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You know, getting an offer from the university you *want* to study at would be so much better if it didn't come with - but you must prove you have £8700 first - attached to it. Because, seriously, where do they think I'm going to get that from? I'll *work* when I'm there, but how do you prove that? So much for education for everyone.
Also, I hate everyone I work with, with the possible exception of my counterpart in the psychology dept, with the burning hatred of a thousand suns, or at least I would if I was sleeping better and had the energy for that. I read all these academic AUs where the admin staff are the holders of all gossip and those who shall not be crossed and I wish like hell that life was really like that. I can't even convince my academics that the exam template says Summer 2007 and not May because I AM RIGHT AND YOU ARE WRONG, DAMN YOU, WHAT DO YOU THINK I GET PAID FOR AND BY THE WAY I'M TOTALLY COMPETENT AND HAVE A DEGREE FROM WARWICK, I'M NOT STUPID! I'm just... God, I can't wait to get out of here. These people just have no respect for me, my colleagues, or the job any of us do and I'm so sick of feeling like I'm wasting my time.
On the bright side, I have a hopefully really unconditional offer from a university that really seems to want me, as well as a conditional on me getting the funds together offer from another university and I wasn't sure I'd get any.
Also, I got flowers on Valentine's Day and now have a date, and the next story on my list of stuff to write is SGA fluff that would be fun if I just felt less like skiving a week off work and spending it in bed. Sigh.
Also, I hate everyone I work with, with the possible exception of my counterpart in the psychology dept, with the burning hatred of a thousand suns, or at least I would if I was sleeping better and had the energy for that. I read all these academic AUs where the admin staff are the holders of all gossip and those who shall not be crossed and I wish like hell that life was really like that. I can't even convince my academics that the exam template says Summer 2007 and not May because I AM RIGHT AND YOU ARE WRONG, DAMN YOU, WHAT DO YOU THINK I GET PAID FOR AND BY THE WAY I'M TOTALLY COMPETENT AND HAVE A DEGREE FROM WARWICK, I'M NOT STUPID! I'm just... God, I can't wait to get out of here. These people just have no respect for me, my colleagues, or the job any of us do and I'm so sick of feeling like I'm wasting my time.
On the bright side, I have a hopefully really unconditional offer from a university that really seems to want me, as well as a conditional on me getting the funds together offer from another university and I wasn't sure I'd get any.
Also, I got flowers on Valentine's Day and now have a date, and the next story on my list of stuff to write is SGA fluff that would be fun if I just felt less like skiving a week off work and spending it in bed. Sigh.
