My “meeting” was a big fat waste of time…

I missed two classes because of it.

I sat in this little waiting area crammed with people for a good 90 minutes before I was seen. Then the person I came to speak with called my name. He was not anything like I had imagined him when I spoke to him on the phone earlier in the week.

We talked about the immediate dilemma his section put me into. We hashed out an agreement, then he flew out of the room without so much as a “wait right here”.

He was gone for about half an hour.

I didn’t know if we were done, if I had to wait, or what. I finally tracked down someone who told me that he’d be right back.

Finally, after what seems like hours, he returns, gives me some papers to sign, crunches some numbers, then he said that we were done.

By this time, I had missed one class, and by the time I could get to school, I’d have missed a good portion of the other one. So, I went to Mom’s house instead.

I came back to go to work in the Language Lab, then I may go home and collapse.

All that emotional upheaval for what essentially turned out to be a moot point.

Not very nice of them to put me through all that, is it?

Now I have to figure out some things to see of I can still continue on as before. I think I might be able to pull it off.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–