A Useless Upset
I had an outburst of fury yesterday. Something upset me that made me let out a steam of anger towards an innocent bystander. It made me understand of what I'm capable of doing. Let me share exactly what happened.
I was at school for registration and advisement. That never really goes too well. Nothing is ever perfect especially in school matters. They make you run around like an idiot, pointing you to different places. I should already know how these things work. I've transferred schools a billion times and I still can't get used to the process.
The staff pointed me to go to Room 1 to clear my transcript. I don't understand why I have to clear it when the previous college I went to sent it over already. Twice, as a matter of fact. Yet, they still wanted me to get it cleared. So I did what I was told. I went to Room 1 and told the person there the same thing I've told everyone: It was sent twice in the past two weeks. She didn't clear me. She just told me she doesn't know what to do with me & asked me to sit down. WTF, right?
I did what I was told anyways. I sat down and waited for further instructions. 20 minutes later, I was told to go to Room 2 for advisement. This is where it gets quite redundant. I really hate having to repeat myself over & over again. In room 2, the advisor said to me that they don't have my grades from the other college. I told her again the situation: My transcript has been sent twice in the past two weeks. She referred me to Room 3 to get my grades uploaded into the system. Before I could get into Room 3 I had to sign in. They have this system where you sign in the lobby & a counselor comes out to call you. Its a pretty decent system. It works but when you're in the middle of advisement and don't have all the time in the world to wait in line, it becomes an issue. The line really wasn't that long. There may have been 10 or 11 people in front of me but the service is way slow. It reminded me of waiting at Jollibee NYC. I spoke to the receptionist in Room 3 and told her my situation. I explained to her (again) that my transcript was sent twice and the advisor sent me there to get my grades uploaded. She insisted that I wait in line to speak to a counselor. I told her I didn't have time to wait in that long line. She still insisted that I should wait in line just like everyone else, even if it means missing my advisement. She wasn't nice to me. I felt a bit of warm blood rush into my face, my heart pounded faster & faster, and my mind irritated. I let out a steam and raised my voice at the poor receptionist. I stormed out of the room, mumbling to myself, completely annoyed at how she treated me, and afraid that I might miss advisement. I was really frustrated I couldn't think straight. The thoughts in my head were full of nasty curses. It wasn't pleasant.
All that energy I put into being upset didn't do me any good. I still waited in line just like everyone else. I still had to explain to the counselor in Room 3 my situation, that the college sent over my transcript twice.
I calmed down when I was in that line waiting to sign in. I fought those nasty thoughts in my head. I really had better things to worry about than the unrefined treatment I received from the receptionist or the repetitious explanations or the running around. It was useless getting so worked up over something I had no control over because in the end, I still did what they asked me to do. The moment I calm myself down, things started falling into its place and the next thing I know, I was registered for school.
I was at school for registration and advisement. That never really goes too well. Nothing is ever perfect especially in school matters. They make you run around like an idiot, pointing you to different places. I should already know how these things work. I've transferred schools a billion times and I still can't get used to the process.
The staff pointed me to go to Room 1 to clear my transcript. I don't understand why I have to clear it when the previous college I went to sent it over already. Twice, as a matter of fact. Yet, they still wanted me to get it cleared. So I did what I was told. I went to Room 1 and told the person there the same thing I've told everyone: It was sent twice in the past two weeks. She didn't clear me. She just told me she doesn't know what to do with me & asked me to sit down. WTF, right?
I did what I was told anyways. I sat down and waited for further instructions. 20 minutes later, I was told to go to Room 2 for advisement. This is where it gets quite redundant. I really hate having to repeat myself over & over again. In room 2, the advisor said to me that they don't have my grades from the other college. I told her again the situation: My transcript has been sent twice in the past two weeks. She referred me to Room 3 to get my grades uploaded into the system. Before I could get into Room 3 I had to sign in. They have this system where you sign in the lobby & a counselor comes out to call you. Its a pretty decent system. It works but when you're in the middle of advisement and don't have all the time in the world to wait in line, it becomes an issue. The line really wasn't that long. There may have been 10 or 11 people in front of me but the service is way slow. It reminded me of waiting at Jollibee NYC. I spoke to the receptionist in Room 3 and told her my situation. I explained to her (again) that my transcript was sent twice and the advisor sent me there to get my grades uploaded. She insisted that I wait in line to speak to a counselor. I told her I didn't have time to wait in that long line. She still insisted that I should wait in line just like everyone else, even if it means missing my advisement. She wasn't nice to me. I felt a bit of warm blood rush into my face, my heart pounded faster & faster, and my mind irritated. I let out a steam and raised my voice at the poor receptionist. I stormed out of the room, mumbling to myself, completely annoyed at how she treated me, and afraid that I might miss advisement. I was really frustrated I couldn't think straight. The thoughts in my head were full of nasty curses. It wasn't pleasant.
All that energy I put into being upset didn't do me any good. I still waited in line just like everyone else. I still had to explain to the counselor in Room 3 my situation, that the college sent over my transcript twice.
I calmed down when I was in that line waiting to sign in. I fought those nasty thoughts in my head. I really had better things to worry about than the unrefined treatment I received from the receptionist or the repetitious explanations or the running around. It was useless getting so worked up over something I had no control over because in the end, I still did what they asked me to do. The moment I calm myself down, things started falling into its place and the next thing I know, I was registered for school.
Wowsers what a day!
ReplyDeletePersonally I try to avoid getting too upset....it's such wasted energy.
But, after reading about your day, I'm pretty sure I would have blew the roof....
Glad it all worked out in the end.
You're registered!!!
i hate wasting time. some people can't understand that. some can - and these are the self-employed people.
ReplyDeletehappy weekend! =)
i'd be frustrated if i were in your situation too. especially being passed around from room to room and being told to wait or do the same thing like multiple times.
ReplyDeleteregistering for school can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. i'm glad it all worked out for you by the end of the day. it's a good thing you're now registered. :)
about eyebrows (from my comment box.). haha... hmm... yours look nice to me. :) yeah, i agree. getting them done is quite pricey, so yeah...i just stick with plucking. i would try threading them myself, but it looks kinda hard to learn.