stillane | So that's why it's called 'going postal'.

I have not committed homicide today.

This is worthy of note. No, really. You see, I got up exceptionally early to run an errand, and then went back to sleep, and when I woke again it was to find an email waiting for me. This missive was from my third thesis committee member, stating very politely that she had not yet actually received her copy, and as the defense is on Monday, could I please email her a version.

The same thesis that was sent via intercampus mail about a week ago.

Yeah. Bet you all didn't know I knew words like that, huh?

Long story short, campus mail kept picking it up, deciding they didn't know what to do with it, and dropping it back off at our bio office, where they circled the appropriate destination and stopped just short of attaching a map. This vicious cycle continued for days. Only no one told me. I walked into the office to find it in exactly the same position I'd left it. Also, it's been raining all day and then some, so about noon I looked like a really, really pissed-off drowned rat with hair the size of Texas and that crazed, panicked look to the eyes that speaks of small-scale armageddon. Thus ensued the mad dash to the committee member's office at the other campus - and

greyer, I so incredibly owe you one for that - and eventually it all got sorted out. With the bonus application of fudge and gummi frogs, which make everything better. Whew.

Crisis averted. I need a nap.

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Our internal mail has lost my thesis confirmation three times so far. I finally just gave in and walked over to the faculty and dumped it on the desk. Still, one of my friends just found out today (four months later) that the regular mail system managed to lose her application for a scholarship, and that would be why she hadn't heard if she had gotten it.

Smash a plate or something, there is no way to handle the Byzantine structure of university bureaucracy. Well unless you are Yoda.

Ah, but jedi am I, see you.

I've decided there's a mail conspiracy. They're out to disrupt the educational advancement of us all. Who needs black helicopters when you've got postal incompitence?

Huh. I hadn't thought of going distructive on inanimate objects, believe it or not. This deserves some consideration. I'm toying with the idea of burning various things - *cough* early drafts *cough* - in effigy once this graduating thing is in the bag.

Listen to the force Luke...

That is it, the cunning plan! Carefully disguised as admin, but truly a plan to subvert the future of the world by ruining education through ninja like bureaucratic warfare. Only someone truly determined to be destructive could be that incompetent. *nod*

There is a long, hallowed tradition in my household (it started a year ago) of burning in a bonfire all unwanted drafts and comments. Prefably this should be done at midnight with some sort of wild orgy going on, but hey. Midday and a box of matches works for me too. In the meantime, I do recommend breaking inanimate objects. Oddly satisfying and they don't try and sue you... :P

So that's why it's called 'going postal'.

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