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jawnbcWe had a day today. A day, I say! It came after a night.
Last night I had my first F2F with the fella I’m team teaching a research methods class. Said fellow finished his fudd the same time as me (2002) but has been in post-post-grad purgatory ever since. He wasn’t funded for his fudd, went a gazillion $ into debt, and teached 10-13 classes a year to keep up with his student loan and credit card debt payments. Maudit! And he’s been quite gracious about facilitating our work together, even though I was so far away. Of which I was much appreciative...until last night.
What a fucking wanker. Thank gawd he’s not terribly clever, or he could make my teaching experience less than fabou.
I arrived at his at 19h30 (as agreed). I left at 00h40. He was (ostensibly) being a gracious host, and I didn’t want his first F2F impression to be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jawnbc the type A+ taskmaster--so I followed his lead. He is, alas, a psychologist--the sort that uses lame-assed reflecting/probing/psychoanalytic shite in social interactions. 1-800-get-a-life. After about an hour of it I decided to have fun with it. Finally I insisted we get on with discussing our class; shortly thereafter I realized he was trying to schmooze me and make me pliable with respect to what I felt the course content show emphasize. Here’s a fucking bulleting people: if you’re not smart enough to schmooze me undetected, you may well incur my wrath. Don’t make me come up there, I’ll give you something to cry about, because I said so.
I dedicated another hour (we’re at 2.5 hours at this point) to reason and discussion. And then I got incensed that this fuckwit would knowingly drag out an evening with someone who had just:
-travelled 11,000km over 20 hours
-been up for 12 hours that day already
-left his newly arrived in Canada partner alone in a semi-isolated part of town with no transport. Unfed
So I called the question--or, rather, I gave the answer--which shocked him. He has apparently taught an intro research methods course for 3 years without covering anything on doing a literature review. After I made it clear I wasn’t buying into that, he kited a number of indirect ways to work around it. And when I finally said, “not gonna happen, we’re doing it” he sez “oh well I realized 30 minutes ago you weren’t going to be flexible on this: I was just carrying on for the sake of the intellectual argument.” Puta was lucky I didn’t pulled out Mrs. Egan’s Tongue™ and verbally disembowel him.
At 23h30, I just took over. When he started babbling I said “yeah yeah yeah, you already said that. We’ll do this. Next.” Or “not gonna happen, next.” And barrelled through about 30 things. It took 15 more minutes of being clear and polite before I cracked and said. “pay attention: it’s late, I can’t stay any later, we’ve wasted too much time tonight. Buh-bye.” When I got home,querrelle was in bed, but shortly after I tumbled in, we did that lovely too-tired-4-guile clench/smooch/passionate lovemaking thang.
Today we began bike shopping (MC for he; scooter for me), had a great obento lunch with sushi (yay), coffeed and perved, banked, shopped, visited Jeannette Pas Tapette, drove to Grouse Mountain, balked at the price for the gondola (30$ plus tax per person???), drove over to Cypress instead, enjoyed gorgeous vistas, ate so-so fush n chups, and came home.
Last night I had my first F2F with the fella I’m team teaching a research methods class. Said fellow finished his fudd the same time as me (2002) but has been in post-post-grad purgatory ever since. He wasn’t funded for his fudd, went a gazillion $ into debt, and teached 10-13 classes a year to keep up with his student loan and credit card debt payments. Maudit! And he’s been quite gracious about facilitating our work together, even though I was so far away. Of which I was much appreciative...until last night.
What a fucking wanker. Thank gawd he’s not terribly clever, or he could make my teaching experience less than fabou.
I arrived at his at 19h30 (as agreed). I left at 00h40. He was (ostensibly) being a gracious host, and I didn’t want his first F2F impression to be
jawnbc the type A+ taskmaster--so I followed his lead. He is, alas, a psychologist--the sort that uses lame-assed reflecting/probing/psychoanalytic shite in social interactions. 1-800-get-a-life. After about an hour of it I decided to have fun with it. Finally I insisted we get on with discussing our class; shortly thereafter I realized he was trying to schmooze me and make me pliable with respect to what I felt the course content show emphasize. Here’s a fucking bulleting people: if you’re not smart enough to schmooze me undetected, you may well incur my wrath. Don’t make me come up there, I’ll give you something to cry about, because I said so.I dedicated another hour (we’re at 2.5 hours at this point) to reason and discussion. And then I got incensed that this fuckwit would knowingly drag out an evening with someone who had just:
-travelled 11,000km over 20 hours
-been up for 12 hours that day already
-left his newly arrived in Canada partner alone in a semi-isolated part of town with no transport. Unfed
So I called the question--or, rather, I gave the answer--which shocked him. He has apparently taught an intro research methods course for 3 years without covering anything on doing a literature review. After I made it clear I wasn’t buying into that, he kited a number of indirect ways to work around it. And when I finally said, “not gonna happen, we’re doing it” he sez “oh well I realized 30 minutes ago you weren’t going to be flexible on this: I was just carrying on for the sake of the intellectual argument.” Puta was lucky I didn’t pulled out Mrs. Egan’s Tongue™ and verbally disembowel him.
