Don't read if you don't want to hear me complain
I do believe admissions offices are some of the most disorganized places on Earth, or maybe they are just the most visible. I called a certain graduate admissions office today about my transcript. Why? The backstory: I sent all my application materials in the beginning of November, and they send me an email saying I'm missing my transcript, resume, and one rec. The latter two are easily solved, but the transcript was sent fairly close to the date they emailed me; perhaps it had not been processed. They tell me that they will email me when all my stuff is there and certainly not *before* then because they are busy and requests like this slow them down.
Now, to January. It's been in the back of my mind that I haven't heard from this office, but having a job interview and a thesis and finals in December, I ignored it. I call their office directly (because everyone has been rude over email), and first, the person claims that they don't have it. Two months after it was sent. ::begins to get really mad:: Person keeps looking through file; "oh, there it is! We didn't put it into the system. Somehow we must have overlooked it. I'll have someone register it right away."
This would not be so bad, except that this is the second graduate admissions office I've had to chase down about credentials sent long ago. Both times, I've had to call someone to physically look at my file and find that "oh, yes, it really is there, but we're terrible at recordkeeping." Ugh ugh ugh. Do not want. :(
For all the men who cannot fathom why women complain about having to wear heels, here is some proof. Also, the empirical alternative would be to borrow a pair of your girlfriend's spikiest heels and go walk a hundred meters in them (inside if you are afraid of being called a cross-dresser) to see how it feels. Then stand in place in them for half an hour.
To end this, I will bring back cinnamon buns and chocolate biscotti to State College. Everyone should bring empty stomachs.
Now, to January. It's been in the back of my mind that I haven't heard from this office, but having a job interview and a thesis and finals in December, I ignored it. I call their office directly (because everyone has been rude over email), and first, the person claims that they don't have it. Two months after it was sent. ::begins to get really mad:: Person keeps looking through file; "oh, there it is! We didn't put it into the system. Somehow we must have overlooked it. I'll have someone register it right away."
This would not be so bad, except that this is the second graduate admissions office I've had to chase down about credentials sent long ago. Both times, I've had to call someone to physically look at my file and find that "oh, yes, it really is there, but we're terrible at recordkeeping." Ugh ugh ugh. Do not want. :(
For all the men who cannot fathom why women complain about having to wear heels, here is some proof. Also, the empirical alternative would be to borrow a pair of your girlfriend's spikiest heels and go walk a hundred meters in them (inside if you are afraid of being called a cross-dresser) to see how it feels. Then stand in place in them for half an hour.
To end this, I will bring back cinnamon buns and chocolate biscotti to State College. Everyone should bring empty stomachs.