There's not enough bitching

[Asrana]

My psych professor's flu/pneumonia has become a three week epic resulting in the Dean of Liberal Arts attempting to contact me (through an incorrect phone number) to lead two classes today.

Utter coincidence that I think to call the psych prof to ask a question related to the class. This averts the most immediate disasters possible by informing me of this situation an hour and a half before its impending occurrence.

Standing in front of 40 cranky people with an anxiety problem = shitty.

Why do I have to be the most qualified individual in the building to lead a specific teacher's classes when psych isn't even my major? HATE.

Must keep reminding self, this will look good for grad school, there is a reason not kill them all, I can claim this as work experience.

[Dracos]

Wow, that's pretty ridiculous.  That's "You guys are including a paid vacation with my certified recommendation letters, right?" ridiculous.

[Asrana]

I'm the only person in the school with half a clue of a) What the prof wants the students to know, b) What any of the prof's curriculum means, c) What parts of the syllabus no longer apply because the required materials are ordered but have yet to arrive. d) What handouts the students have and what the hell they mean.

As the kicker, I've never technically taken the class. I just TA it and I've sat in on it before, and have the background knowledge and understanding of the professor to answer most any question from it.

What scares me the most is that I probably would've done it even if they hadn't offered to pay me the overtime.

So glad today is over.

[Dracos]

That's just a bad habit.  Work over it.  Folks will totally roll you for willingness to help out without pay if you let them. :P

[Dracos]

I can't get through to the credit agencies.

Bleh.

Stupid credit agences with their faux reports.  They really are quite ridiculous.

[Anastasia]

There's been a lack of bitching lately.

I have a headache. It's a start.

[Dracos]

I'm sick.

Meh.

[Ragnar]

Every time I think things are looking up, everything takes a nosedive into the pits of hell.
I'm getting a bit tired of it.

[Dracos]

Someone called me today.
It went a little like this.

"Hey, congratulations, you've won a thousand dollars for being a visa member."
"Cool."
"You've also won 60 months free of five magazines."
"Uh, okay."
"You just have  to pay some trivial shipping fees."
"How much?"
"3.84 a week."
"Yeah, how about no to the magazines, just send me the thousand bucks."
"But the magazines come with it, you have to take them."
"I don't read magazines."
"But...oh well, goodbye."

Yay, scams.  You know, I have  number recording.  Next one from that company is going to get spammed back.

[KLSymph]

I just discovered that my nice red sweater that's just heavy enough for early spring evening chills is very too heavy for early spring evening surprise downpours.

In possibly related news, I hate weather and I hope it dies.

[Asrana]

My job has for the last year and a half of my experience there been rather laid back. Keep a low volume on your headphones, but you can still listen. Bring lunch back if you don't have break time, make sure you get things done, but don't worry too much about the order, etc etc.

In the last week, we've gotten a 'script' of precisely what should be addressed and precisely when with any students that come through our door. There is now a schedule to be at the front desk to confront students coming in, there is a schedule of a sort of brevet-sub-manager position, and a half dozen new regulations from 'no headphones at all' to 'all food must be hidden in your bag.'

This wouldn't be a real problem if my job involved constant work, it doesn't. I can spend 3 hours uninterrupted at a desk on a Friday, and I can't listen to music on low volume? HATE.

[Dracos]

Ouch...

No distractions+slowwork=ugh.

[Anastasia]

Fuck the worst day of work I've ever had.

[Dracos]

Something was supposed to be submitted this morning with instructions sent out.
It was 'done' friday.  I waited till today so that it wouldn't break stuff over the weekend.

Good thing: My instinct there was correct.
Bad thing: It is nearly eight o clock and it is not submitted. 

[Asrana]

I've spent so long with psych classes that I can do an APA article citation from memory. I've spent enough time on databases that finding articles for a paper, an activity that can take the average student a day or three and vocabulary assistance from an instructor or myself, takes me 20 minutes. I'm writing an academic paper about 4chan, specifically /b/ as an example of anonymous culture and the reactions of group ideology.

When will the horror end? I pity the poor soul that inherits my position next fall.

Also, irony of ironies, the registration system for summer admits me to the class who's reqs I'm currently fulfilling, but tries to block me from the class that I've TAed for two semester.