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jdmkleini am becoming thin skinned. i am not administrative material. i recognize my weaknesses and deal with them by working twice as hard on the things i'm good at. i do this because i am not quick or deep thinking enough to see the things that i miss that seem to appear so easily to others.They have no idea how hard i work. i've been considering publishing a weekly paper telling those with whom i work, just what takes place during my working day. Some seem to think shit magically happens over night. It one of them comes in and pitches a hissy fit that i should be able to make it all better for them, immediately. Or at the very least the next day. They wonder why i get the laptop and projector for my students' presentations. Well, dearies, it's because i think ahead. What a fucking marvelous idea. i mean way ahead. like the day the assignment goes out, not the hour before the assignment is due, or the morning it is due, or the day before, even.
They rant and foam at the mouth because their computers don't work. They want to know why the student computer lab has brand new computers and no one ever goes into the lab. They want to know why their work, which is so allfiredimportantintheireyesthattheemirshouldbestowknighthoodonthem or something, doesn't rate a new computer. Get off your high horses folks. We are the talking monkies. They want to know why we don't have people knocking down the faculty doors wanting to come join us. Listen people, had i known five years ago what i know now about working with you all, i would have swum backward through gator pits and shark family picnics to avoid ever meeting your sorryassfaces. Don't you take that highbrowmywayisbetterthanyourway tone with me little missies. You don' t know jack and the jack you don't know would fill one of Saddam's tunnels under the airport.
i stroke your precious egoes. i thank you for work done. Even though i am not asking anything extra of you. you spoiled rotten woosses. Your teaching load is less than any other elu in the university and you are getting the same money. Don't working? Quit. Bitch about having 14 contact hours instead of 10, go ahead, wait until your year end review comes across my desk.
You want everything perfect, you find fault with everything and yet you aren't willing to put any effort toward making it so.
When i get angry with your shenannigans i come home and write here and say bad words to the dog and make Master's life miserable. i don't go stomping off down the hall in high dudgeon and slam a coffee cup down so hard on the desk i break the handle off. i don't go slamming into my office and talk myself in portuguese and then come out and continue the conversation ad nauseum until anyone near wants to scream. i don't go pulling wasta out of my butt just because my husband is a kuwaiti and a professor and call upper level administration people and go ballisitic over the phone to them so bad that the person who is your direct superior, yep that would be me, gets a phone call asking if you are pms'ing. if you are so dammned upset at how the unit is going, just tell me. You can have the job.
They rant and foam at the mouth because their computers don't work. They want to know why the student computer lab has brand new computers and no one ever goes into the lab. They want to know why their work, which is so allfiredimportantintheireyesthattheemirshouldbestowknighthoodonthem or something, doesn't rate a new computer. Get off your high horses folks. We are the talking monkies. They want to know why we don't have people knocking down the faculty doors wanting to come join us. Listen people, had i known five years ago what i know now about working with you all, i would have swum backward through gator pits and shark family picnics to avoid ever meeting your sorryassfaces. Don't you take that highbrowmywayisbetterthanyourway tone with me little missies. You don' t know jack and the jack you don't know would fill one of Saddam's tunnels under the airport.
i stroke your precious egoes. i thank you for work done. Even though i am not asking anything extra of you. you spoiled rotten woosses. Your teaching load is less than any other elu in the university and you are getting the same money. Don't working? Quit. Bitch about having 14 contact hours instead of 10, go ahead, wait until your year end review comes across my desk.
You want everything perfect, you find fault with everything and yet you aren't willing to put any effort toward making it so.
When i get angry with your shenannigans i come home and write here and say bad words to the dog and make Master's life miserable. i don't go stomping off down the hall in high dudgeon and slam a coffee cup down so hard on the desk i break the handle off. i don't go slamming into my office and talk myself in portuguese and then come out and continue the conversation ad nauseum until anyone near wants to scream. i don't go pulling wasta out of my butt just because my husband is a kuwaiti and a professor and call upper level administration people and go ballisitic over the phone to them so bad that the person who is your direct superior, yep that would be me, gets a phone call asking if you are pms'ing. if you are so dammned upset at how the unit is going, just tell me. You can have the job.
