May 8th, 2009

LaCroix

Museum suck

So yesterday my best friend and I went to Chicago to tour about town and see the sights. Our first stop was the Field's museum! Yay! We got there early which gave us a chance to walk around and enjoy the water front, the little park type area that surrounds the place and just relax from the long ride there from Ohio.

So when the museum opened we were the second ones in line, no one else, just us and one person checking in. There's a huge line of ropes that wind around this way and that and we asked one of the workers coming in where we went and he pointed to the left set of doors and towards the stand where the first person was checking in.

When we got near there the lady pointed, "Back there to that sign and wait until I call." We glanced around and saw two different signs. One was on the side of the doors we were and the other was on the other side of the doors. My friend asked her where exactly and she got a bored and annoyed look and pointed agani, "To that sign!" So we back tracked through the lengths of rope to go out the door and into the door next to it, navigated MORE ropes and then came to the sign she wanted us to wait at. By that time the person she was dealing with had left and we went straight to the counter.

While we got the tickets we were both excited and chatting, attempting to talk to her and explaining it was our first time here and she just kept giving us bored expressions while checking us out. I've never met someone so apathetic.

So then we ran to see the Real Pirates exhibit! So excited! We got upstairs and were the only people in there so we started to slowly make our way around, we really did want to see everything. Que the man in the red jacket. At first he just would come into the room we were in and stand there watching us, we figured since we were the only ones in the exhibit it was excusable. I mean hey, who else is going to watch? Then several groups came in and still...he followed right behind us.

He never asked if we had questions or enjoyed the exhibit or said a word to us. He just would follow us into a room and stare at the two of us. It started to get annoying since I assume he was some sort of security person and he pegged us as trouble makers. Which hey, I've seen happen before but we were never loud. Never suspicious. We just read everything they had and looked at the things displayed. Groups of screaming children ran through pushing each other and sticking their faces onto the glass protecting artifacts but he was locked on the two of us as if we were about to stick pirate gold in our pockets.

Finally my friend turned around and smiled saying "Hello there! How are you doing?" He stared at her a moment and then turned around and walked out of the room. Once we moved into the next part he was right there staring again. He followed us all the way out of the exhibit. Now honestly if we'd been dressed oddly I would have understood, but she was wearing a dressy blue blouse and black dress pants and I was wearing a polo shirt and jeans. No weirdness, nothing suspicious. Nor are we teenagers which might also have made him worry (27 and 30 respectively).


Long story short.

The woman checking people in had us navigate two sets of roped off lines to get to where she wanted 'call' us over when there was no one coming in and she was just finishing the person she was check in. Was bored and apathetic about the entire thing.

Security guy followed my friend and I around to watch like hawks the entire time we were in a special exhibit as if we were a pair of thieves, while ignoring herds of children that were manhandling everything. Didn't even respond to a greeting.

Sobeys suck


So my boyfriend and I are both young, and we look like nice people. We're polite and easy going, unless you give us a reason not to be, and this sometimes makes me feel like cashiers assume because we're close to their age, we don't give a crap about what kind of service we recieve.

We were shopping at Sobeys [a grocery store] picking up a few things, and they were really slow. We didn't have to wait in line, as there was a cashier waiting at an empty till. We put our stuff on the belt, and she smiled at us, acknowledging us, and then as she was ringing us through, this happened

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Hospital Ignoring Allergies Suck

This post reminded me about a hospital suck that happened last January. The surgeon that removed my gallbladder was awesome, and excitedly kept my gallstones, as they were some of the biggest he's ever seen. The hospital the surgery was in? Not so awesome.

I have an extremely rare allergy to anything with acrylates/methacrylates. When I come into contact with these substances for any length of time, I generally develop a light rash to full blown hives on the affected area. Collapse )

I informed the hospital, many times, of my allergy prior to surgery, using plastic band aids as only ONE example. I was given an allergy bracelet for band aids so I assumed that everything else was safe. After surgery, I found out that they had ignored the allergy bracelet, but was able to have a nurse quickly change out the band aids for paper tape, and I only had a minor case of hives.

About a week later, I broke out in the worst hives I had ever experienced (enough that I nearly woke up screaming one night from the itching) all along my stomach and partially up my sides--which had all been dyed blue a week before by the body prep solution they used. A trip to my school's health center later, I had a blood test indicating an allergic reaction.

I found out the hospital used DURAPREP, and right on the DURAPREP Material Safety Data Sheet are the words "1-10% acrylates" in the ingredients list and a description of my exact allergic reaction. If it's like any other MSDS, then it's a legal requirement to have that information on file. It is also freely available information on the web.

