...when you don't get to choose who joins.
I was trying to discuss with Boyfriend why I hate my life.
The latest reason (#460) is that a person from Midwestern U is coming to join the program I'm in, and my program coordinator (also from Midwestern U, the person instrumental in getting me this job), thinking it would be nice if I had someone from Midwestern U that I went to school with (tangentially) to share my office with next semester (because Beth is leaving), as opposed to a stranger, informed me today that he's moving in. This would, I suppose, not be TERRIBLE, though I am jealous of this person because he just had a book published (or accepted), and I still can't get a single GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT JOURNAL to take one measly poem from me.
But more than that... that guy has never said more than a handful of words to me, even though I've tried to be friendly to him. So, won't it be just delightful to have him in my office?? The reason she gave for installing him in my office was that we're both "writers" and that the program likes to put people with similar interests together. But the truth is, she just wants to have a little conclave of Midwestern U people together, like we're some club. I think I will be ill.
I much rather it was Doggerel coming to share an office with me. Because I love her.
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