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Spitting mad. I have no idea how the FUCK Chris and I survived years of having this happen every other day.
I have an exam tomorrow. Constitutional. It's a required course, and my exam is worth 100%. So how nice it was to hear yesterday that Chris had a meeting that was supposed to take place around noon today, but had been moved to 4:30 without his knowledge or consent because why on earth should he be told anything as minor as "you may be leaving work two hours late tomorrow"?
It's 7:00. He's leaving work NOW. Wife? What wife? Kids? What kids? Exam? What exam? Who cares? He's a doctor!! Whatever he's doing MUST be 1000% more important than anything anybody else could possibly need to do. Like, oh I don't know, STUDY.
I have an exam tomorrow. Constitutional. It's a required course, and my exam is worth 100%. So how nice it was to hear yesterday that Chris had a meeting that was supposed to take place around noon today, but had been moved to 4:30 without his knowledge or consent because why on earth should he be told anything as minor as "you may be leaving work two hours late tomorrow"?
It's 7:00. He's leaving work NOW. Wife? What wife? Kids? What kids? Exam? What exam? Who cares? He's a doctor!! Whatever he's doing MUST be 1000% more important than anything anybody else could possibly need to do. Like, oh I don't know, STUDY.
Deep breathing
(Anonymous) 2005-04-12 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)Sarah