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I am in my 20's and a passionate student, majoring in Psychology. I was born and brought up in Germany, moved around about 4923 times and recently moved in with my lovely boyfriend Mr. Bubbles (no that is not his actual petname), who affectionately shares the space in my green Bubble.

I am a raging, almost melodramatic observant, who picks up on body language and gestures like no other. I love to spending my days out and about and observe anything that comes my way, just so I can report it to whoever is around me.

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Emails, trash bins, kicks and screams later ...


This day huh. It is FINALLY over. I suppose it ended on a somewhat happy note, but that is the LEAST it could have done for me [thank you, day!]. 

I woke up this morning and panicked about not having started data collection, when someone else I know has JUST started. I then tried to calm myself down by telling myself that "HEY!, you are going to meet Mr. Supervisor today at 11". 

WHAT A JOKE!

Right after a not-so-refreshing breakfast [yes we ran out of milk] I frantically tried finding my diamond ring. Under the sofa, in my jewellery boxes, on my table, on my coffee table, behind the piano, under the bed, on Mr. Bubbles desk, in all corners of the bathroom .... Twas no where to be found. At one point I had even searched through the OUTSIDE bin [yes the black ones *gag*], dragged our last load of trash BACK into the house, transferred every piece of ROTTEN and FOUL piece of trash into another bin liner only to not find a thing. I cried and kicked and screamed and shouted, and where was my ring? Exactly, in the only jewellery boxes that I hadn't looked in. 

Time to rush to uni. Mr. Supervisor OBVIOUSLY didn't remember that HE had scheduled a meeting. He kicked out another student and squeezed me between slots ... [I feel so loved ... NOT!]. I had sent him my stimulus files LAST THURSDAY, along with another email LAST THURSDAY (= 2 emails), plus another reminder on TUESDAY (= 3 emails) and a FINAL email on WEDNESDAY (= 4 emails). He can't tell me that he didn't know I existed. I basically sent him as many emails I could without annoying him entirely. 

Anyhow, just to make this explicit! Last Thursday I sent him stuff which he was supposed to get back to me, otherwise I wasn't going to start my data collection. Today morning he basically tells me that it's MY fault for not having worked fast enough? I mean. It's MY FAULT that I'm waiting for YOU to send me stuff? After having contacted you on 4 our of 6 working days? REALLY? In addition to that I have to create an ADDITIONAL 18 (!!!) stimulus passages, which he MENTIONED to me this morning ... CASUALLY. I mean. Hello?? That's just unfair. I could have written those in those 6 days 6 times over, but I am only told now? 

By the end of today's meeting I clarified what needed to be done, "Yes I will send you the files" ... Still no files in my inbox. 

NOTE: First thing tomorrow morning = email Mr. Supervisor!!!
Eventhough I have NO time at all and things are starting to pile up, [in case that isn't already evident] I am going on a holiday tomorrow. Until Sunday. I was actually excited about this once. Now I am still excited, but I have to force myself to relax and just know that from next Monday onwards, I will be like a cannonball on fire [yeah, whatever what may look like].




I is OUT!

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