Earlier I said I applied to this particular program in a sort of "what the hell" fashion and that I would "let fate decide."
Well, earlier this morning, fate gave me a big fat middle finger.
For reasons unknown to my advisor/program director and her boss, I and a few other people never made it onto the registration rolls, despite everything. And like all bureaucracies, the "woman who handles that" is out until the 27th.
I've done all that I can do. I can't find my letter of admission/welcome. My husband sat at my desk (despite repeated requests not to do that) and all I can find is the envelope. I looked for over an hour. I have no idea where it is because I left it on my desk.
So I've gotta let it go....if I'm in, I'm in, if I'm not, well, damnshitfuckpisshell.
I don't have a backup plan that doesn't involve low-paying clerical work.
*&^%$
No comments:
Post a Comment