The Day of the Moron

It is 10:35 in the morning. Already, my email box is filled because someone sent out a mailing list email and, for some reason, all the requests to unsubscribe are going out to everyone as well. So, the box is filled with emails with re's like, "unsubscribe me" and "don't hit the reply all, you illiterate moron."

I went to the dorm life center in 20 story dorm to get my parking pass so I wouldn't get towed while teaching and there is no sign telling me on which floor the Residential Life offices are located. I went to the door of the Associate Director for that dorm and said, "Hi, I'm teaching in the dorms this year and I need to get a parking pass, on which floor do I go to see the people in charge of the Residential Academic Programs."

"Teaching in this dorm?"
"No, Field."
"That's up the hill."
"Yes, I know, but I need to talk to the person who runs the programs in order to get a parking pass."
"That's not in this building."
"Really, because it's been in this building for the past five years, did they move it? It used to be on floor 7 or 11" (everything's always 7 or 11 with me).
"Oh, fifth floor."

What the f did he think I was talking about.

I went to career services where a woman standing in front of 3 forms (!) was waiting to help me.
"Hi, I'm going on the job market this semester, so I need the form I give to the professors who are writing me letters of rec."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do you handle grad students going out on the market?"
"Yes, do you have a file with us?"
"I think so."
"Do you want to read your letters of rec?"
"No. I don't have any. I'm trying to get them."
"Okay."
"Look. Isn't there a form that a profesor needs to fill out, I give it to them and they send it in with their letter?"
"No."
"Maybe I'm not describing this right, because I know there is and I've gotten them here before."
"Well, what it is it now?"
"It's like..." She only has 3 fucking forms to choose from. "I say that I won't read the letter..."
"Oh an evaluation form."
"Yes, that's it."
"You fill out, not the professor."
"Oh."
"...and then the professor fills out the bottom half."

Thank you Captain Dipshit.

I'm really hoping the rest of the day goes better.