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Feb. 15th, 2006 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiIf you felt the temperature warm up a degree or two this morning at 11 AM (CST), it was me spontaneously combusting:
Here was the situation: A classmate of mine, Claudio, and I both requested to teach Research Methods this summer. Generally, who gets to teach is based on (a) whether the student has taught before and (b) whether the student has other funding. Claudio has taught before and has a tiny fellowship so Donna, the bitch dragon lady secretary of the department (who makes the departmental teaching schedule) decided that I would teach. She came to me last fall and laid this huge guilt trip on me that I was taking Claudio's place, but since I didn't have any funding for this summer and I haven't taught a class on my own before, that the summer session was mine. I said fine. I felt bad for Claudio, but a girl's gotta eat.
Anyway, I also applied to teach Research Methods in the fall. Donna, that bitch from hell, came and announced that I was set for teaching then and that it was all decided. I said great, thinking that it would be nice to have the summer to hammer out the class and the fall to get it even better. My advisor (who is also the new Director of Graduate studies), who gets the final say in what students are allowed to teach, was glad for me to be able to have something for the summer and for the fall since my work with her is officially over at the end of spring because the grant runs out. I'll still work, I just won't get paid for it.
Whatever, I'm cool with that. The shit thing that happened was this morning I saw an email that announced the summer schedule. Me, being narcissistic and vain, wanted to see my name as instructor on the schedule. What I saw was Claudio's name. I thought it was strange so I went in to talk to the fucking Dragon about there maybe being a typo on the summer schedule. I was informed that there was no typo. That Claudio was teaching this summer since I'm teaching in the fall.
Excuse me? Wouldn't this have been important information to tell me? Because, you know, I was kind of counting on that money. My landlords are kind of insistent on me trading legal tender in exchange for my utilizing their goods and services.
Donna then stupidly asked, "Aren't you still with your advisor in the summer?" I said no, that the grant runs out at the end of April. It's not like she doesn't know this, she fucking doles out the grant money like it's hers to give to us on the project. She knows exactly when the thing ends!
So I had a horrible hour where I thought I'd have to get some kind of job away from all of the work I have to do this summer. I cannot waitress. I do not have the temperament for the service industry. People bitch at me, I can smile and nod and make everything alright, but then I have to go home and yell at the dog for a solid hour until I'm un-frustrated.
FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!!!
I fucking hate that fucking bitch. I've talked to some other students and this is not the first time that she's done this. Apparently she gets off on making drama in the department. Yes, it may be lame and sad, but it's still my life she's fucking with.
In a panic, I ran to my advisor who was just as surprised that Donna had (a) decided to switch the teaching position from me to Claudio and (b) that I was supposed to be working for her this summer. Luckily, it looks like my advisor can scrape together some funding for me over the summer.
But that's not even the point right now. The point was that the bitch from hell didn't tell me about this and left it to me to find out that I wasn't teaching this summer. Thank God I'm vain or I might not have noticed until April that I wasn't teaching Methods and have been stuck without funding or a way to get a last-minute summer job. I'd be stuck moving back home for a few months and selling my plasma like I did after the first year here. Fuck that and fuck Donna.
Now I'm all tired and don't have the energy to even finishing bitching about the state of my life right now. LiveJournal is also strange today.
Here was the situation: A classmate of mine, Claudio, and I both requested to teach Research Methods this summer. Generally, who gets to teach is based on (a) whether the student has taught before and (b) whether the student has other funding. Claudio has taught before and has a tiny fellowship so Donna, the bitch dragon lady secretary of the department (who makes the departmental teaching schedule) decided that I would teach. She came to me last fall and laid this huge guilt trip on me that I was taking Claudio's place, but since I didn't have any funding for this summer and I haven't taught a class on my own before, that the summer session was mine. I said fine. I felt bad for Claudio, but a girl's gotta eat.
Anyway, I also applied to teach Research Methods in the fall. Donna, that bitch from hell, came and announced that I was set for teaching then and that it was all decided. I said great, thinking that it would be nice to have the summer to hammer out the class and the fall to get it even better. My advisor (who is also the new Director of Graduate studies), who gets the final say in what students are allowed to teach, was glad for me to be able to have something for the summer and for the fall since my work with her is officially over at the end of spring because the grant runs out. I'll still work, I just won't get paid for it.
Whatever, I'm cool with that. The shit thing that happened was this morning I saw an email that announced the summer schedule. Me, being narcissistic and vain, wanted to see my name as instructor on the schedule. What I saw was Claudio's name. I thought it was strange so I went in to talk to the fucking Dragon about there maybe being a typo on the summer schedule. I was informed that there was no typo. That Claudio was teaching this summer since I'm teaching in the fall.
Excuse me? Wouldn't this have been important information to tell me? Because, you know, I was kind of counting on that money. My landlords are kind of insistent on me trading legal tender in exchange for my utilizing their goods and services.
Donna then stupidly asked, "Aren't you still with your advisor in the summer?" I said no, that the grant runs out at the end of April. It's not like she doesn't know this, she fucking doles out the grant money like it's hers to give to us on the project. She knows exactly when the thing ends!
So I had a horrible hour where I thought I'd have to get some kind of job away from all of the work I have to do this summer. I cannot waitress. I do not have the temperament for the service industry. People bitch at me, I can smile and nod and make everything alright, but then I have to go home and yell at the dog for a solid hour until I'm un-frustrated.
FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!!!
I fucking hate that fucking bitch. I've talked to some other students and this is not the first time that she's done this. Apparently she gets off on making drama in the department. Yes, it may be lame and sad, but it's still my life she's fucking with.
In a panic, I ran to my advisor who was just as surprised that Donna had (a) decided to switch the teaching position from me to Claudio and (b) that I was supposed to be working for her this summer. Luckily, it looks like my advisor can scrape together some funding for me over the summer.
But that's not even the point right now. The point was that the bitch from hell didn't tell me about this and left it to me to find out that I wasn't teaching this summer. Thank God I'm vain or I might not have noticed until April that I wasn't teaching Methods and have been stuck without funding or a way to get a last-minute summer job. I'd be stuck moving back home for a few months and selling my plasma like I did after the first year here. Fuck that and fuck Donna.
Now I'm all tired and don't have the energy to even finishing bitching about the state of my life right now. LiveJournal is also strange today.
