Passive-aggressive student bullies that try to guilt you into raising their grade, giving them extra credit work, or letting them redo something that you said they couldn't--especially at the end of the semester when you're trying to get caught up with grading--can fuck right the fucking fuck off.
Push-over colleagues that teach them that that's acceptable behavior that works can fuck off with rusted-nail-studded knobs dipped in rancid habanero nacho cheeze.
Thank God I teach online, and don't have to deal with such.
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YES.
Thank you.
Also: people who are chronologically older than I am, and yet act like big whiny cussy babies getting upset over little tiny things they should be able to deal with.
Makes me tired. Especially because I deal with the same stuff and only cuss about it under my breath.
And the student who will earn an F by virtue of having signed up for an independent study with me and not having done boo, not even having e-mailed me since February. (They are someone kind of doing a degree in absentia. This is the last time I allow that.)
Buck passing bureaucrats, who are supposed to be IN CHARGE of things, can fuck off with a rusty razor blade.
That is all.
This stupid exterior renovation of the building where I live can fuck off for taking three million years to be finished--and then they put those stupid round rocks back next to my patio again! They sucked then, and they suck now. Well, at least next winter they won't ice over from leaking drainpipes that actually got fixed.
But either they start planting some frigging shrubs in front of my patio soon or I am not going to be responsible for what I do to people who don't stay the fuck off my new patio. I haven't felt as if I've had any privacy since December.
Oh, and all this do-I-or-don't-I have a job next year crap can fuck off, too.
Sorry about the job situation, Kate.
I did finally find a new job, and turned in my resignation today. But I am irritated at having to leave this job, which I like, because of a corporate office that reacts to basic business realities that have been around since the Phoenicians plied their trading ships up and down whatever coast that was, with surprise, over and over and over. You mean I have to pay vendors? You mean I have to ship product? The logistics person said yesterday that our corporate motto should be "...Oh!"
Wow, Laura! About both things--your new job and the silly "corporate surprise" act. Best wishes for the new chapter.
This relates to a last-month post on "5th String..."
On a USO tour in 1944 or so, Hope told the story of a Marine who had gone to war to kill a goddam Jap, but had never got the chance.
He was told "No problem - there's lots of Japs over that hill. Just go up and yell 'To hell with Hirohito!' That'll draw them out."
So he went over the hill, and yelled "To hell with Hirohito!" A Jap popped out and yelled "To hell with Roosevelt!" And the Marine said "God damn it! I can't shoot a fellow Republican."
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