"Nope, no good. They didn't put your name in here, see? And it needs to be stamped. They never should have filled this form out without your name"
Defeated, I takes various buses back to campus, where I return my failed form to Health Services. The information nurse looks at it.
"You were supposed to have filled this out before we did your physical."
"Why didn't someone tell me that yesterday when I was here?"
"Well! It clearly states."
The correct answer at this point would have been, 'It couldn't have been too clear if none of you noticed yesterday'. This response of course occurs to me only now, hours later. Instead, I glared.
It was stamped, my name put in the right places, and a much more sympathetic person in the business office helped me go over it, though she admitted to not knowing if we got it right or not.
This is really annoying. The office is only open 8:30-5pm on weekdays, so the only way I can get this done will be to spend the $60 in taxi fairs to go out there one day before work and be a little late that morning.
Tired, sore, hungry, cold and frustrated, I slink home, defeated. Bureaucracy is once again victorious in its campaign to completely eradicate productivity.
The day very much looked up after that. We, myself and
after thinking about my day