I never complained to the hospital, even if I should have, due to tl;dr reasons. However, I'm worried that someone with a worse allergic reaction might be exposed. Currently, the plan is write a letter to the hospital, but I'm not entirely sure whom to direct it to. Does anyone have any recommendations?
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Duquesne University suck

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In September of 2008 I took my GREs. For those who don't know, those are the Graduate Record Examinations-- like the SATs, except you take them after college to get into grad school, and they are much harder. I arranged to have my scores sent automatically from the testing site to the three schools of my choice, one of which was Duquesne University. I got together all my other material-- writing sample, three letters of recommendation, transcripts, personal statement, everything-- and sent it all off in December, well before the January deadline.

Now, applying to graduate school is A LOT of work. You have to spend a lot of time and effort (and money) on these applications. DU's fee was $60, non-refundable. Heck, it's $130 just to take the dumb GREs.

Fast-forward to April. It is three weeks until I graduate, and I have gotten rejected from the other two schools. It's okay. Duquesne was my first choice. I had been waiting every day for the mailman for almost eight weeks like a kid who sent in his boxtops, and not so much as a peep from DU. In fact, I had heard nothing from them at all, except a "test e-mail" from their Admissions department in October. So I decide to take the initiative and call the admissions office, to see what's going on. A very bored-sounding woman-- we'll call her Gail-- answers the phone. I give her my name and ask what the status of my application is. She does not ask me how to spell my name, which is interesting because it is not spelled AT ALL the way it sounds, and clicks on her computer for awhile. Then she says: "We never received your GRE scores, so your application was never reviewed." My stomach drops into the floor. "Wh...What? That's not possible!" I say, unable to think. Gail sighs, pops her gum and says "They're not here." Just like that, flat as a pancake. I stutter "But I have the paper from the testing service RIGHT HERE that says they sent them to you!" She sighs again. "I don't know. They're not here. I sent you NUMEROUS e-mails telling you that your application file was incomplete." At this point, I am too bewildered to tell her "No you effing did NOT, I have ONE e-mail address and I never got anything from you at all" but that was the case. Instead, I whimper, "Well, what should I do?" "I dunno, you could resubmit them, but it's too late for you to get any financial aid." I cannot go to school without financial aid-- I don't have twelve K just sitting about. "Or you could call ETS and see what they say." Totally bored. Does not care at all. My life, meanwhile, is crumbling.

I call ETS. They say "Yeah-- we sent them two copies, actually, one electronically and a paper copy" and they give me exact dates that the scores were received, processed and sent out. I call back. Gail is not interested. I give her the dates. "Um... okay, yeah, well, we don't have them." Cracks gum. No apology. No sympathy. Nothing. I've had enough. "I need to speak to your supervisor, now" I say. "She's not in, you can send her an e-mail or talk to her tomorrow." CLICK. WTF. Totally unconcerned.

The worst part is, I type up a very polite yet very urgent e-mail to, let's call her Dr. Samantha Froward, the director of graduate admissions. It is long and heartfelt and details my plight. The next day, I get a two-sentence e-mail back saying the secretaries don't have the scores and there's nothing they can do, but I can resubmit the scores and not get financial aid. Nobody in that office gave two shits or a fuck that they had lost an important part of an applicant's... application. And I can't even get my $60 back.

I sure as hell won't be applying there again. If that's the way they run their administration, I am no longer interested.
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I seem to be having lots of issues with movie theaters this year...

So, a group of friends and I went to go see Star Trek last night. Most of the people in our group are big Trekkies and had been planning this outing ever since they'd heard the movie was coming out, and when we showed up for our midnight showing, some of the guys were talking about how excited they were.

We'd all gotten tickets off fandango, but we had to exchange our printed slips for actual tickets before we were let in. The girl at the ticket counter took one look at our group, saw the guys chatting about Kirk and Spock and whatnot, and just pressed her palms against her eyes and sat that way for the next half a minute or so while one member of our group was trying to get his slip exchanged. She just ignored him while she sat there for about thirty seconds before deciding to actually help him.

Even after that, in between people she would roll her eyes, shake her head, and make little "shoot me" motions as each next person stepped up online. It wasn't even to a coworker, it was just her acting rude for the sake of being rude.

It was especially bizarre since, 1) we weren't being loud, and 2) there were only about ten of us, and we were the only people on line (we showed up a few minutes late), so it wasn't as though she were dealing with anyone being obnoxious or was going through a huge procession of people. She just decided to be rude to us for no reason, or because we were just a bunch of geeks showing up to a movie.