It's days like today...
Dec. 5th, 2005 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddogI once knew an odd teacher back in middle school. I've known quite a few strange teachers in my time, but this one stood out.
Anyway, when I was having a mental breakdown back in my preteens (of which there were many), she once pulled me aside and told me that people sucked. Not the most ideal message in the world, but the one that made the most sense at the time. Her point was that she got sick of the average Canadian world, so she flew over and lived and taught in Africa for several years. There she had to live and work on her own with no outside help, nor did she want offers or handouts from other people.
I generally tend to like people, but when mess builds upon mess, like what's happening with the client project, you reach the point when you never want to see another person you work with AGAIN. Mostly because the members are too stunned to book a meeting with their prof (and expect you to book it for some strange reason) and so your meeting gets cancelled and moved. Repeatedly. And then you have to explain to your own prof why you have to eat up his free time like this.
I'm never going to be able to go Christmas shopping at this rate!
Anyway, when I was having a mental breakdown back in my preteens (of which there were many), she once pulled me aside and told me that people sucked. Not the most ideal message in the world, but the one that made the most sense at the time. Her point was that she got sick of the average Canadian world, so she flew over and lived and taught in Africa for several years. There she had to live and work on her own with no outside help, nor did she want offers or handouts from other people.
I generally tend to like people, but when mess builds upon mess, like what's happening with the client project, you reach the point when you never want to see another person you work with AGAIN. Mostly because the members are too stunned to book a meeting with their prof (and expect you to book it for some strange reason) and so your meeting gets cancelled and moved. Repeatedly. And then you have to explain to your own prof why you have to eat up his free time like this.
I'm never going to be able to go Christmas shopping at this rate!
