Dystopian waiting rooms

I registered for a copyediting class, first step of 8 courses in a Publishing certificate, and then I looked on the university portal and…I see nothing. My payment’s in limbo. Oh this tale never ends well. Off to the bank, off to the school after two days of calling. Stuck in a very Kubrick 2001 Odyssey waiting room with half the campus and the never ending dulcet tones of the number call. E220.
E 119…..soon.

E221….WHAT? OH DEAR GOD I’M TRAPPED HERE FOREVER I’M GOING TO CRY.

E 220…Oh thank glarb.

Turns out the session I signed up for was cancelled, and the entire system went “i can’t even” and hence the full waiting room. Got into another session, after being assured that it being listed as “midwifery” is actually Copy Editing or things will be hella awkward on tuesdays.

Its SO fun being in university again, even if its con-ed.( basically associate degrees, not basketweaving for fun con ed).

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