well, i’m at work. that is about all i can say about my life right now. at some point in time my work life became the wasc accreditation. i don’t know how this happened. my boss went on vacation, and wasc took over.
first it was that i didn’t have a unix password for sjsu. so, for the past 2 weeks or so, i’ve been trying to get access. this attempt to get access eventually turned into me filing a personal complaint with hr against the unix administrator. i have never in my life wanted to file a complaint against someone. i was told that i would be doing the university a disservice if i did not file this complaint (by our acting avp). i filed the complaint. i’ve been an emotional mess ever since.
i was so much in a mess that i yelled at the rocker. no, i wasn’t just angry. i was hurt and and distraut. he was being uber competitive, and i was just in a mood… the fight started with the word: pissant. i was thinking that it was an irritating bug. no, i am wrong. it is something insignificant. i called him a pissant. he said he was not a pissant. the fight exploded at burrito real when he called his mother at the dinner table to determine the definition.
i called him egotistical and arrogant. that pissed him off. he got up and left. i threw my dinner away and followed him out. he then got to see what i looked like when i was mad. i yelled and screamed and told him that i didn’t need him telling me how stupid i was when i was already having a bad day.
once again, he told me i needed counseling… this time for misreading what people are saying to me, and always thinking its bad. i told him that i was tired of being told that i needed therapy when we were having an arguement… and that once a month, he was telling me that i needed help. yep, once a month i’m an emotional mess. it doesn’t help that i got someone in trouble at work and that wasc people have been breathing down my back…
so, i think the arguement is fixed. it was mostly my fault… but calling his mother in the middle of dinner to prove me wrong was really not a smart thing to do yesterday.
anyway… i’m here. i’m not happy. and i don’t have much to talk about.
Look who’s talking…