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Mar. 4th, 2005 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeesnob318I'm at the end. I don't think I can work at my school in Dallas anymore after this semester is finished.
Before I begin, I want to say that I do like this school. It's incredibly well-organized (most of the time - see rant below), and I love-love-love the majority of the people there. They go out of their way to be helpful.
Others, however, whom I do not work so closely with *cough*media*cough* are high maintenance bastards who will not even turn around to be helpful. I called today to reserve a smartcart (their fun little name for laptop and projector) for next week, as students will be giving presentations and they can't use powerpoint without it. "We don't have you on file with those who've completed the smartcart training with Brian."
First - if someone who teaches and regularly uses powerpoint as a visual aid does not know how to use the smartcart, even without training, perhaps teaching college isn't for him/her.
Second - their records are wrong. I sat through forty minutes with Brian (who would be attractive if he'd grow a sense of humor) and four of my colleagues who can all testify that I was there (probably don't have them "on file" either, though) in the tiny, tiny room in the back of the media dungeon. Forty minutes of pain. Forty minutes of tedious torture. Forty minutes of my life that I will never get back. Did he really need forty minutes to tell us the very simple processes of turning the machines on and off?
Third - I've never had any difficulties before with checking the equipment out. Emory usually even brought it to the room for me. But this semester, apparently one has to be on file. I wonder what one has to do (and to whom) to get on file.
Fourth - she wouldn't even let me speak to anyone else. Not even Brian, who could have been helpful, as he is sure to remember the agonizing ordeal of trying to teach a group of speech teachers something that your average monkey could do. He did handle our heckling rather well, once he was certain that we meant no harm.
It didn't help that this conversation took place on my cell phone as I was, once again, stuck in traffic on my way to the school. It seems that I spend half of my waking hours stuck in traffic to Dallas. I could work another job in the time that I spend on the road. I didn't even make it to the school - I had to call and cancel my class today because, although I had left home at 12:00 for what is usually a 35-minute drive at that time of the day, there I was, sitting 20 miles from where I started, at 1:15. What sane person would do that?!
Although I have lost roughly 15 pounds in the year and a half that I've been there, my blood pressure has risen from the stress that it has caused me.
Must. Work. In. Denton.
*breathes*
Maybe I'll change my mind once I calm down. Oh wait. I have calmed down. That was over two hours ago. *checks* Nope. Still feel the same.
*sighs*
On a brigher note - the weekend! Yay! I'm going to a Mary Kay party tomorrow night. We're going the whole nine yards - pedicures, manicures, facials - the works. I'm really needing it.
Now I shall go start my weekend with a beer and a re-run of Gilmore Girls on ABC Family.
Before I begin, I want to say that I do like this school. It's incredibly well-organized (most of the time - see rant below), and I love-love-love the majority of the people there. They go out of their way to be helpful.
Others, however, whom I do not work so closely with *cough*media*cough* are high maintenance bastards who will not even turn around to be helpful. I called today to reserve a smartcart (their fun little name for laptop and projector) for next week, as students will be giving presentations and they can't use powerpoint without it. "We don't have you on file with those who've completed the smartcart training with Brian."
First - if someone who teaches and regularly uses powerpoint as a visual aid does not know how to use the smartcart, even without training, perhaps teaching college isn't for him/her.
Second - their records are wrong. I sat through forty minutes with Brian (who would be attractive if he'd grow a sense of humor) and four of my colleagues who can all testify that I was there (probably don't have them "on file" either, though) in the tiny, tiny room in the back of the media dungeon. Forty minutes of pain. Forty minutes of tedious torture. Forty minutes of my life that I will never get back. Did he really need forty minutes to tell us the very simple processes of turning the machines on and off?
Third - I've never had any difficulties before with checking the equipment out. Emory usually even brought it to the room for me. But this semester, apparently one has to be on file. I wonder what one has to do (and to whom) to get on file.
Fourth - she wouldn't even let me speak to anyone else. Not even Brian, who could have been helpful, as he is sure to remember the agonizing ordeal of trying to teach a group of speech teachers something that your average monkey could do. He did handle our heckling rather well, once he was certain that we meant no harm.
It didn't help that this conversation took place on my cell phone as I was, once again, stuck in traffic on my way to the school. It seems that I spend half of my waking hours stuck in traffic to Dallas. I could work another job in the time that I spend on the road. I didn't even make it to the school - I had to call and cancel my class today because, although I had left home at 12:00 for what is usually a 35-minute drive at that time of the day, there I was, sitting 20 miles from where I started, at 1:15. What sane person would do that?!
Although I have lost roughly 15 pounds in the year and a half that I've been there, my blood pressure has risen from the stress that it has caused me.
Must. Work. In. Denton.
*breathes*
Maybe I'll change my mind once I calm down. Oh wait. I have calmed down. That was over two hours ago. *checks* Nope. Still feel the same.
*sighs*
On a brigher note - the weekend! Yay! I'm going to a Mary Kay party tomorrow night. We're going the whole nine yards - pedicures, manicures, facials - the works. I'm really needing it.
Now I shall go start my weekend with a beer and a re-run of Gilmore Girls on ABC Family.
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Date: 2005-03-04 10:26 pm (UTC)have a very very great weekend, hun! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-04 11:44 pm (UTC)g
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Date: 2005-03-07 05:39 pm (UTC)All of you just need to move here. :)
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:23 pm (UTC):(
Date: 2005-03-05 12:43 am (UTC)I don't know if I do it right but I need some training :D
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Date: 2005-03-07 05:40 pm (UTC)I'm sure you can at least turn on the machine. Anyone who can make it to livejournal to comment could turn on the machine, which is basically all the training really covered.
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Date: 2005-03-05 07:27 pm (UTC){{hugs}}
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