Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do.
Passive-aggressive and outright aggressive e-mails from my father.
(Who is now, thanks to these incredibly insulting, hurtful e-mails and his generally asshole-y behavior towards me in general over the past couple days, pretty much just a name on a birth certificate. Insinuating that Joe's on-again-off-again girlfriend is a better daughter than I am is NOT the way to endear yourself to me.)
My university's internal website crashing out, preventing me from getting an unofficial copy of my transcripts that I need for a job application.
(Which is really not helped by being directed via phone to the help desk line, which sends me to a WEBSITE to report the issue...WHICH CRASHES TOO. REPEATEDLY. Meaning none of my attempts at submitting my report have gone through.)
A shitload of school districts deciding to use an incredibly unintuitive, unclear, and what's possibly the most user unfriendly site I've ever seen to accept and process applications.
(When I can't figure out HOW THE HELL TO REGISTER, your website is doing it so, so, wrong. Also, the extreme lack of detail about HOW TO GET SHIT TO DISTRICTS is dumb. All I know is that however it works, I owe you money for it.)
The cop shop's phone line being no help while I'm trying to find out some finer details about criminal record checks.
(A phone line that just takes you 'round in circles right back to where you started from is NOT an effective method of communication. I have to figure out how I'm going to get to the cop shop now to find out if they can even DO what I need as opposed to having TALKED WITH A REAL PERSON AND THEREBY LETTING ME KNOW IF A TRIP IS WASTED OR NOT.)
The lack of any real treatment options for a recent head injury -- don't ask, please -- since there's no internal bleeding.
(HEAD TRAUMA IS NOT FUN. Really painful headaches are not fun. The symptoms of a concussion being eerily like the symptoms I'd been exhibiting before the head trauma is probably the worst part of this. We don't know what's the head injury and what's just my regular screwy self. So I get to take lots of advil, and if my head is still killing me after two more weeks then we can look at maybe doing something. GREAT.)
Universe? I could really use a break right now. Like, really. I want nothing more than to crawl under the covers, go to sleep, and screw everything else.
(Who is now, thanks to these incredibly insulting, hurtful e-mails and his generally asshole-y behavior towards me in general over the past couple days, pretty much just a name on a birth certificate. Insinuating that Joe's on-again-off-again girlfriend is a better daughter than I am is NOT the way to endear yourself to me.)
My university's internal website crashing out, preventing me from getting an unofficial copy of my transcripts that I need for a job application.
(Which is really not helped by being directed via phone to the help desk line, which sends me to a WEBSITE to report the issue...WHICH CRASHES TOO. REPEATEDLY. Meaning none of my attempts at submitting my report have gone through.)
A shitload of school districts deciding to use an incredibly unintuitive, unclear, and what's possibly the most user unfriendly site I've ever seen to accept and process applications.
(When I can't figure out HOW THE HELL TO REGISTER, your website is doing it so, so, wrong. Also, the extreme lack of detail about HOW TO GET SHIT TO DISTRICTS is dumb. All I know is that however it works, I owe you money for it.)
The cop shop's phone line being no help while I'm trying to find out some finer details about criminal record checks.
(A phone line that just takes you 'round in circles right back to where you started from is NOT an effective method of communication. I have to figure out how I'm going to get to the cop shop now to find out if they can even DO what I need as opposed to having TALKED WITH A REAL PERSON AND THEREBY LETTING ME KNOW IF A TRIP IS WASTED OR NOT.)
The lack of any real treatment options for a recent head injury -- don't ask, please -- since there's no internal bleeding.
(HEAD TRAUMA IS NOT FUN. Really painful headaches are not fun. The symptoms of a concussion being eerily like the symptoms I'd been exhibiting before the head trauma is probably the worst part of this. We don't know what's the head injury and what's just my regular screwy self. So I get to take lots of advil, and if my head is still killing me after two more weeks then we can look at maybe doing something. GREAT.)
Universe? I could really use a break right now. Like, really. I want nothing more than to crawl under the covers, go to sleep, and screw everything else.