vw, when I was waiting for my academic references, I had to call and visit one of them about six times. Eventually the secretary where I was applying just phoned him for a verbal reference. Lesson: the secretary where you're applying has to deal with academics and their whimsical approach to paperwork too.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lesson: the secretary where you're applying has to deal with academics and their whimsical approach to paperwork too.
Actually, I'll go further than that: IME, a good department secretary is the only person on earth who can manage a certain breed of academic, and is thus a certifiable genius.
I have three exams next week. How did that happen??
(((Trudy))), I'm so very sorry.
xposted with natter:
If you never thought Back to the Future could be slashed, well, you were wrong. Really funny movie trailer spoof of BBM.
I've never drunk dialled. But judging from my inbox, I have e-mailed under the influence of medication. They need to write that on the bottles.
Oh, I've drunk-dialed A LOT. But I think my percocet-induced phone calls (some of which were to y'all) were a LOT funnier.
I'm sorry for your loss, Trudy.
I don't get drunk by myself, so that's probably why I have never drunk dialed. The worst, though, is answering the phone on Ambien. I can force myself away from the computer, but I will still answer the damned phone and sound like a crazy person.
I've done something extremely stupid and it's a big stupid mistake. I'm at this weird state where I'm freaking out and I have to tell my parents about this (unless I lie and lying is partly what got me in trouble). If I lived further away or if I had money to take care this I wouldn't have to tell them, but I'm not totally freaking out panicking. I want to curl up in a hole and wish this never happened.
I've called my therapist. This might sound really bad, but part of me wishes I would fall to pieces enough so I can go to the hospital and deal with falling apart rather than this. But I don't need that. It's just running away and avoidance (again, what got me into this problem).