Alright, well you know when your Monday morning starts with a stolen phone it’s not going to get much better. As far as filing a police report, I think that the Chicago Police Department has better things to do (school shootings...buses ramming into CTA stations... etc) than worry about some yuppie girl that had her crappy phone stolen....and I don’t think that they would help me get a replacement phone. I don’t have time for filing police reports anyways as I am working 12-14 hours a day. So as soon as I got to the suburbs I went to an AT&T store and got a new plan with them. I ported my number over there which canceled the sprint contract and thus the phone that was stolen became a paper weight. I got whatever the free-bee phone was because Jason and I are waiting for two things, A) our tax rebate money and B) the new version of the iPhone to be released. Because I was still in contract with Sprint it’s going to be a pricey morning. But whatever. It would have been pricey either way.
That was how my day started. It ended with e-mails from higher ups that made me mad. I guess I just don’t understand why e-mails have to be so snotty. Why can’t you just politely tell me what I should do or what I did wrong instead of making me feel like I am one inch tall. Yes Yes Yes. I am going to have a PhD in physics and I would never take back my time in working on that. But sometimes I feel that my confidence in myself has been shattered in the process. I know I shouldn’t worry about stupid little minutia like this...but I can’t help it. I know that the people that are important to me (my Adviser, my Parents, old heads of groups at the Lab) think highly of me and that’s really all that matters. Just not the way I wanted to end my day.
I took an earlier train home and Jason and I went to Monk’s for a beer and the best chicken tenders I have ever had. So that was nice.
I went to bed really early last night and got up late and I’m feeling much better today.
So here’s to Tuesday. It can’t be worse than Monday.
3 months ago