With abject apologies to my boss. . .
-Arrive at work before 8 a.m.
-Do actual work for 1 hour
-Talk to one of the researchers about pseudo-despotic regime programs~15 minutes. Tells me I should apply to pseudo-despotic regime programs, because they are much easier to get into than despotic regime programs.
-11:00: take a "short" break to fill out a gazillion transcript request forms (one for each of the 5 schools I attended times a gazillion programs I'm applying to).
-12:00-I'm still filling out damn forms; decide that I need to get this done and figure I'll either make up the time later today or take PTO for the time I didn't work.
-at some point, I do some real work for a short time
-2:00-I walk over to the registrar's office to hand deliver my own school's transcript requests.
-2:03-I arrive and find out that the office is closed for Thanksgiving holiday and nearly have a breakdown.
2:03 and 30 seconds-A wonderfully sympathetic staff must've seen how dejected I looked and opens the door; I explain that Princeton's despotic regime program needs transcripts by 1 December and start pleading with them. They agree to process my request.
I am eternally grateful. Beyond words.
2:05 woman behind counter starts processing my request for 12 separate orders. She says she'll do this while I wait, since some of the instructions are a bit involved. Thinking I can watch her and make sure she gets all of this right, I stick around.
3:05 An hour has passed and she has processed just four out of the 12 I need. I tell her that I need to run and ask her to process just the ones that are sent to me.
3:15 I'm still waiting for my 6 transcripts.
Meanwhile, I ask her to fill out one of the forms that is supposed to accompany one of the transcripts. She tells me she can't fill out the form, b/c my school doesn't issue class ranks. I ask her if she can just indicate that on the form and fill out the form anyway.
3:20 Still going back and forth; still waiting for the 6 transcripts; I'm losing patience and cursing myself for not bringing my linear algebra book with me.
3:30 Back at my office. Eat lunch while reading about deficits. Do some real work again for a while.
4:30 Decide to walk to my car and drive it closer, since I expect to be here late.
5:00ish-back at my office.
5:15 or so--am interrupted by an email from my dad who tells me that the institution where I did my junior year abroad 1)will not take transcript requests unless a)I show up in person, or b)I mail them a form. He claims they won't accept faxes. Incredulous, I look up the info, and sure enough, he is right.
5:30 Make a frantic call to the transcripts office in Tokyo and explain to the person that I wasn't aware of this new protocol; that I've ordered transcripts via my parents many times before, and explain that I need one of the transcripts sent by 1 December, so I wouldn't be able to mail the request to them on time.
Gracious person on the other side tells me that if I enclose a photo ID, sign it, etc., I can fax it, and then mail the forms later.
6:15 I finish filling out forms, writing a fax half in Japanese and half in English, typing out detailed instructions. I fax.
7:00 I get a confirmation slip telling me my fax didn't go through. I try again.
7:30 Fax finally gets through. I call to confirm that they received it. Marvel at how I've been here for 11 hours, of which I might've done 1-2 total hour of work. I try to get some work done.
8:00 Decide this is futile and head to car, planning to go to gym.
8:05 Decide I'm too tired/hungry to go to gym and head home.
8:35 Finally home, wondering how the hell it took 12 hours just to process transcript requests. (Granted, it was a lot of transcripts (close to 100 total) and I had to fill out a form for almost every single damn one, but still. . ..)
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Is linear algebra necessary for Despotic Regime study?
Machiavelli seems more pertinent. Or perhaps de Toqueville, depending on who you ask.
For some odd reason, they want a lot of math. I can see the applied stuff but this theoretical stuff. . . In fact, if I don't get in anywhere, it will be because of my lack of math.
Hmm. Maybe just try saying "Golden Section" and "Fibonacci Sequence" over and over again. It works in music, sometimes.
And in Dan Brown's novels, sometimes.
Ouch! I was being serious.
Hello? Tresidder?
Sorry. I've just been crazy swamped. Are you at Stanford now? We should meet up sometime.
Come back, anzu!
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