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I don't usually bitch about my coworkers (because there's generally not a lot to bitch about), but... There is an older guy I work with and EVERY SINGLE TIME he comes through my receiving area he mutters, "My, my, my so many books, so many books," and then he does this really annoying little laugh. It drives me INSANE. I want to be like gee, ______, you think? Funny considering we work in a BOOKSTORE.
In other news, I e-mailed my Spanish instructor to see if I could get an incomplete due to medical reasons. She said no, but she'd give me a two week extension in the class. Two weeks is great, but I don't know what's going to happen with the cardiologist tomorrow. Right now I'm feeling pretty good, so if the cardiologist says they need to do a CAT-Scan and possibly surgery, but it can be postponed, then maybe. However, if she prescribes me another medication that fucks me up as much as the last one, no. There's no way. So I went above my professor's head and called the actual college. They basically told me it's up to my instructor. I think it's ridiculous because there should be some type of option. I mean, things happen sometimes that are beyond your control. That's life. And Spanish stresses me out anyways, regardless of whether I'm well or not. So I'm sure it's not exactly helping me feel better. Blah.
In other news, I e-mailed my Spanish instructor to see if I could get an incomplete due to medical reasons. She said no, but she'd give me a two week extension in the class. Two weeks is great, but I don't know what's going to happen with the cardiologist tomorrow. Right now I'm feeling pretty good, so if the cardiologist says they need to do a CAT-Scan and possibly surgery, but it can be postponed, then maybe. However, if she prescribes me another medication that fucks me up as much as the last one, no. There's no way. So I went above my professor's head and called the actual college. They basically told me it's up to my instructor. I think it's ridiculous because there should be some type of option. I mean, things happen sometimes that are beyond your control. That's life. And Spanish stresses me out anyways, regardless of whether I'm well or not. So I'm sure it's not exactly helping me feel better. Blah.