At 23h30, I just took over. When he started babbling I said “yeah yeah yeah, you already said that. We’ll do this. Next.” Or “not gonna happen, next.” And barrelled through about 30 things. It took 15 more minutes of being clear and polite before I cracked and said. “pay attention: it’s late, I can’t stay any later, we’ve wasted too much time tonight. Buh-bye.” When I got home,
querrelle was in bed, but shortly after I tumbled in, we did that lovely too-tired-4-guile clench/smooch/passionate lovemaking thang. Today we began bike shopping (MC for he; scooter for me), had a great obento lunch with sushi (yay), coffeed and perved, banked, shopped, visited Jeannette Pas Tapette, drove to Grouse Mountain, balked at the price for the gondola (30$ plus tax per person???), drove over to Cypress instead, enjoyed gorgeous vistas, ate so-so fush n chups, and came home.
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Date: 2005-08-20 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-20 10:07 am (UTC)"oh well I realized 30 minutes ago you weren't going to be flexible on this: I was just carrying on for the sake of intellectual argument."
Okay, and you DIDN'T verbally disembowel him at this point 'cuz ... why again?
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Date: 2005-08-20 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-20 02:40 pm (UTC)http://www.e-ride.ca/Electric_Scooters/Motorino_ST430.htm
Random. This upcoming Sunday I'll be heading to a Butoh performance on Wrech Beach @ 12:45. Never seen one myself so I'm not sure what to expect.
http://kokoro.ca/upcoming/upcoming.html
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Date: 2005-08-20 03:26 pm (UTC)Eezgood.
(self-impressed
clinicalclerical psychologizers -- eezbad.)no subject
Date: 2005-08-20 04:20 pm (UTC)I came over to his apartment to interview him. He insisted I not turn on my tape recorder and, visibly annoyed, gave a few short answers to my questions. He would not engage with me. He offered me drinks (I was already in recovery), a tour of his fabulous apartment. And announced we were joining friends of his for dinner at what turned out to be a very upscale restaurant downtown. Well, the queens carried on, and my jet lag got worse and worse. I was too tired to eat, or to follow the conversation, or even to hold my head up off the table, after a while.
I finally begged the host to let me go because my jet lag was so bad. He did make it clear I was the height of social ungratefulness for not keeping up with the conversation and having the audacity to try and leave in the middle of dinner. He made a big show of proffering to pick up paying for my, mostly uneaten, meal. [Remember, I had only scheduled an interview with him, everything else was his idea, and clearly any input from me was irrelevant.]
Mostly, I was so relieved to escape. (Exhausted, my defenses were completely down.) I made my way back to friends' apartment on the subway, and slept through all of the next day and half of the next night. I had one more day left in Stockholm, and I slept through that as well.
From there I took the train to Berlin. But that is another story ...
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Date: 2005-08-20 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-20 06:11 pm (UTC)We're barely up by 11am due to jet lag, so 'nother time for Wreck, k?
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Date: 2005-08-21 12:24 am (UTC)Dearest!
Date: 2005-08-21 12:26 am (UTC)*SAD* *SAD* *SAD*
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Date: 2005-08-21 12:31 am (UTC)So this uber-goober teacher-guy received no funding for his Ph.D.? That's actually sort of telling. AND HE IS TEACHING AN INTRO - I repeat - INTRO RESEARCH METHODS COURSE AND NOT COVERING LIT REVIEW??? Hellooooo - that's like a norm in research. Sounds like he already knew you had a kick-ass rep and you were a true smarty and his teeeeeeeeeny little ego had to have a pissing contest with you called a "meeting". Glad you set him straight. *snort!*
Re: Dearest!
Date: 2005-08-21 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 05:43 pm (UTC)It's kind of like that sometimes. Ya know what I mean?