i hate when i get so angry that i get all teary. i hate letting people see that.


and you know what comes after that? my wicked temper. and you know who got a taste of that this afternoon? the dean of liberal arts and sciences. that should go well, yes?


after trying for 2 weeks to cut through all the red tape and bs needed to register in my advanced study (i was bounced from dept chair to dept chair while they all stared blankly at me in a "we don't handle that" kind of way) this bitch told me it was "simply too late" to sign in.
calmly i explained that this wasn't a class but an independent research project that was a continuation of last semester's study and a part of the research grant that the college awarded me. work is already in progress, it wouldn't be disruptive to any students, etc.
she asked me when the form was signed.
"friday after you were closed," i answered, still fairly calm.
"well, why didn't you come in 'til today?" she asked without making eye contact and between clenched teeth.
"i was in here both tuesday and wednesday, but the first day no one was available and the second i waited for 45 minutes and then could not wait longer since i had to pick my son up from school. i signed in both times so there is a record of my being here."
she just stared icily at me and said,"there's no date on this paper (the one from the department chair) so i can't let you sign in and it is just too late."
i didn't have a fucking thing to do with that paper. i wrote the proposal (on time), was awarded the grant, sent the paperwork where they told me to and after it bounced around for two weeks was told that it's too late.


my hands started shaking and my eyes teared up, which makes me even angrier, and i said, "never mind. i will not take the course. i will graduate without it and i don't need you to do it."
i carefully removed the paper from her clenched fingers (ok, maybe not so carefully) and quietly turned and walked away (ok, and maybe said a tad sarcastically, "thank you for your overwhelming help and understanding." and slammed the door)


grrrrrrr. i am still fuming and formulating the many ways to punish her when i am rich and famous and they are begging me to speak at some gathering or to donate some of my millions to the school. bitch.