It seems like every time I turn around another aspect of my life is metaphorically shaking me awake and telling me to take my clothes and go home. I've posted extensively about the shitstorm kicked up by the co-op central office about my cat, with its incredibly surprising threat of eviction from the house. Just today, coming home, I was reflecting to myself on how I've never actually received the promised official retraction of that threat. With that thought in mind, I checked my email and found a message from... library human resources. It said,
Hi Dianna,
when we were checking registration status of our student employees, it showed that you are not registered for Spring 07.
[Your supervisor] would have to send a request letter and ask for an extension for one semester for you. Please let me know what is your status (did you graduate in December?).
You have until Friday, February 23rd. If we cannot solve this by then, unfortunately, you will be terminated.
Golly. I'm starting to think longingly of the days when I had merely dropped out of school instead of conspicuously graduating; in those happy salad days my landlords and employers actually refrained from using the word "termination" to open conversations with me. I'm trying to find a suitable metaphor for the startling ungentleness with which the world is apparently greeting the triumphant completion of my undergraduate education, but other than the abovementioned kicking out of bed I'm at something of a loss.
It's probably because I can't concentrate when I've got two separate termination threats hanging over my head. All right, all right. I'm going. No, I won't let the door hit me in the ass on the way out, thanks.
Sheesh.
Posted by dianna at February 20, 2007 06:04 PMI feel your pain here.
Boy, do I.
Scholastic beaurocracy sucks the bucket.
Fuck them. Fuck them right in the ear.
...pardon my french
Posted by: kati at February 20, 2007 11:30 PM