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Mar. 23rd, 2016 02:39 pmPfeh.
Last night I wasted half a pound of butter and almost three pounds of Meyer lemons on "lemon bars" that turned out as "lemon-flavored rubber on top of barely-cooked shortbread burned at the edges". Stupid oven.
Today I discovered that when I reserved the medical simulator room in January, I should also have reserved Media Services. Not only did the simulators get moved to somewhere else, it takes an hour for Media Services to set them up. But the new room reservation system doesn't tell you that, so when I reserved the room I thought that was that. Nope. I got the room with nothing in it. Yes, this is my fault, but (a) how was I supposed to know if nobody ever told me, and (b) it would help if the system would tell you that you can't do simulation exercises without Media Services. I told the room scheduling people that, and got an email back that said (paraphrased), "What kind of idiot are you?"
And because today is the day it is, I get to go and get shouted at about Mozart for two and a half hours after work. Might as well, since I don't have any self-esteem left anyway.
Last night I wasted half a pound of butter and almost three pounds of Meyer lemons on "lemon bars" that turned out as "lemon-flavored rubber on top of barely-cooked shortbread burned at the edges". Stupid oven.
Today I discovered that when I reserved the medical simulator room in January, I should also have reserved Media Services. Not only did the simulators get moved to somewhere else, it takes an hour for Media Services to set them up. But the new room reservation system doesn't tell you that, so when I reserved the room I thought that was that. Nope. I got the room with nothing in it. Yes, this is my fault, but (a) how was I supposed to know if nobody ever told me, and (b) it would help if the system would tell you that you can't do simulation exercises without Media Services. I told the room scheduling people that, and got an email back that said (paraphrased), "What kind of idiot are you?"
And because today is the day it is, I get to go and get shouted at about Mozart for two and a half hours after work. Might as well, since I don't have any self-esteem left anyway.
