Sunday, May 16, 2004
Meramec posts final grades online tomorrow evening. It mails out transcripts Tuesday. Ausgezeichnet. I grow weary with this ridiculous "waiting" business.at 2:20 PM
Rob (the dumb supervisor) asked me if I would make a gas station run to get him a pack of cigarettes. I told him to satisfy himself, in several more words. Point the first: I am not his personal errand boy. Point the second: My mother died of smoking-related lung cancer, and I am not going to feed his dirty, thoughtless habit. When I pointed that out to him (half-jokingly, as always), he said, 'Well, I have two kids, and I don't care.' My reply went along the lines of, 'My mom had five, and whether or not you do, they will.' He also told me I gave him "too much information"; that I could have simply replied in the negative. I responded with the assertion that making people feel guilty is much more fun for me. It is, but it's also slightly depressing.
Contending with dopey people makes me tired.
