I'm feeling the need for a personal pity party. My day has been full of disappointments. Much of this is my own fault, I suppose. Last night, I stayed up late to study for an Art History exam. This morning, though I got up on time, I just didn't get a good start. I got a 5 Hour Energy drink to try and make up for the difference, but it didn't really help that much.
My art history exam, however, I fear did not go as well as I had hoped. I couldn't remember the location of Saint Etienne cathedral--well, I remembered it was in France, but not that it was specifically in Caen. When writing in the name of the sculpture The Virgin of Paris, I didn't feel like the name looked right so, at the last minute, I changed it the The Virgin of France. I did manage to answer correctly an extra credit question, but that might not save my points. I was hoping to be much better than I was, I guess. Really, I have no one to blame but myself. I procrastinated when it came to studying for this class. There really isn't any valid excuse.
I got the results from my psychology exam back today as well. I did get 100 out of 100 points, but that was because my instructor automatically gives us back two points on our exams. I missed two questions. When I reviewed them on my exam after class, I saw that one of them was sort of a bogus technicality question. The other was my own mistake. The mistake I can deal with, but the other one sort of irritates me a little bit. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my psychology class. I'm really glad that I got so lucky and got this great instructor. I can tell that she respects me and the effort that I put into the class, which means a lot to me.
One of the biggest things that has been bugging me today is a response I got to an e-mail I sent. First, some back-story. Yesterday, the Gay Straight Alliance (GSA) was supposed to have a Valentine's Day flower and candy sale. I set up a deal with a woman who Student Government had worked with for flowers in the past, and it seemed like it would really work out. Well, to make a long story short, she showed up an hour plus late because she screwed up our delivery date despite the fact that I confirmed the right date with her. I still have her confirmation e-mail. The worst was that she was a total bitch about it. Hands down, total bitch.
So, because of my frustration at her lack of professional ability, I wrote an e-mail about how upset I was. Now, I'm smart enough to know that I'm emotional, so I sent it to John, Student Government's advisor and the supervisor of the Student Activities department which oversees the GSA, for review. The e-mail I got back which was, first of all, not even from John, but rather, a student worker in his office critiqued what I had to say. What the student worker said, basically, was that I should disregard this total insult and bad business, inform her we were disappointed, and get over it.
Honestly, I can't stand behind that idea. I'm not going to kick business to a woman who can't even be respectful to members of the two organizations of which I am an executive member. Moreover, I'm not okay with just letting her trample over us when it was HER mistake. She told the president of the GSA when he called, "This isn't our fault, you know. This is not our fault." Well, sorry, Bitch, but since I still have the e-mail in which you told me that you would deliver on the morning of the 11th, I'm pretty sure that, yes, it is your fault. Jerk. The main argument I got was that we might want to do business with them in the future. I have to say, as long as I'm a member of Student Government and the GSA, neither of those organizations will ever work with her again. She can forget the profits that she almost made on Student Government's graduation flower sale. (And, let me just say, at $2.50 a rose and an order that would have probably consisted of at least 1000, you're fucking yourself, babe.)
Two good things did happen, however. For one, Student Government did get a response on an issue we recently petitioned the administration to fix. It will be taken care of some time this Spring. Being that this is an issue we have been trying to call attention to for at least three semesters, I am pleased with my results. Secondly, the wonderful men at the Holland area Tireman balanced my tires for free. They also noticed that one of my tie rods had too much play in it and, as it was still under warranty, they will be replacing it for me for free. Let me just say, they didn't have to tell me it was under warranty because, frankly, I wouldn't have known. I have never had trouble with these guys, and they almost always go above and beyond for me. I am continually amazed at their stellar service.
I guess the thing that bothered me most was the e-mail, but the rest of the day wasn't exactly stellar either. Maybe it's just because I'm tired. Maybe winter is getting to me. I need some warmth. I need this crappy cold weather to stop drying the living hell out of my skin--seriously, it hurts. I need sleep. I need a good cry. I need money. I need a bevy of things that probably still wouldn't make me feel better. Hormones are such a bitch. Do I really have to get out of bed for another day?
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