Oh. My. God.
Apr. 24th, 2006 06:24 pmI am so fucking irritated right now.
The motherfucking rules for use of the printer in the lab have been posted for nine fucking months. Don't you fucking stand there, talk to your little ditzy friend about "needing" fifty copies of some stupid-ass flyer, and then give me a look of contempt and disgust when I point out that, per the rules approved by the housing office, THE MOTHERFUCKING PRINTER IS NOT A FUCKING PHOTOCOPIER.
It is finals week. This means that everyone and their brother is printing out an entire semester's worth of powerpoint presentations and notes. This in turn means that we're going through like five reams of paper in seven hours every day.
AND THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU USE MY PRINTER AS A PHOTOCOPIER, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR LITTLE FRESHMAN FUCKING ASS OUT OF MY LAB IF YOU EVER DO THIS AGAIN.
I should have canceled her job. After the look that little bitch gave me, I should have hit cancel on the printer, asked her to read the posted rules out loud to me, and then banned her from the lab.
I fucking hate girls and finals week and freshman.
And FWIW I'm a girl, so this isn't sexism - it's just the truth.
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Date: 2006-04-24 10:36 pm (UTC)At very least they should charge for copies, like 10ยข each
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Date: 2006-04-24 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-24 10:57 pm (UTC)Pissed off for you!
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Date: 2006-04-24 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-24 11:02 pm (UTC):(
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Date: 2006-04-25 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 04:43 pm (UTC)Oh well. :\
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Date: 2006-04-24 11:10 pm (UTC)'Cause, you know, I totally want you to spill your Big Gulp Pepsi all over the brand-new keyboard sitting in front of you.
Jackasses.
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Date: 2006-04-28 10:53 am (UTC)"Please excuse the interruption, all lab users. You all know that no food is allowed in the lab, and WHY no food is allowed in the lab. Now Bob here has decided that he's special. HE can drip grease and cola all over equipment that YOU will be using in days to come. As per regulations, therefore, I have no choice but to cut power to the ENTIRE lab... unless Bob and his dinner are gone from my sight by the time I count twenty."
(Turn around, walk away slowly, counting "Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen...")
*muffled sounds of background vigilante justice*
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Date: 2006-04-25 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 01:54 am (UTC)A+ icon to you, too - can I
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Date: 2006-04-25 07:20 am (UTC)