I... am annoyed.
This is actually a significant downgrade from a few hours ago when I was thoroughly pissed-off, composing ranty blog posts in my head on the subway, and just generally in need of a juice box.
Or, you know, a fifth of gin. Whatever.
So clearly I've calmed down a bit, but the bottom line is: I am... displeased.
You see, in the last month I have heard nary a peep out of Slater, other than an invitation to attend his Master's Thesis presentation, which I had promised to attend ages ago, before he fell off the radar and essentially friend-dumped me by failing to return phone calls or text messages, and responding to lengthy emails with emotionless 2 line messages.
But, being the good friend that I am, I said I would go.
And dutifully this evening, I cut short a meeting that really could have stood to last longer and not feel so rushed, to hop in a taxi and race up to campus.
I arrived promptly at 7:00 for an event described in the invite as starting at 7:00ish... and promptly walked in on a class being held in the room I was told to go to.
I both texted and called Slater, as well as texting another friend who I thought might have been invited. I received no responses. I would have texted others, but I didn't have any phone numbers.
I went back downstairs to the lobby where there are computer terminals and checked all of my email accounts to see if there’d been an email about a change. There hadn't.
I waited around outside to see if I’d run into anyone on their way in. I didn't.
I went back upstairs to see if there was a note on the door to the classroom that I’d missed. There wasn't.
I walked over to the building where most of our department can generally be found lurking in the lounge between classes to see if there was anyone who might know what was going on. There was a meeting in the lounge, and thus, there wasn't.
I went back to the original building and checked the junk mail folders of my email accounts in case an update had accidentally been filtered there. It hadn't.
I waited outside some more where I ran into my professor from the Uganda course who said I could go ask at the 7th floor office and they could tell me what room was being used. I went to the 7th floor and asked, but they could find no reservation including either Slater's name or the topic of his thesis. Help me? They couldn't.
At this point, I had spent half an hour running around, trying my damnedest to attend the thesis presentation of an individual who hadn't even seen fit to return my freaking phone calls for over a month, and I bloody couldn't.
So I sent him a text saying I'd tried and failed and was going home.
When I got home I emailed him a detailed list of my efforts, similar to the above (though of a decidedly more neutral tone).
Shortly after 9:00, I received the following text message:
"We had to relocate for that reason [the class, ed.]. I am so sorry you waited that long, i should have put up a sign but i was so tense i forgot to."
I texted back and asked at what time they had relocated, seeing as I arrived on time myself... and I never got a response. To that, or to my email.
Over a month of radio silence and disbelieving looks when people ask me "How's Slater?" and I tell them I have no idea; half an hour of running around like a lunatic trying to find a way to see his freaking thesis because that's just the kind of friend I am; two texts, a phone call, and an email...
And that's all I got.
A two line text message.
Is it wrong of me to say that it's not enough?
Monday, November 10, 2008
I... am annoyed.
Posted by the frog princess at 11:54 PM