May 2nd, 2007

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Several annoyances with "service" from professors and the registrar at my college. This is my last semester (actually, the semester is now over and I'm in my brief summer term), and things have been getting hard.

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#1- Math. The day I missed class because I was in the ER, I had a take-home test due. My prof wouldn't accept it a day late even with a doctor's letter, because I "hadn't given prior notice that [I] would be absent". She wouldn't accept late homework even if I knew that I was going to have an absence due to a class requirement and was willing to turn it in early. I met with her several times about my grade, as math is not my strong suit and I needed to pass in order to graduate. Every time, I asked her if it was possible for me to pass the class, and each time, she responded "I hope so." She refused to give me my current grade or any idea of my average. She also marked a test on which I had scored a 15.5/20 as being 62% (that's a 77.5%, and she's a MATH PROFESSOR. College level). The final time I met with her, she told me that I should have put more of an effort into talking to her and that she's very understanding. This is a woman who failed me two years ago because I missed four classes since I had tonsillitis.

#2- Biology. My professor entered a test grade into my average as a 54% when I'd received a 79% (she got my test confused with another student who had the same first name). Then she entered a quiz that I had completed as a zero, and did the same with a journal worth 50 points, half the weight of my final exam. Zeros. I ended up with a C+ in a class that I should have an A- in. I'm contesting this one.

#3- I was given an incomplete in my senior seminar in the fall semester, as I passed out during the final exam (low blood pressure from the SSRi I was unneccessarily prescribed) and didn't manage to reschedule. I retook the exam the third day of the spring semester, but still haven't received a revised grade. An incomplete that is not finished by the end of the next semester becomes an automatic zero. I'm trying to get this resolved with my advisor right now.

#4- the Registrar. I've met with him in the past, and he's an extremely nice man, and he's always been quite helpful. But when I went to ask him about help with my math professor, he wouldn't give me any help, just kept repeating "pass" like it was magically simple, and all I had to do was pass when no one would help me or tell me how that was possible!

Luckily, I did pass math, thanks to a friend who tutored me during exam week when there is no tutoring, interrupting her own study time. If I can take care of my incomplete in senior seminar, I will graduate in nineteen days. If I have to stick with the C+ in Bio, I'll be annoyed, but it won't affect whether I graduate.

Stupid mechanics! ;(

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I realize we shouldn't have been trusting now. I guess I figured that people would do their jobs and not cut corners at every possible moment, silly me! They also didn't give us copies of the claim sheets, we're going to get those faxed today and go over and make sure they replaced what they should have, and make a list of what they need to fix. I'm sorry but I'm not going to pay to have this all done when they should have done it in the first place! :(
paul rudd in glasses

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This is in open-letter format, because that's what I do best.

Dear woman,

I honestly didn't think that "Do you think the apartment will still be available for June 1st?" was that horrible a question to ask. Apparently, I was wrong.

Either that, or you're a complete bitch. Why you felt the need to go off on me, I have no idea. I was perfectly polite to you, even a little apologetic, and you had an attitude from the start. But when I asked you if the place would be open in a mere 29 days, you completely flipped your shit.

You called me a waste of time, and demanded to know why "you people" call when we can't rent the apartment RIGHT AWAY.

Completely and totally uncalled for. A simple "no" would have sufficed.

- layered.

I've never rented an apartment before, or even called about one. I have no idea when you're supposed to call about places - is 29 days ahead too far in advance? I need to have a place secured for the first of June, so I thought that calling earlier would be better than putting it off.

I guess not.

Any advice from the slightly older and so much wiser members here? I don't think I was in the wrong, but I will gladly admit defeat and suckitude if I was.

But being stressed out from finals and needing to find a place to live in a month, she made me cry.
Autobot

Capital One - and my blood pressure

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Summary:
Canceled an automatic report i relied on
Never told me about a way to get it manually on-line
Takes forever to receive manually ordered report
Severely overdue in mailing manually ordered report
Not "allowing" me to speak to someone who can resolve the reason i called- or even answer questions
Once realizing they jerked me around for two billing periods, refusing to actually do anything about it.

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A Bit of Annoying Service

Dear Dairy Queen Girl,

It's really not necessary to titter about how HILARIOUS my order (a strawberry Blizzard, not strawberry cheesequake, just strawberry alone) is. Especially while I'm standing right there staring at you while you laugh that "this is so stupid, it's just like strawberry ice cream!" Uh, yeah, because that's what it is. Much like say, the cookie dough Blizzard is like cookie dough ice cream. The appeal is the soft serve and reasonably fresh strawberries. But I shouldn't have to defend my order to you, because I did not demand something crazy and impossible. You seemed to have no problem scooping the strawberry stuff in and making the Blizzard as per normal, so why the hostility?

I would like to reiterate that you are TWO FEET AWAY, and YES, I can hear you making snide comments about how retarded this whole business of a strawberry Blizzard is. Sweet Jesus, girl, if this is the hardest part of your day, I would love to be you.

Your annoyed customer,
Me

P.S. Luckily my Blizzard was delicious, so you inadvertantly brightened my day. In your face.