Those union f$^kers

Ok, the PMS has officially peaked and if you think that this is a post about something political you are SO wrong!

Monday: I went to the union shop to get my reader. They got the number wrong and charged me wrong and told me that all those readers were out and I had to order one in. I said “no, that’s the wrong number, I don’t do that shitty subject.” The guy self assuredly said that they were out of the ones that I wanted as well and they only printed on demand so I had to pay and come back on Friday.

Friday: Did not do the readings AND missed the lecture (totally not my fault if you all know what I was doing on Friday morning) so there goes my study-really-hard-this-year plan. I went back to the union shop AFTER my class at 2.30pm because that’s when the jerk said that the readers would be in. I get down there and its Chad (so lovely) working and I says…I says “I’m here to pick up my reader” and he says “Why did you order that? We have like a billion, but we may have actually run out today.” The other dickwad was standing next to him and was all “no, no…we don’t have anymore. Oh wait, let me check…oh yeah we do have two more. Aren’t you lucky?”

Go Jump. Seriously.

(but Chad can stay on the ground).