Oh, I am so pissed off right now. I've been fretting so much for the last few days that I'm nauseous because of it. I won't get into why I'm already at the end of my rope right now. I keep writing blog posts about it that I never end up posting because I'm afraid they'll get misinterpreted. But needless to say, I don't need any more shit from the world at the moment. I'm busy coping with other things, you're just gonna have to come back later.
So, I was actually sort of looking forward to getting back to work yesterday thinking it would be at least 8 hours of respite for me, but first thing in the morning I'm sitting in our staff meeting and am informed that the supervisors have some problems with HR lately. That makes a person feel great. Turns out they've been coming across problems because the dumbass in payroll keeps fucking up their checks which a) they never told me was happening so I never knew to fix it and b) they completely blame me for. But you know what? When dealing with idiots, it's difficult to predict just how they're going to screw up. I certainly didn't tell him to do it the way he did. But if I knew it was happening, you'd better believe he would have been hit on the head with a stick a long time ago. The other things they're bitching about are confusion over their benefits - hello, when I took over, I created an employee handbook that details in great length the benefits you get because I didn't think it was right that employees not have something to reference. They all have a copy of it, and they all know damn well where my office is. So why in the fuck are they getting all bent that I'm not giving them answers to questions they haven't asked or even looked for? Huh? Want me to bring in a fucking psychic you whiners?? Whatever, I'll deal.
Now however, because apparently I maxed out my karmic credit card, I finally get my grade for the business class I finished a few weeks ago. As if it wasn't bad enough that I was waiting for over 3 weeks for the professor to submit the grades. As if it wasn't bad enough that he took so long to do it that I couldn't get my reimbursement from work so I could pay for my law class and ended up with my grades being blocked and an extra $100 late fee. Now the grade shows up and I have a fucking C! I'm sorry, but that's just not possible. I may not have the syllabus in front of me, but the grading breakdown was something like 33/33/33 for papers/participation/final. Well, I got perfect scores on all of my papers and I attended and participated in every class (unlike the professor). Even if I had flat out failed the final that still leaves me with a B. And I don't believe for one fucking second that I bombed it. Might not have aced it like I thought I had, but I certainly didn't hand it in scribbled with "fuck the professor" all over it. Oh, I am so raising hell over this one. That's bullshit.
Why now, damn it?
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