So this is what I get for being evil...
Today I saw someone who I knew through the past few years at my university. Now this person was in a position of power and could have helped me out when I was struggling with my mom and my sister and my prelims and everything else that has gone wrong in the past two years. I mean, she lost her mom to cancer and should have been understanding and compassionate - but she didn't. In fact, she was very unprofessional and quite frankly very rude to me. She wouldn't talk to me when we were at conferences together, she offered to help me on my prelims and then flaked, and she would not return my phone calls and emails when I tried to contact her about a research project she agreed to help me on.
I saw her walking across the street today, I tried to avoid her, but she spotted me and all I could think of was "I'm fine." and "Nice haircut." to say to her.
Now this person I've been thinking in my head a million times, I was going to tell her next time I saw her: "You're a bitch, you're a fucking bloody cunt and I hope your family suffers as much as mine has in the last few years because of your negligence."
I got so mad at myself for not being able to tell this person what I really think of her I cried hysterically in the elevator on the way to my meeting and I cried all the way back to my other job on the bus.
UGH! Why can't I say what I think?
I can't do improv, I can only do 20-minutes later prov.
I'm SO mad at myself right now!!!
Today I saw someone who I knew through the past few years at my university. Now this person was in a position of power and could have helped me out when I was struggling with my mom and my sister and my prelims and everything else that has gone wrong in the past two years. I mean, she lost her mom to cancer and should have been understanding and compassionate - but she didn't. In fact, she was very unprofessional and quite frankly very rude to me. She wouldn't talk to me when we were at conferences together, she offered to help me on my prelims and then flaked, and she would not return my phone calls and emails when I tried to contact her about a research project she agreed to help me on.
I saw her walking across the street today, I tried to avoid her, but she spotted me and all I could think of was "I'm fine." and "Nice haircut." to say to her.
Now this person I've been thinking in my head a million times, I was going to tell her next time I saw her: "You're a bitch, you're a fucking bloody cunt and I hope your family suffers as much as mine has in the last few years because of your negligence."
I got so mad at myself for not being able to tell this person what I really think of her I cried hysterically in the elevator on the way to my meeting and I cried all the way back to my other job on the bus.
UGH! Why can't I say what I think?
I can't do improv, I can only do 20-minutes later prov.
I'm SO mad at myself right now!!!
