F***ING A**HOLE
So, I'm surviving this week. I have a paper due tomorrow that I have yet to start, but at least I've done all of the readings necessary for it, so I say that's an improvement if ever there was one. That means that this week, I've done three presentations in front of classes (one in Japanese), my Statement of Purpose Essay for Study Abroad, my final project paper for Japanese, a handout that was needed for my Phonetics presentation, around a hundred transcriptions of Hungarian words, and recordings of 200 Hungarian words. So I think that my little 5 paged Comparative Literature paper can wait until I get some of my sanity back tonight before I write it. Had my last Phonetics class ever today, which was fairly exciting. Actually, about Phonetics...
My speaker is quite possibly one of the most annoying, difficult people that I have ever encountered. I thought that it would be better to work with him rather than with just some random person that I didn't know, because at least he lives on my floor. Unfortunately, I forgot that everyone on my floor is a drama queen and therefore hella annoying if you have to associate with them any more than you want to. So he resisted for a long time, and then finally I cornered him and got 200 words recorded within one sitting with him. Then I had him write out 200 words that he could easily think of in Hungarian that were frequently used words, so that I could do it all really quickly in another sitting. I was all excited that we were going to get this thing done, and that it wasn't going to take very long at all, certainly not as long as I'd anticipated it taking. But then, two days ago, he randomly approaches me in the hallway and whispers to me that he has no voice. And then the next day, he whispers to me again that he has not got a voice. And then today, he comes in and whispers to me that he still does not have his voice back. BULL. SHIT. fsdfjidso;afjsdiafo;sdaf
I just want to scream at him, PEOPLE DO NOT LOSE THEIR VOICES COMPLETELY FOR THREE DAYS. IT. DOESN'T. HAPPEN. You might have a creaky, scratchy, entirely horribly sounding voice for a long time, but you don't just not have a voice and have to whisper for three days. Instead, I say "Oh, I hope you get better; we've still got time, hopefully you'll get it back before you leave..." and he whispers back to me "Maybe I will, maybe I wont," after which I suppress the urge to strangle him right then and there. Emily says that I should just bitch him out about it, but I can't until he helps me finish this project. I talked to my professor about it, saying that it might just be an attention hoax, some desperate plea for attention, but that if he really has no voice, there's nothing I can do to get recordings, and if there's a chance that I don't get the last of the words recorded before he leaves, if I have a note signed by Alan saying he's retarded, or if I get a doctor's note or something, would that be worth anything. And my professor, who I am now indebted to for life, said that if I can't get the last 200 from him, that it's fine, and he trusts me, since we're both adults. All that I can say is THANK GOD. THANK THE FRICKIN' GODS.
He just came to ask me if I wanted to go to dinner with him. Whispered it. And it was all I could do not to say, "FUCK OFF!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT!!"
My speaker is quite possibly one of the most annoying, difficult people that I have ever encountered. I thought that it would be better to work with him rather than with just some random person that I didn't know, because at least he lives on my floor. Unfortunately, I forgot that everyone on my floor is a drama queen and therefore hella annoying if you have to associate with them any more than you want to. So he resisted for a long time, and then finally I cornered him and got 200 words recorded within one sitting with him. Then I had him write out 200 words that he could easily think of in Hungarian that were frequently used words, so that I could do it all really quickly in another sitting. I was all excited that we were going to get this thing done, and that it wasn't going to take very long at all, certainly not as long as I'd anticipated it taking. But then, two days ago, he randomly approaches me in the hallway and whispers to me that he has no voice. And then the next day, he whispers to me again that he has not got a voice. And then today, he comes in and whispers to me that he still does not have his voice back. BULL. SHIT. fsdfjidso;afjsdiafo;sdaf
I just want to scream at him, PEOPLE DO NOT LOSE THEIR VOICES COMPLETELY FOR THREE DAYS. IT. DOESN'T. HAPPEN. You might have a creaky, scratchy, entirely horribly sounding voice for a long time, but you don't just not have a voice and have to whisper for three days. Instead, I say "Oh, I hope you get better; we've still got time, hopefully you'll get it back before you leave..." and he whispers back to me "Maybe I will, maybe I wont," after which I suppress the urge to strangle him right then and there. Emily says that I should just bitch him out about it, but I can't until he helps me finish this project. I talked to my professor about it, saying that it might just be an attention hoax, some desperate plea for attention, but that if he really has no voice, there's nothing I can do to get recordings, and if there's a chance that I don't get the last of the words recorded before he leaves, if I have a note signed by Alan saying he's retarded, or if I get a doctor's note or something, would that be worth anything. And my professor, who I am now indebted to for life, said that if I can't get the last 200 from him, that it's fine, and he trusts me, since we're both adults. All that I can say is THANK GOD. THANK THE FRICKIN' GODS.
He just came to ask me if I wanted to go to dinner with him. Whispered it. And it was all I could do not to say, "FUCK OFF!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT!!"