Gr. Honestly.
Feb. 16th, 2009 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I hate it when people expect me to only ask "how high?" when they tell me to jump. Argh.
She's freaking out over her thesis - I try helping her by calming her down, letting her bounce off ideas, suggesting different aspects, giving my point of view... (and no, I'm not saying that everything I said was useful or brilliant or helped that much, but I was trying to help).
So... when I tell her how worried/scared I am that my thesis is not good enough/I'm going to fail (the stuff almost anyone worries about at some time, I know)... what does she say? "Oh, for you it's different."
Huh? Different how, exactly? Are you just telling me that my fears are less significant than yours?
So, when I'm not availyble for some time (not reading my e-mails over the fucking weekend), she's getting whiny and bitchy. "Are you there? Come on!!" Nyanyanya, bitchbitchbitch.
Missy, you're not the only one who's worried and stressed and busy. So stop being an asshat and get a grip. Please. I don't want to be angry at you. I like you, actually.
She's freaking out over her thesis - I try helping her by calming her down, letting her bounce off ideas, suggesting different aspects, giving my point of view... (and no, I'm not saying that everything I said was useful or brilliant or helped that much, but I was trying to help).
So... when I tell her how worried/scared I am that my thesis is not good enough/I'm going to fail (the stuff almost anyone worries about at some time, I know)... what does she say? "Oh, for you it's different."
Huh? Different how, exactly? Are you just telling me that my fears are less significant than yours?
So, when I'm not availyble for some time (not reading my e-mails over the fucking weekend), she's getting whiny and bitchy. "Are you there? Come on!!" Nyanyanya, bitchbitchbitch.
Missy, you're not the only one who's worried and stressed and busy. So stop being an asshat and get a grip. Please. I don't want to be angry at you. I like you, actually.