Sibling Rivalry Is A Scream

, , , , | Related | September 1, 2017

My family lives in an apartment, at the unit at the end of the corridor. The lift (elevator), though, is around the corner. My brother and I are close in age, and tend to try to scare each other by hiding around the corner where the lift is.

One day, I successfully scared my brother. He vowed revenge and I tried to be extra careful the next times I went out. A couple days later, my brother and I had to go out together. He went off first while I stayed to lock the gate.

As I was locking the gate, my (elderly) neighbour came out and started towards the lift. I tried to hurry and intercept her, but I didn’t make it in time. I got to the corner in time to see my brother jumping out and screaming “AHHHH!” thinking that that was me. My neighbour, in turn, gave as good as she got, and screamed loudly before whacking at my brother with her cane.

Of course, my brother blamed me for not warning him. I dined on that incident for weeks.

A Cancer On The Faculty

, , , | Learning | September 1, 2017

I am currently attending university. Sadly, I am also suffering from ovarian cancer. I have been on chemotherapy over the last semester, and have always missed every other Wednesday of class, as that is my treatment day. My last tutor was always very considerate about this, and (in private) made my lecturers aware of the situation. She retired at the end of last semester, and I was allocated another tutor. He was made fully aware of my situation, and I had a sit-down with him before the semester began. He, however, wasn’t the most considerate, and repeatedly lambasted me every Wednesday class I do not attend. He ignored my emails reiterating the reason, and became more and more irate.

This was a treatment day, and I was sitting in the hospital being fed poison, when an email popped up on my phone from said tutor. The mailing list included all of the department faculty, including the dean. It said that I had missed my morning lecture “yet again” and that he would be seeking my removal from the course if “I [could not] find an adequate and verifiable reason for my failing attendance.” He requested a meeting with me and the dean on my next treatment day, stressing that if I failed to attend, the dean would have no other choice but to remove me. As I was reading the email, another one came through from the dean confirming everything that was said (the dean was not made aware of my treatments).

I was feeling pretty crap at this point, and I lost my patience. I saw there were other emails coming in from my lecturers, but I decided to “reply all” to the first email. I got my nurse to take a picture of me and I sent it through along with, “IS THIS A GOOD ENOUGH REASON?”

All the email chatter stopped, and I got on my with miserable day, making sure that I would be seeing my tutor the next day. When I came in, several of my lecturers found me and gave me a big hug before following me to my tutor’s office. It was locked, but I saw him inside. I knocked, but the second he turned around and noticed me, he blushed and turned back to his desk, ignoring me. We went to the dean, but she refused to see me.

Nothing much has happened since. I have a tutor who ignores me, but now isn’t doing anything else to make my life more difficult. One of my lecturers has offered to be my tutor until everything is sorted out. Thankfully, my treatment is going better than expected. Next year though, my tutor is expected to review and grade my final dissertation. I just hope everything will be sorted out by then.

Karma Can Make Change

, , , , , , | Working | September 1, 2017

I’m the customer in this story. I frequently stopped at a popular fast food place very early in the morning for coffee on my way to work. I guess this was about the time that the night shift was ending/shift change. Every single morning I paid with bills; no debit at this establishment. The same woman working the drive through window gave me back a ton of small change (dimes, nickels, and pennies) EVERY SINGLE TIME, and refused to give me larger change when I asked.

At one point, I decided to go into the restaurant and ask why this was happening every morning, and I saw the woman taking her cash tray to the back to count it, and presumably clock out.

I asked the man behind the counter about it, and he kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, sorry about that. She likes to get rid of all her change so that it’s faster for her to get out of here at the end of her shift. I can trade that change for you if you like. You’re not the only person I’ve had to do this for.” I told him not to worry about it, and left.

I waited until the end of the week (right before a long weekend), and I decided to go through the drive through again, this time treating my coworkers to coffee and donuts, as well as purchasing a $50 gift card, for a total around $70. As it was so early in the morning, there were never customers in line behind me.

When I pulled up to the cash window, there was the woman who always gave me the small change. She told me the total and I handed her a large plastic bag of small change ($80). She looked pissed and said that she didn’t have to accept it. The manager heard her yelling and came over. He told me that they had a policy against accepting so much change.

I explained the situation to him, he turned around, and I could hear him talking with another employee. I heard the employee tell him she was sick of people coming in and asking to have their change traded, and that it happened all the time.

The manager asked me to pull ahead to the designated waiting spot while she counted my change out. I could see how furious she was, but she wouldn’t make eye contact.

Suffice it to say, she never gave me $18 worth of small change again.

Everyone Will Be Graded Very “High”

, , , , | Learning | September 1, 2017

I took several lecture courses in college, some of which were with a professor with serious health problems. During one of these courses, he was diagnosed with kidney stones, and was prescribed some very POTENT painkillers before his scheduled surgery, because kidney stones hurt like h***.

Unfortunately, they muddled his judgement, in addition to suppressing the pain. So, he proceeded to come to campus anyway, and delivered the most unintelligible lecture in the history of the English language, complete with PowerPoint slides.

Thankfully, once the stones were gone, his lectures returned to their normal, pre-opioid state.

And yes, I passed. (Pun intended.)

Microwave Goodbye To Normal Cooking Behavior

, , , , , | Related | August 31, 2017

When my little sister was around ten years old, she had a hard time judging how long to put things in the microwave, so she would press “9999, start” and check it every so often. One day I came home from school to find the kitchen filled with smoke, a burrito-shaped piece of charcoal in the microwave, and my mother chastising my crying sister.

Fast forward to my sister’s wedding: I was giving my speech and I brought up the story to tease her a little bit. Halfway through my story, my sister’s new hubby started crying as he was laughing so hard, not because my story was so funny, but because he now understood her weird microwave tic.

He shared with the whole reception that she only uses the +30 second button, checking the food in between each… even if it needs five minutes in the microwave.

Apparently, she is afraid she will charcoal-ify everything.

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