I always find myself rooting for the hackers.
Sorry it's been a while since I rapped at ya.
Recently people (students) have been coming up to me and stating their problems. And then a magical thing happens: it becomes my problem. I get at least 3 new class-related problems per day (and not excluding evenings or weekends; problem at 11:30 at night? please! call my home!). Death, wicked computers, wicked printers, wicked alarm clocks, wicked roomates, wicked cars, chemistry exams, wicked fraternity brothers, and busy schedules have suddenly all become my problem. Every time I check my e-mail, I have a new problem.
My response to this has been "problem judo," a complicated, tricky maneuver that involves me blocking and parrying with my own problems. Had to e-mail me your paper instead of handing me a hard copy? Sorry, I don't have a printer, better get me a hard copy tomorrow. (I really don't, at least not one that works.) Had to miss class and want to make up the work? Sorry, I'm too busy and unorganized to conduct a private class for you and let you do whatever activity you missed. (Also true.) Want to revise that paper? Sorry, I would rather throw myself out a window than read it again. (Probably when it comes down to it, not exactly true, but it feels so very true right now.)
This is all very tiring.
Did it suddenly get harder to show up for class? Or bring your fucking book with you? Do cell phones have off buttons? Am I missing something?
This morning when I got to work at the pharmacy, I learned that a maniac (sorry, customer) was threatening to "harm" the people at the pharmacy (i.e. us) if he didn't get his pills. Pharmacies are interesting places to work, because so much responsibility for what happens in the pharmacy lies outside, with doctors and with insurance companies. Doctors decide what, how much, when, and insurance companies decide when, and how much it costs. While this can be a nice way out of sticky situations for the pharmacy ("sorry, your insurance company says you can't get this refilled until Monday," or "sorry, your doctor has to see you before she'll refill this") it can also be dangerous. For some of the heavily medicated maniacs lack the nuanced thought required for these explanations and JUST WANT THEIR GODDAMNED PILLS RIGHT NOW and when a petite female pharmacist tells them no, not until she talks to your doctor, this is apparently difficult to understand.
Sorry it's been a while since I rapped at ya.
Recently people (students) have been coming up to me and stating their problems. And then a magical thing happens: it becomes my problem. I get at least 3 new class-related problems per day (and not excluding evenings or weekends; problem at 11:30 at night? please! call my home!). Death, wicked computers, wicked printers, wicked alarm clocks, wicked roomates, wicked cars, chemistry exams, wicked fraternity brothers, and busy schedules have suddenly all become my problem. Every time I check my e-mail, I have a new problem.
My response to this has been "problem judo," a complicated, tricky maneuver that involves me blocking and parrying with my own problems. Had to e-mail me your paper instead of handing me a hard copy? Sorry, I don't have a printer, better get me a hard copy tomorrow. (I really don't, at least not one that works.) Had to miss class and want to make up the work? Sorry, I'm too busy and unorganized to conduct a private class for you and let you do whatever activity you missed. (Also true.) Want to revise that paper? Sorry, I would rather throw myself out a window than read it again. (Probably when it comes down to it, not exactly true, but it feels so very true right now.)
This is all very tiring.
Did it suddenly get harder to show up for class? Or bring your fucking book with you? Do cell phones have off buttons? Am I missing something?
This morning when I got to work at the pharmacy, I learned that a maniac (sorry, customer) was threatening to "harm" the people at the pharmacy (i.e. us) if he didn't get his pills. Pharmacies are interesting places to work, because so much responsibility for what happens in the pharmacy lies outside, with doctors and with insurance companies. Doctors decide what, how much, when, and insurance companies decide when, and how much it costs. While this can be a nice way out of sticky situations for the pharmacy ("sorry, your insurance company says you can't get this refilled until Monday," or "sorry, your doctor has to see you before she'll refill this") it can also be dangerous. For some of the heavily medicated maniacs lack the nuanced thought required for these explanations and JUST WANT THEIR GODDAMNED PILLS RIGHT NOW and when a petite female pharmacist tells them no, not until she talks to your doctor, this is apparently difficult to understand.
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