My supervisor yelled at me about how I did not look like I was busy, right as I was in the middle of something.
Excuse me for putting more effort into getting things done than looking like I am.
Then the associate dean(presumably the reason why I needed to look like I was working like the slave I am) had ordered coffee for a meeting, but never told us where she wanted it. I caused the other associate dean(who is actually nice) a bit of panic until I had to take the cart back downstairs and interuptted the meeting delivering the coffee, accidentally slamming the door as I left(whoops). Oh well, it's not the first time that bitch has jerked me around unnecessarily.
Speaking of, my supervisor did agree that it was bullshit that they refused to inform me of a student's accusations against me, but didn't know who I could go to go about rectifying the situation.
Ok, maybe I do really have Nurgle's plague. It's the 5th day I've felt like shit, and my symptoms seem semi-random each day. First it was a head cold that moved into my throat and lungs....and now it's on its way back the other direction. That and I just blew my nose and the color of what came out was.....well, let's just say less rage inducing and more terrifying.
You know I did fly through Atlanta last week.....
Out of curiosity, what color was it?
get better soon
Basically strings of bloody red in a field of dark brown, the color of rancid blood. I know I have some nasal issues, that I've been addressing, but this just adds horror on top of frustration.
And of course, calling my mom for advice I get the "GO TO THE DOCTOR RIGHT NAOW!" speech. Which I will go do, so if I need to take yet more time off of work, I'm going off something other than my own sense of illness.
Which leads me to my other rage: medical bills. I've dropped coming up on $3k on medical bills this year alone. I'm fucking sick of doctors, fucking sick of $200 to $300 office visits, sick of my cut rate insurance, sick of my body, SICK OF BEING FUCKING SICK. I went 10 fucking years without a single doctor's visit, but suddenly when I'm employed and have money, my body decides it's time to pull out all the stops.
Bills suck. My mom had a similar experience, and they had to cauterize her sinuses. Her insurance wasn't active, and she's still getting bills from "specialists" who did nothing but poke their head in and say "Ok, she's still alive!"
At least my insurance covers pretty much everything but replacement organs.