping to discuss it with Dr. Lanzone tomorrow and tell her what is going on. I am dealing with some ethical issues because I don’t find what Anna did to be fair. She made me miss an entire class over 1 minute. It literally had just struck 3:36pm and she had the door closed. I keep thinking I was more than 1 min late but I wasn’t wrong for thinking what time I got there. I am so tempted to blame my lateness on having a hypoglycemic episode and that is why I was late. But I don’t want to lie. I really feel that the longer I stay at this school that the only way to get anything done or taken care of is if I lie. There have been to many events where I felt that I only hurt myself more by telling the truth. Then again with my luck, I lie this one time and it bites me in the ass. Dr. Lanzone said that she would email Anna and tell her that I got there late to class because I was talking to her. I just feel like I am putting her in an awkward situation where she shouldn’t be. Hopefully when I talk to her tomorrow we can come up with some sort of conclusion to this that makes the best sense. I think that when I hand Anna the letter from disabled students it might que up questions from her as to if my lateness was due to medical reasons.
i want to take this time to vent about something but I don’t even know how to exactly get into this. Its such a really odd story, but I am furious over it. I haven’t been this angry in a while, wait didn’t I say that not long ago about something else? Or in regards to someone else?
For the past month, maybe longer, this random person has been calling my house and has the wrong number. Always confused as to how he dialed the number, or just hearing them talk in the background. I think I answered once or twice and didn’t get an answer so I just hung up. The thing that sucks more than the random calls is the times that they come in. They aren’t always at the same times, sometimes it’s a normal time like 5pm or 8pm. But then there are when they are at 6am, or 4am. I remember once a call came through at like 8am and I was furious. Actually now that I am thinking about this, it has been going on for a really long time. I remember working over the summer and getting a call at 8am and being pissed since I was sleeping. So tonight I was in the middle of a raid and the phone rang and my mother said how its that wireless caller and my parents were busy talking about it. I passively listened and over heard my mother say that she was calling the vmail and how it was the vmail of Chris F…. I don’t know what the expression on my face looked like, but I just know that it must have been an “oh shit” look on my face or something of shock. Because the person that has been calling my house for around 3 months now is Jessica’s ex boyfriend Chris the bird piece of shit. I texted Jessica and asked her if he had my number and how when my mother called it had his name on the vmail. She said no, then asked the name on the vmail and probably then read what I said again and after I sent her the phone number she flipped out and said how he has her old cell number. So why didn’t she erase my number? And that he accidently dials me when he sits on the phone since that is what she use to do to me all the time. Meanwhile in the living room my mother is busy leaving nasty voicemails screaming, by the by at this point I didn’t say anything to her that this was Jessica’s ex. So I then told my mother and told Jessica she needs to call my house and settle this because my parents are pissed. So she called and my mother told her how annoying it is and he needs to stop calling. So to make things I guess worse, or to piss me off more. Jessica says I should block his number. Why should I do that? He should delete my number. I am really just furious with her because I don’t understand why she didn’t delete my information from that phone. I find it a little too coincidental that he is calling me, someone he dislikes due to the fact that I’m gay. I honestly don’t feel like talking to her for a while. I want to point out to her that he has been calling for over or around 3 months now and its really fucking annoying and that she needs to do something. I just don’t know what the hell to say or think right now.
i want to take this time to vent about something but I don’t even know how to exactly get into this. Its such a really odd story, but I am furious over it. I haven’t been this angry in a while, wait didn’t I say that not long ago about something else? Or in regards to someone else?
