He did it again...
So, yesterday at about 4:55, Rand (our secretary) walks into the office and hands me a paper. "Here's the list for your class", she says. "What class?" I say. "I don't have a class now"
Fuckin' Vijay.
He started a new CEPA class (the high-stress one, all girls in abbayas and such), which I kind of knew was happening. What I never heard was when, specifically, last night. Vijay's reply: "Oh, I put it on your schedule yesterday!" Thanks Vijay.
So Vijay and I had to have a little talk about communication, and how it's important in any relationship. And how "my schedule" is an excel file, in a network drive I can't access from my computer, which I don't look at all that often. And how, seeing as I spend my days a whole 10 feet away from Vijay, it would be nice if he could, you know, let me know when he gives me a new class. The final resolution: Vijay has graciously accepted that he will send me an email when he changes my schedule. I didn't feel like bringing that 10-feet thing up again.
Goddamn it.
Actually, the class wasn't bad. Much smaller this time - only 5 students. I discovered the real challege of the last class was actually learning everyone's name when they all dress identically. It took me a little while, but I think I've got it now. My main source of stress right now is how fucked my schedule is. It's not all Vijay's fault - it was pretty chaotic before. But somehow, the new class I hadn't been expecting has just completely thrown off my whole game. Hopefully by the end of the month I'll have shit under control again. 'Cause Vijay's not gonna help.
Fuckin' Vijay.
He started a new CEPA class (the high-stress one, all girls in abbayas and such), which I kind of knew was happening. What I never heard was when, specifically, last night. Vijay's reply: "Oh, I put it on your schedule yesterday!" Thanks Vijay.
So Vijay and I had to have a little talk about communication, and how it's important in any relationship. And how "my schedule" is an excel file, in a network drive I can't access from my computer, which I don't look at all that often. And how, seeing as I spend my days a whole 10 feet away from Vijay, it would be nice if he could, you know, let me know when he gives me a new class. The final resolution: Vijay has graciously accepted that he will send me an email when he changes my schedule. I didn't feel like bringing that 10-feet thing up again.
Goddamn it.
Actually, the class wasn't bad. Much smaller this time - only 5 students. I discovered the real challege of the last class was actually learning everyone's name when they all dress identically. It took me a little while, but I think I've got it now. My main source of stress right now is how fucked my schedule is. It's not all Vijay's fault - it was pretty chaotic before. But somehow, the new class I hadn't been expecting has just completely thrown off my whole game. Hopefully by the end of the month I'll have shit under control again. 'Cause Vijay's not gonna help.