GRAH AARGH URGH

[baratron]

I've reached new and exciting levels of wanting to kill someone (or at least, since I'm not terribly violent in real life, wanting to stab a cardboard cut-out of them repeatedly in the head with a fork). Actually, I have two different sources of stress right now:

1) my father, who is being A Git about the wedding plans (much more later).

2) the Graduate Committee at College, who seem to have decided that I'm "too disabled" to do the project I am supposed to be doing. Don't even ask right now, I have to keep enough spoons for the inevitable SHOUTING that is going to occur.

Comments

[emperor]

2) OMGWTF! :-(

[baratron.livejournal.com]

Yes - they called me into one meeting, and my supervisor into another. They are apparently refusing to speak to me and my supervisor at the same time, which is:
a) fucking stupid
b) making me somewhat paranoid.

Shit will hit the fan at approximately 4pm today, when I go to the Disability Office.

[emperor]

That's ... actually, I'm not sure I can find any printable words. I'm so sorry :(

[baratron.livejournal.com]

P.S. They didn't say "too disabled", or I would be in there killing people right now. They said "they are worried that project plan as it stands isn't feasible without extensive lab refurbishment". But it amounts to the same thing.

[barakta]

Having met your disability advisor and liked him hugely I would not want to be in "their" shoes when he points out in just how many ways they are WRONG and made of UTTER FAIL!

Feel free to let me know if I can support you at all.

[karen2205]

*offers spoons* Hope the disability office are good and useful and explain things in words of one syllable to the graduate committee.