For the past month, maybe longer, this random person has been calling my house and has the wrong number. Always confused as to how he dialed the number, or just hearing them talk in the background. I think I answered once or twice and didn’t get an answer so I just hung up. The thing that sucks more than the random calls is the times that they come in. They aren’t always at the same times, sometimes it’s a normal time like 5pm or 8pm. But then there are when they are at 6am, or 4am. I remember once a call came through at like 8am and I was furious. Actually now that I am thinking about this, it has been going on for a really long time. I remember working over the summer and getting a call at 8am and being pissed since I was sleeping. So tonight I was in the middle of a raid and the phone rang and my mother said how its that wireless caller and my parents were busy talking about it. I passively listened and over heard my mother say that she was calling the vmail and how it was the vmail of Chris F…. I don’t know what the expression on my face looked like, but I just know that it must have been an “oh shit” look on my face or something of shock. Because the person that has been calling my house for around 3 months now is Jessica’s ex boyfriend Chris the bird piece of shit. I texted Jessica and asked her if he had my number and how when my mother called it had his name on the vmail. She said no, then asked the name on the vmail and probably then read what I said again and after I sent her the phone number she flipped out and said how he has her old cell number. So why didn’t she erase my number? And that he accidently dials me when he sits on the phone since that is what she use to do to me all the time. Meanwhile in the living room my mother is busy leaving nasty voicemails screaming, by the by at this point I didn’t say anything to her that this was Jessica’s ex. So I then told my mother and told Jessica she needs to call my house and settle this because my parents are pissed. So she called and my mother told her how annoying it is and he needs to stop calling. So to make things I guess worse, or to piss me off more. Jessica says I should block his number. Why should I do that? He should delete my number. I am really just furious with her because I don’t understand why she didn’t delete my information from that phone. I find it a little too coincidental that he is calling me, someone he dislikes due to the fact that I’m gay. I honestly don’t feel like talking to her for a while. I want to point out to her that he has been calling for over or around 3 months now and its really fucking annoying and that she needs to do something. I just don’t know what the hell to say or think right now.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
"(I Don't Want to Go To) Chelsea" by Elvis Costello
Friday: Lately at night I have been feeling really blah. I don’t know if its due to what happened with Anna in the class and her asking me to leave or what. But all I know is I feel like shit at night and really just want to be left alone. I find myself being so bored with warcraft, I just don’t want to do anything.
Jessica got me out of the house the other day, since she had to pick tickets up for her ex from a friend. Someone I wanted to meet for a while, due to just thinking they were attractive and just wanting to friend them. I notice that now when I try to make male friends I go by looks which doesn’t always work out for the best. Anyway I met him and said to Jes he was welcome to add me. I am really trying to make non female friends just because I have so many and want to have guy friends to talk about whatever with. Though I do that with my girl friends I just feel that I need male friends. Not that I am not going to talk to people if they are girls but I just want to not only have female friends.
When I spoke things over on Wednesday with Shelain I think it is a good idea to email Dr. Lanzone, which I did. I just told her what happened with me getting to class late and that if anything comes up that she remembers that I was with her. I don’t want her to intervene in the situation but I just want her to know that if Anna doesn’t believe me, that if Dr. Lanzone is questioned she will say yes I was with her. I know that this situation makes me wonder what would have happened if I was late due to having a low blood sugar or something happened to me due to being diabetic. I guess I’d just have to go to disabled students and they would have to take care of the situation.
On a separate note, UPS must fucking despise me right now. And yes I am talking about United Postal Service. Wasn’t referring to some other group like United Pygmy Society or anything. I placed an order with Tarina Tarintino and it was a huge mess. This is the second time this happened with them due to the jewish holiday, or a jewish holiday. I tried to order with expedited shipping but was unsuccessful since it still got held up in the shuffle of things. When I called UPS to find out if it would get caught up in the holiday I was assured it wouldn’t, and was told that if it did I could go pick it up from the center. When I tracked it on Thursday, it got caught up in things and when I inquired about picking it up they kept telling me no. It was like pulling teeth and they would not let me pick it up. I kept telling them I was ready to leave and get it and they kept telling me no. Why was I told before to do this and now I am being advised not to? This is really ridiculous. So the last I heard from UPS was I was being told that Friday I would get the package, yeah well how about a big fat fucking no again! So when I called to find out what the problem is now they told me that the company I ordered from said I can’t pick it up. so I called them, which UPS told me to do and they investigated and basically they have a room full of all these packages that are all held up and there are about 1000 and mine is in there. So I can’t go get it cause they didn’t sort it and won’t until next week. So the shipping I paid for was worthless since its taking forever!!!!! So the company was nice enough to resend an over nighted box to me which I should get Saturday in a matter of hours since I am up late typing this. Sadly one item I wanted they had to change… but whatever. This whole experience was from hell!
Jessica got me out of the house the other day, since she had to pick tickets up for her ex from a friend. Someone I wanted to meet for a while, due to just thinking they were attractive and just wanting to friend them. I notice that now when I try to make male friends I go by looks which doesn’t always work out for the best. Anyway I met him and said to Jes he was welcome to add me. I am really trying to make non female friends just because I have so many and want to have guy friends to talk about whatever with. Though I do that with my girl friends I just feel that I need male friends. Not that I am not going to talk to people if they are girls but I just want to not only have female friends.
