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January 2013

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An open letter to the jerk across the hall.

Dear professor whatever,

I'm sorry that you had to get up and get here to teach a class at 8:30 in the morning.  I got here at 7:40.  I'm sorry that I don't know your name and called you "someone" on the phone when you couldn't be bothered to call someone yourself.  Would you rather be "no one"?  I am sorry that I don't know the answer to your question.  I don't know how that particular device works and I can't help you.  It's not my job.  That particular device is supplied through your department.  It is thier responsibility.  If you don't know how to use it, you should knock on thier door, not mine.  So please wipe the exasperation off your face when you talk to me.  I am not as useless as you think I am.  You misunderstand what it is that I am responsible for.  Take your negative demeanor and demean someone else with it.  I have it on good authourity that your colleagues think you're an asshole.  Therefore, this letter is not unjustifiable.  I'm sorry that you're a miserable old coot.  Your life must suck.


Sounds like professor ass-hat needs some shin kickings
I can have 'the Lads' have a little chat with him...