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the secretary at the psych office is a fucking imbicile. the regular lady wasn't in and this lady was a complete and total fucking retard. i was calling to get the call number for my labs and the woman didn't even know what a call number was!!!! IT'S THE FUCKING NUMBER THAT A CLASS IS DEFINED BY IN THE CATALOGUE! YOU CANNOT REGISTER WITHOUT IT! CLASSES DO NOT EXIST IF THEY DO NOT HAVE IT!!!!!!
even more fun was her telling me i didn't have any permission forms at all. considering i spent all last week running around like an ass trying to get it all together before christmas break, i'm pretty fucking solid that i have fucking forms. i watched the goddamn student assitant put the fucking things into their fucking binder under the fucking teacher's fucking names, don't fucking tell me i don't have any. you have to go through so much shit to get those things filled out and finished. i am not going to fucking go through all that shit AGAIN because some retard took them out of the binder that they were in.
even better she was trying to tell me that i can't register for my labs, i have to have someone at the psych office register me. reeeeealy? becuase i seem to remember last semester that i turned in my forms, the secretary that's NOT a complete fucktard told me the call numbers and i went home, plugged them into web for students and poof! i was registered. i must have been mistaken, maybe i only imagined that it was that fucking easy. obviously.
god i hate idiots. and i get to go deal with an entire huge-ass drugstore full of them in a few hours. all the christmas stuff that is clearly marked with it's price is also sorted in sections that say 50% off. IF ONE MORE FUCKING IDIOT COMES UP TO ME AND ASKS WHAT THE PRICE IS I'M GOING TO BITE THEM IN THE FACE! what's half of $3.99 ya fucktard?! I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
or the best is when they go up to the register and buy this half priced stuff and start yelling at the cashier because it didn't ring up right. i then have to come up front and bust out the calculator to prove that what it rang up as was correct. most of them still don't believe me and think i'm swindling them. you know, because i have so much to gain from that and all. so i have to get a piece of paper and show them the math, both the dividing by 2 (or times .5, depending on what they'll believe) and then adding the resulting price plus itself to show that it adds up to the whole original price.
fucktards. everywhere.
even more fun was her telling me i didn't have any permission forms at all. considering i spent all last week running around like an ass trying to get it all together before christmas break, i'm pretty fucking solid that i have fucking forms. i watched the goddamn student assitant put the fucking things into their fucking binder under the fucking teacher's fucking names, don't fucking tell me i don't have any. you have to go through so much shit to get those things filled out and finished. i am not going to fucking go through all that shit AGAIN because some retard took them out of the binder that they were in.
even better she was trying to tell me that i can't register for my labs, i have to have someone at the psych office register me. reeeeealy? becuase i seem to remember last semester that i turned in my forms, the secretary that's NOT a complete fucktard told me the call numbers and i went home, plugged them into web for students and poof! i was registered. i must have been mistaken, maybe i only imagined that it was that fucking easy. obviously.
god i hate idiots. and i get to go deal with an entire huge-ass drugstore full of them in a few hours. all the christmas stuff that is clearly marked with it's price is also sorted in sections that say 50% off. IF ONE MORE FUCKING IDIOT COMES UP TO ME AND ASKS WHAT THE PRICE IS I'M GOING TO BITE THEM IN THE FACE! what's half of $3.99 ya fucktard?! I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!
or the best is when they go up to the register and buy this half priced stuff and start yelling at the cashier because it didn't ring up right. i then have to come up front and bust out the calculator to prove that what it rang up as was correct. most of them still don't believe me and think i'm swindling them. you know, because i have so much to gain from that and all. so i have to get a piece of paper and show them the math, both the dividing by 2 (or times .5, depending on what they'll believe) and then adding the resulting price plus itself to show that it adds up to the whole original price.
fucktards. everywhere.
