fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck fuck!
i feel a tad bit lied to at the moment.
i enrolled in a backpacking class at the university wherein it stated "one night class/orientation as well as three scheduled trips." initially, that meant we'd show up for that evening, the instructor would give us the syllabus and we'd have to sign up for three camping trips through-out the semester. i know this because i had taking an equivalent of the class a few years ago; in fact, it was the only class i actually passed that semester. 8D
anyway, the previous program director had retired a semester before-hand and the new director was also the instructor. he decides he doesn't like the format contrary to the course bulletin description and makes it a FOUR WEEK CLASS; same time; namely, Wednesday, 5:30 p.m.
guess what? he didn't show up for the first class...
so, after that little fiasco, i go to his office and get the information, inform him i can't stick around forever because i work Wednesday evenings from six p.m. to 11 p.m.; pending. he says, i'll work with you, show up a half hour early and you might have to show up late for work once but i'll work with you.
fine.
later, he decides rather than a four week format, its now a SIX WEEK format. then it becomes an EIGHT WEEK format. at which point, i tell myself my job, scrummy that it be, is more important than a class; theres only so many times i can show up late before getting in trouble. fair enough logic, correct?
as per the camping trip itself, all during this time i've asked him when it will be. he tells me consistently, every class each week, its the last week of october. i need to know this so i can put in for the time off, my boss needs to know a month before hand. well, i get the time off last week-end and i inform the instructor about this.
guess what?
its now THIS WEEKEND.
...
HOLY FUCK! I WANT TO STAB HIM WITH AN ICEPICK! gawd-damn, that lying choder-cheese guzzling, twat-for-teeth... FETUS FACE! grr! GRRGRRGRR!!!
so i go and talk to him, told him i went out day-hiking last weekend anyway. so, even if he is a lying yam-tard, i'm still trying to get stuff done.
"well, you can't make it up."
grr.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!(PIUPOIU!POIU!IJ!LKJ:!
... piupoiu??? wow. i even get cute when i punch the keyboard.
anyway.
i tell him about work, that i can't get the weekend off and had based it upon what he had CONSISTINTFUCKINGLY told me; namely last week-end. he tells me "thats not what i said, thats what i was planning on. it changed."
yeah.
fuck this university. i'm on academic probation as it is; therefore, if i fail this semester (certainly likes it, no?) i can't enroll for a year. fine by me, i'm not coming back. oh, and you know what makes it even more irratating? he's made it sound like its MY FAULT i didn't get the time off. uh? excuse me? you ever work a job where LABOR VIOLATIONS and TRIPLE SHIFTWORK are the norm?
grr.
i stop yelling now.
i enrolled in a backpacking class at the university wherein it stated "one night class/orientation as well as three scheduled trips." initially, that meant we'd show up for that evening, the instructor would give us the syllabus and we'd have to sign up for three camping trips through-out the semester. i know this because i had taking an equivalent of the class a few years ago; in fact, it was the only class i actually passed that semester. 8D
anyway, the previous program director had retired a semester before-hand and the new director was also the instructor. he decides he doesn't like the format contrary to the course bulletin description and makes it a FOUR WEEK CLASS; same time; namely, Wednesday, 5:30 p.m.
guess what? he didn't show up for the first class...
so, after that little fiasco, i go to his office and get the information, inform him i can't stick around forever because i work Wednesday evenings from six p.m. to 11 p.m.; pending. he says, i'll work with you, show up a half hour early and you might have to show up late for work once but i'll work with you.
fine.
later, he decides rather than a four week format, its now a SIX WEEK format. then it becomes an EIGHT WEEK format. at which point, i tell myself my job, scrummy that it be, is more important than a class; theres only so many times i can show up late before getting in trouble. fair enough logic, correct?
as per the camping trip itself, all during this time i've asked him when it will be. he tells me consistently, every class each week, its the last week of october. i need to know this so i can put in for the time off, my boss needs to know a month before hand. well, i get the time off last week-end and i inform the instructor about this.
guess what?
its now THIS WEEKEND.
...
HOLY FUCK! I WANT TO STAB HIM WITH AN ICEPICK! gawd-damn, that lying choder-cheese guzzling, twat-for-teeth... FETUS FACE! grr! GRRGRRGRR!!!
so i go and talk to him, told him i went out day-hiking last weekend anyway. so, even if he is a lying yam-tard, i'm still trying to get stuff done.
"well, you can't make it up."
grr.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!(PIUPOIU!POIU!IJ!LKJ:!
... piupoiu??? wow. i even get cute when i punch the keyboard.
anyway.
i tell him about work, that i can't get the weekend off and had based it upon what he had CONSISTINTFUCKINGLY told me; namely last week-end. he tells me "thats not what i said, thats what i was planning on. it changed."
yeah.
fuck this university. i'm on academic probation as it is; therefore, if i fail this semester (certainly likes it, no?) i can't enroll for a year. fine by me, i'm not coming back. oh, and you know what makes it even more irratating? he's made it sound like its MY FAULT i didn't get the time off. uh? excuse me? you ever work a job where LABOR VIOLATIONS and TRIPLE SHIFTWORK are the norm?
grr.
i stop yelling now.