When I spoke things over on Wednesday with Shelain I think it is a good idea to email Dr. Lanzone, which I did. I just told her what happened with me getting to class late and that if anything comes up that she remembers that I was with her. I don’t want her to intervene in the situation but I just want her to know that if Anna doesn’t believe me, that if Dr. Lanzone is questioned she will say yes I was with her. I know that this situation makes me wonder what would have happened if I was late due to having a low blood sugar or something happened to me due to being diabetic. I guess I’d just have to go to disabled students and they would have to take care of the situation.
On a separate note, UPS must fucking despise me right now. And yes I am talking about United Postal Service. Wasn’t referring to some other group like United Pygmy Society or anything. I placed an order with Tarina Tarintino and it was a huge mess. This is the second time this happened with them due to the jewish holiday, or a jewish holiday. I tried to order with expedited shipping but was unsuccessful since it still got held up in the shuffle of things. When I called UPS to find out if it would get caught up in the holiday I was assured it wouldn’t, and was told that if it did I could go pick it up from the center. When I tracked it on Thursday, it got caught up in things and when I inquired about picking it up they kept telling me no. It was like pulling teeth and they would not let me pick it up. I kept telling them I was ready to leave and get it and they kept telling me no. Why was I told before to do this and now I am being advised not to? This is really ridiculous. So the last I heard from UPS was I was being told that Friday I would get the package, yeah well how about a big fat fucking no again! So when I called to find out what the problem is now they told me that the company I ordered from said I can’t pick it up. so I called them, which UPS told me to do and they investigated and basically they have a room full of all these packages that are all held up and there are about 1000 and mine is in there. So I can’t go get it cause they didn’t sort it and won’t until next week. So the shipping I paid for was worthless since its taking forever!!!!! So the company was nice enough to resend an over nighted box to me which I should get Saturday in a matter of hours since I am up late typing this. Sadly one item I wanted they had to change… but whatever. This whole experience was from hell!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
"Alabama Motel Room" by Matthew Good Band
Wednesday: Yesterday was a horrible mess. It seemed as if the day just exponentially kept getting worse. When I came into work in the afternoon I printed the notes I needed to read, since I didn’t get much reading done while I was home. I really need to invest in Kindle, so I don’t have to rely on being at school to print out my readings. Not that I don’t own a printer at home, I just don’t want to waste paper when I can print at school. I did as much reading as I could and fought off falling asleep. On Friday I had drama in the lab. A grad student that comes in apparently has a deal with a co worker where she can stay here late and do her work after the lab closes. She is trusted to do so and I don’t know how long this has been going on. I was never told of such an agreement, so when I was in charge of closing the lab I asked her to leave. She bitched and moaned about how she normally is allowed to stay and I apologized, I wasn’t told that she was allowed this. I just didn’t’ appreciate the comment she made about how she is a grad student and takes her work very seriously. It made me feel as if all the work I have done or do doesn’t mean anything since I’m not a grad student. I wrote Milly and Shelain about it and they both said I did the right thing. I told Rico about it and he discussed things with the girl. When she apologized to me she gave me a really half ass apology as well saying she was sorry and then saying how she felt she didn’t give me any attitude…
This should have been a sign to me of how crap the day was going to turn out. I went to go see Dr. Lanzone to ask her about discounts since I’m staff and we got caught up in a conversation. I left early since I had class at 3:35 but time started to fly by and I told her that I had to get to class before I was locked out. I ran to class and was a minute late. The door was closed, but I still walked in and found everyone taking the quiz. I said hi to Anna and she pointed out that the door was closed. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she agreed and made a turn around and leave motion with her index finger and I did that. I went back to the office and told Shelain and she was just shocked that that happened. I mentioned that I was thinking of emailing her but she said only to do that if I am going to say sorry and it won’t happen again. I don’t know why she doesn’t want me to mention that I was talking to Dr. Lanzone. I’ll have to ask her when I see her in a few.
This should have been a sign to me of how crap the day was going to turn out. I went to go see Dr. Lanzone to ask her about discounts since I’m staff and we got caught up in a conversation. I left early since I had class at 3:35 but time started to fly by and I told her that I had to get to class before I was locked out. I ran to class and was a minute late. The door was closed, but I still walked in and found everyone taking the quiz. I said hi to Anna and she pointed out that the door was closed. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she agreed and made a turn around and leave motion with her index finger and I did that. I went back to the office and told Shelain and she was just shocked that that happened. I mentioned that I was thinking of emailing her but she said only to do that if I am going to say sorry and it won’t happen again. I don’t know why she doesn’t want me to mention that I was talking to Dr. Lanzone. I’ll have to ask her when I see her in a few.
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