stack attack continues
Tuesday 22 April 2008 | I like a cookie
• Not one but five seven nymph (head-of-a-pin-sized, but STILL) or infant palmetto bugs questing on countertop for coffee grounds at 2 am.
• Fragile student in morning class, all semester long on the verge of failing, emails to say s/he doesn’t understand paper assignment, making it clear in her/his reply that s/he hasn’t been in touch at all with his/her group members—paper is a group project; rough draft is due today; and, same student probably plagiarized previous paper yet, while it possibly sounds disingenuous, I can’t figure out if or how.
• School psychiatrist calls apologetically after a week has gone by to say she “does not feel comfortable” helping me get patient assistance for med which, it turns out, she actually didn’t prescribe for me (because I am already on it)—last night’s $69 for Emsam thus helping contribute to the overdraft situation. Now must dash around with electronic paperwork, scanned tax returns etc., and try again with Aunt Freud. Have now spent $130 plus $80 plus $30 on so-far useless State School psychiatry. Actually have not spent it; bill comes due this month. And, don’t even know if qualify for patient assistance any more because drug company keeps income limits a secret.
• Paranoid that more e-bills will hit checking account before I can stop the recursions. (Fortunately have overdraft protection but with $15 fee.) Bills such as: $12 charge because let self be talked into signing up for stupid “credit protection” program, because get “free” credit report. Only “free” credit report never arrives and 30-day window of opportunity to leave stupid program at no charge has now passed and still have not cancelled out of stupid program.
• Landlord posts notice on door he will show house on Thursday. The Brujo calls to remind we weren’t planning on moving out. Landlord is predictably stroppy and we now have appointment with him for later today after the Interminable Next-to-Last Tuesday, which includes a final TA seminar meeting and is therefore 9:15-1:40 straight through. Including hastily crammed-in conversations with irate grade-grubbing and plagiaristic students.
• Coup de grace: Stopped-up toilet. Which may mend itself, as it often magically does. I hear the Brujo in the bathroom patiently flushing.
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