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Yeah, things aren't improving.
I woke up to a phone call about the fact that I haven't registered with OCT, and was thus required to spend the next half-hour phoning people to make sure that was ok. Because apparently almost no one at UOIT has ever not registered right away. And, um, I'm not doing anything that would require it next year, so I don't want to have to pay the dues.
Yeah.
One or two minor things, not worth ranting about.
Now I can't get the feeling of anger and frustration out of my chest. I'm not sad at all, or self-pitying. At least not at the moment. It's the discontent feeling in my chest and my spine.
I woke up to a phone call about the fact that I haven't registered with OCT, and was thus required to spend the next half-hour phoning people to make sure that was ok. Because apparently almost no one at UOIT has ever not registered right away. And, um, I'm not doing anything that would require it next year, so I don't want to have to pay the dues.
Yeah.
One or two minor things, not worth ranting about.
Now I can't get the feeling of anger and frustration out of my chest. I'm not sad at all, or self-pitying. At least not at the moment. It's the discontent feeling in my chest and my spine.
