The Student and the Beast

Law School is hard enough. So, here's the question - why be a bitch? This may appear rhetorical, but we've got some power hungry, petty, antagonistic, crabby wench working in our office in a position where the students have to deal with her, and I want to ask her why she has to be such a grade A fuckhead. The thing about such a question is that it is a query you can never make when you really need to. The very fact that someone is a crabby ass bitch precludes you from asking why they are such a crabby ass bitch. Life's funny that way.

But the question is especially important when you're in an overcrowded building full of insecure overacheivers jacked up on caffeine. More to the point, why send out bitchy emails three times a day then get pissed when people don't read them? Here's a tip: People don't want your shit. They are having a much harder day than your lazy ass. She locks her office, too, so nobody can sneak in and put some desperately needed Prozac in her coffee. But then, what law student can spare Prozac?

Now,in law school, you learn that there are different ways of fighting, and figure out which one works best for you. Last week my friend and I made the scary journey to Ms. Crabbyass' office on an errand. I hoped for strength in numbers. We needed to pick something up she'd had ready the day before. So we get there and she starts being a piss ant and talking about how we needed to work with her and were late and so on, even though what we needed was right on her desk and we caused her no inconvenience whatsoever. So my friend starts fighting back. Hell, somebody needed to, although she stopped short of saying things that really need to be said, like "why are you being such a shit?" and so on. So, this is one way of dealing.
Myself, I have decided that Ms. Crabbyass is out looking for a fight and acts like such a hateful little wench in order to get a rise out of people. So, I have decided my revenge is to deal with her for three years and never give her the fucking satisfaction. No matter how shitty she is, I'm going to utterly ignore it and go about my business as if she were acting like she'd been raised by humans instead of a pack of wolves. What do you think?

Perhaps she deserves some compassion.Maybe when you are raised by wolves and spend your childhood chewing on raw sheep butt and scratching fleas you just don't know how to write a polite email or act like a human being. The question remains why she has this job hassling law students, most of whom would prefer her pack of wolves to Sales & Secured Transactions, instead of working as a bouncer or somewhere else where bitchyness is expected, like a drive thru or as a dominatrix. Maybe she beat the dean into giving her a job. "Lick my boots! Now give me a job beating students!" You know, something like that. We may never know. However, I've got six months left in this little social experiment, and presuming I don't lose it and cram a Sales exam down her throat (worse than raw sheep's butt) I'll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck!