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The cold is getting better. I can breathe out of both sides of my nose, at least. I still feel like most of my time at work would be better spent at home asleep, though.

Here's the rant I promised last time, with extensions due to stuff that happened today.

I hate alumni. I really hate alumni with offspring who apply to this program. On Tuesday I got sent out to obtain a money order for the application fee for the daughter of a visiting alumnus. And she can't go to the post office herself and get a money order why, again? So I come back, with the money order, and put it in with the application, and wonder whether I should just bring it up to the Admissions office myself, or wait for my boss to tell me to do it, which he indubitably will. I decide to wait, because at that point it's lunchtime anyway. Halfway through my sandwich, he asks me if I've brought the application upstairs yet.

So why, exactly, is this woman incapable of bringing it upstairs herself? Because she's the daughter of an alumnus and therefore she's more important than I am. So I bring the application upstairs (AFTER finishing my sandwich, thank you), and sit here muttering about cronyism.

Today, I get, "Can you go upstairs get application?" Mind you, the Admissions office has had the thing for a day and a half and is up to its ears in applications for the ENTIRE dental school, not just this department, and I know they're going to be less than entirely pleased about this. I tell my boss they might not have processed it yet, and he says "Can you go get?", meaning he doesn't care what the Admissions office policy is; he wants what he wants when he wants it. So I go upstairs, tell the Admissions office he wants the application I gave them two days ago, get the snarky comment I knew I was going to get, get back downstairs, haven't put the folder down yet, and my boss says "Did you get?" No, what's in my hand is a live alligator, not an application folder. GRRRR. (And yes, he really does talk like that.)

You'd think after four years of this job, I'd know by now that pond scum with a dental degree would be more important than I am. (OK, if I ever encountered pond scum with a dental degree, I'd be impressed, but that's beside the point.)

I need to make a shopping list. I'm making Italian chicken soup for this weekend and I don't have anything to make meatballs with. (Yes, it's got meatballs in it. It's also got spinach and eggs in it. Good stuff, although I haven't made it in ages.) It's also one of those soups that's better the second day, so I'm making it on Friday night for eating Saturday afternoon. I leave you with a thought from Wallace Tripp:

Some friend must now, perforce,
Go forth and bid my boy
To saddle me my wooden horse,
For I mean to conquer Troy.