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it's times like these...
28 Feb 2007 06:54 pmI was supposed to be at O-week today. I got there at 10am, then went to the Faculty of Medicine office to enrol, thinking it would be at most a one hour ordeal.
I got out of the bloody office at 1:30pm.
And I've only finished the first part of my enrolment.
Standing in the aged Burkitt-Ford building, looking at the pendulum of the grandfather clock rocking lazily from side to side, the minute hand clicking and clicking forward...
We moved up one step every 5 minutes. Bloody hell.
I got in the building door at 10 past 10.
I was at the office counter at 12 noon.
On any other day, it takes 30 seconds.
Let's not even go into the trouble prior to that, where I spent 3 entire weeks emailing the teachers, the post-grad office, turning up at the office in person to ask about why they haven't sent me any reply to my application.
I still haven't received the offer letter, although I am now enrolled. What the heck.
When I took my form out, there was another queue for picking subjects and for filling out fees options. Despite her actually running up to her office and getting me a FEE-HELP (only Australin citizens are eligible) form, she somehow still managed to write "International Fee-Paying" on my application. WTF.
And THEN, we went into a lecture theatre and played musical chairs.
Spent one and half hours in there moving up the chairs one by one until we got to the registration computers.
Thus, I was out the door at 1:30, and starving.
Then I had to go to Old Teacher's College to "finalise enrolment" and get my student card.
Musical chairs again.
By the time enrolment was finalised, it was 2:30.
There was another 20m long queue for student cards.
The administration girl suggested I might want to come back another time.
I did.
I stepped out the door, beyond which wafted the alluring fragrance of freedom and atherosclerosis-inducing food...
And then came thunder and lightning.
It rained.
PS: On the more positive note, I ran into a lot of familiar faces today, not least of all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kwis_148. We said we'd meet when she had her lunch break...We didn't. Bloody administration.
PPS: I kept replaying that Futurama episode in my head. The one with the long queue standing outside the Central Bureaucracy building. As Fry et co join the queue, they ask the last guy in it how long he's been there, and the frail old man sighs, "I don't know, but I'm still waiting for my birth certificate." And then the line shuffles back one step, and he sighs miserably, "Oh, someone just had a baby." It makes me weep in empathy.
PPPS: As a consolatory "thanks for waiting" gift, they passed around a jar of Fantelles and Minties. Unable to resist the irony (and also becomes I hate caramel), I took a Minties...thus the title.
I got out of the bloody office at 1:30pm.
And I've only finished the first part of my enrolment.
Standing in the aged Burkitt-Ford building, looking at the pendulum of the grandfather clock rocking lazily from side to side, the minute hand clicking and clicking forward...
We moved up one step every 5 minutes. Bloody hell.
I got in the building door at 10 past 10.
I was at the office counter at 12 noon.
On any other day, it takes 30 seconds.
Let's not even go into the trouble prior to that, where I spent 3 entire weeks emailing the teachers, the post-grad office, turning up at the office in person to ask about why they haven't sent me any reply to my application.
I still haven't received the offer letter, although I am now enrolled. What the heck.
When I took my form out, there was another queue for picking subjects and for filling out fees options. Despite her actually running up to her office and getting me a FEE-HELP (only Australin citizens are eligible) form, she somehow still managed to write "International Fee-Paying" on my application. WTF.
And THEN, we went into a lecture theatre and played musical chairs.
Spent one and half hours in there moving up the chairs one by one until we got to the registration computers.
Thus, I was out the door at 1:30, and starving.
Then I had to go to Old Teacher's College to "finalise enrolment" and get my student card.
Musical chairs again.
By the time enrolment was finalised, it was 2:30.
There was another 20m long queue for student cards.
The administration girl suggested I might want to come back another time.
I did.
I stepped out the door, beyond which wafted the alluring fragrance of freedom and atherosclerosis-inducing food...
And then came thunder and lightning.
It rained.
PS: On the more positive note, I ran into a lot of familiar faces today, not least of all
kwis_148. We said we'd meet when she had her lunch break...We didn't. Bloody administration.PPS: I kept replaying that Futurama episode in my head. The one with the long queue standing outside the Central Bureaucracy building. As Fry et co join the queue, they ask the last guy in it how long he's been there, and the frail old man sighs, "I don't know, but I'm still waiting for my birth certificate." And then the line shuffles back one step, and he sighs miserably, "Oh, someone just had a baby." It makes me weep in empathy.
PPPS: As a consolatory "thanks for waiting" gift, they passed around a jar of Fantelles and Minties. Unable to resist the irony (and also becomes I hate caramel), I took a Minties...thus the title.
