My next-door colleague who fancies herself a buddhist-poet and believes herself to be much more sensitive and "aware" than everyone else. (It's just so HARD for her to work with us, don't you know.) The reality is she's a middle-aged woman engaging in an adolescent quest for identity and is a narcissistic, fakety-fake, pretentious, insensitive annoyance. So, yeah, I'm feeling a little catty today. Meow.
The dipshit who put off writing his next journal article which could be finished in a week but he has dragged out the process so long that he now has to recheck the literature to see if anything new and relevant has been published.
THAT student. It's only the first day of classes, and I've already heard AT LENGTH about how hard it is for the white male because of reverse discrimination. In a class that focuses on a group that is not white men. And ME, because I tried to seriously engage him in a discussion about class, gender and ethnicity. I should know better.
Also, the long line of cars at the drive-though this morning when I was running late. Dammit, I need caffeine.
A coworker who has been pissy ever since a student said he liked my course better. And that same student for bitching about me loudly in the hall after class.
administrators who want to look at my syllabus/reading list on a potentailly sensitive topics class, "just to look for sensitive issues/red flags" and ask that I consult another "expert" at a university center, when, in fact, I am better-credentialed in the field than the "expert" I am supposed to consult.
Like the Nine Rings, that chair makes her the jacked-up person you think she is....if the college disbanded/absorbed the department, the Dark Forces of the chair would shatter and she would be human again.
Student Services, whose guiding philosophy ("The student is the customer, the customer is always right, and there are no wrong answers, only diverse Ways of Knowing") is an unholy amalgam of MBA and EdD, a combination more noxious than bleach and ammonia.
The former student who took one class from me over five years ago, then vanished. Showed up today. Wants a letter of rec for a university application. By tomorrow. Hahahahaha.
And my mechanic who wants $1000 for a repair. Well, not him. The vehicle needing the repair--it's driving me batshit crazy.
And the duck. The duck is pissing me off. He shows up, drops off his laundry, leaves dirty dishes in the sink, drinks my bourbon, then leaves without nary a farewell.
Student in my class .. Doesn't seem to stop talking to her friends long enough to breathe. Warned her last semester also that her behaviour is distracting.
Hate having to tell adults how to behave but now will have to do something.
Boomerang Braun and Cheesy Chair. The chair keeps letting him enroll even though he flunked the prereq--twice. May they both rot in an alpaca-dung heap.
Q. Who is driving you batshit crazy today? And why?
The essays on my kitchen table.
ReplyDeletePS: Is it REALLY a Big Thirsty if there's no big yellow graphic?
"Is it REALLY a Big Thirsty if there's no big yellow graphic?"
DeleteThis is the question for the ages.
If someone asks a thirsty during a big Thirsty, is it a Meta Thirsty?
DeleteYes, but don't tell Cal I said so; he doesn't like thirsty-related innovations.
DeleteMy next-door colleague who fancies herself a buddhist-poet and believes herself to be much more sensitive and "aware" than everyone else. (It's just so HARD for her to work with us, don't you know.) The reality is she's a middle-aged woman engaging in an adolescent quest for identity and is a narcissistic, fakety-fake, pretentious, insensitive annoyance.
ReplyDeleteSo, yeah, I'm feeling a little catty today. Meow.
The dipshit who put off writing his next journal article which could be finished in a week but he has dragged out the process so long that he now has to recheck the literature to see if anything new and relevant has been published.
ReplyDeleteGod damn it. It's me.
Me too! Wow, we really are the same person writing all these posts.
DeleteBeaker Ben.
ReplyDeleteMy HR department. Do I really have to say anything else?
ReplyDeleteThe GOP.
ReplyDeleteThe construction workers doing remodeling in the office right below mine.
ReplyDeleteTHAT student. It's only the first day of classes, and I've already heard AT LENGTH about how hard it is for the white male because of reverse discrimination. In a class that focuses on a group that is not white men. And ME, because I tried to seriously engage him in a discussion about class, gender and ethnicity. I should know better.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the long line of cars at the drive-though this morning when I was running late. Dammit, I need caffeine.
A coworker who has been pissy ever since a student said he liked my course better. And that same student for bitching about me loudly in the hall after class.
ReplyDeleteadministrators who want to look at my syllabus/reading list on a potentailly sensitive topics class, "just to look for sensitive issues/red flags" and ask that I consult another "expert" at a university center, when, in fact, I am better-credentialed in the field than the "expert" I am supposed to consult.
ReplyDeleteMy department chair. Does she try to be unpleasant, I wonder. Or does it just come naturally?
ReplyDeleteLike the Nine Rings, that chair makes her the jacked-up person you think she is....if the college disbanded/absorbed the department, the Dark Forces of the chair would shatter and she would be human again.
DeleteStudent Services, whose guiding philosophy ("The student is the customer, the customer is always right, and there are no wrong answers, only diverse Ways of Knowing") is an unholy amalgam of MBA and EdD, a combination more noxious than bleach and ammonia.
ReplyDeleteThe virus in my lungs.
ReplyDeleteOh yuk, Proffie. Hope you feel better soon.
DeleteI'll add the virus that just recently left my digestive tract. How about viri in general?
DeleteThe former student who took one class from me over five years ago, then vanished. Showed up today. Wants a letter of rec for a university application. By tomorrow. Hahahahaha.
ReplyDeleteAnd my mechanic who wants $1000 for a repair. Well, not him. The vehicle needing the repair--it's driving me batshit crazy.
And the duck. The duck is pissing me off. He shows up, drops off his laundry, leaves dirty dishes in the sink, drinks my bourbon, then leaves without nary a farewell.
Student in my class .. Doesn't seem to stop talking to her friends long enough to breathe. Warned her last semester also that her behaviour is distracting.
ReplyDeleteHate having to tell adults how to behave but now will have to do something.
Boomerang Braun and Cheesy Chair. The chair keeps letting him enroll even though he flunked the prereq--twice. May they both rot in an alpaca-dung heap.
ReplyDeleteA student. It's always a fucking student. A fucking ED student.
ReplyDeleteAnd I forgot to take more Xanax to work, so I was really screwed.
I'll take this to mean that I'm allowed to hate the ED students too.
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