What's the Use in Trying, When Nothing's Going Right

I am spitting fucking mad right now. I can't believe how fast I get spitting fucking mad as soon as I start dealing with more fucking job applications.

As I've mentioned before, my department secretary needs us to address the envelopes our letters go out in, because all she does is stuff the envelopes and drop them in the campus mail bucket beside her desk. Okay, fine. But that's not all she makes us do. She won't stuff any envelopes if they don't come along with a nice printed list of the names and addresses of all (and only) the schools she's got the envelopes for in the particular batch she's dealing with. What does she need that list for? Who the fuck knows. (It's not the same list my supervisor and the placement committee get.)

Well, an hour ago I was typing up that fucking list. Then I tried to print it on the shitty printer us grad students have to use. Then the printer fucking bailed. Repeatedly. It took me so long to get this fucking list printed, that by the time I was done, I was sprinting to the office to give the list and the envelopes to the secretary before she closed the office at 5:00. I wanted her to have that crap so she could send out my letters tomorrow, without me having to come into the department just to give her two fucking envelopes and a piece of fucking paper.

The secretary saw me running, locked the office door, and then refused to answer when I knocked. Because it was--by the office clock--5:01. All I wanted to do was hand her two fucking envelopes and her pointless fucking list. So they'd be there for her tomorrow.

But no. Instead of tomorrow being uninterrupted writing, I get to come into the department to deal with this bullshit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.