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This is already shaping up to be the kind of day that requires the Crazy Uncle Arvin icon. I woke up with a sore throat, and I think I might be sick. I feel like crap. I tried to log in to check my grades, as WebAdvisor is supposed to be back up today. Lo and behold, it is back up.

Great. WTF is my password?

I tried a couple things, none of which were right. Then I tried to reset my password, and discovered that this won't work very well, as they have a TYPO in my email address, so will be sending the new password to an address that doesn't exist, or isn't mine.

So I try a couple other things the password might be. And I'm not sure if it reset or not, so this will probably not work...

It doesn't. Then, to add insult to injury, it tells me that my account has been frozen due to too many incorrect login attempts. I have to call to get this fixed.

I call. Number is busy.

I am. NOT. HAPPY.

This day just keeps getting better...

After I got a busy signal from the main office a few times too many, I decided I'd had enough. I called disabled students, and tried to explain my problem to the moron who answered the phone.

Me: *explains problem*
Her: Are your grades posted yet?
Me: *sigh* I don't know, that's what I want to find out.
Her: What does the screen say?
Me: It says my account has been frozen because I tried to log in too many times.
Her: So what do you want me to do?
Me: *tries not to have nervous breakdown, fails* You know what? Never mind.
*click*

It would have been nice if she had offered to try and a.) unfreeze the account, or b.) change my email address for me so I could reset the password. But this would've required a certain amount of logical reasoning on her part, and that's asking way too much from DSPS. Grrrr.

So I head back to the computer, and it dawns on me there's one password I sometimes use that I haven't tried yet. Lo and behold, it works.

And...

WebAdvisor: Your grades will be available starting Thursday, May 26. Thank you.
Me: Fuck you.

At which point, all I could really do was laugh. I mean, what else can you do? I was feeling sort of postal by the time I got off the phone with DSPS, though- I may have taught the neighbors a few new words, not that they don't already know them. It was just the kind of moment where one has to storm around the living room in a rage screaming, "Fuck, fucking morons..." And so on and so forth.

And no, I haven't gotten an email from my algebra teacher. At this point I don't expect to.

Hell, right now I'm just hoping Cal-OSHA (California Department of Occupational Safety and Health) lets my teacher back into his office sometime so he can file my grades. Turns out there are hazardous chemicals in the Math&Science building. A few semesters back, when I took Bio and we had to dissect the pig, and I thought the formaldehyde was a bit overpowering? The lab classrooms aren't vented nearly as well as they should be, and they have way too much of that crap in the store rooms. The news showed pictures of guys in HazMat suits wheeling out barrels yesterday.

I was a bit freaked out, considering, but I think most of the students are going to be okay. I had every symptom they listed the week we did the pig, though- burning eyes, headache, dizziness, nausea... Of course, I did the smart thing, which was tell my lab group I needed to take five and went outside for some fresh air. It seemed to help.

And a special "no thanks" to the local news people- I didn't need to know they dissected cats in some classes, I really really didn't need to know that.

In other news, I took about a 4-hour nap today, and I still feel like crap. Bleh. I hate summer colds.