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So. The University is skimping once again. School of Buisness gets a brand new building. School of Psychology gets a new completely renovated building. Everyone gets an upgrade, and we go from a huge house... to psychology's old SHACK. Yes, the same shack that the President of the University has openly admitted to being ashamed of, and the same shack that everyone acknowledges is too small for psychology (and we're bigger than they are). Make sense? Hell no.

The funny thing is I think I could live with this move if I thought what I had to say mattered in the setup of the new place. My supervisor (or rather, the lady who is called my supervisor, who doesn't really supervise me at all because I work on my own without need of supervision) is making all these plans for HER to have privacy. Yeah. A wall in front of her desk, so she can concentrate on the budget. Heaven knows, I don't need to concentrate on anything. She wants a half wall, so she can see when I'm busy. Chances are, being behind a wall, she'll be less likely to see that I'm busy, and being behind a wall, she'll be less likely to actually get up to help someone, and more likely to just assume that I'll help each person in line as they individually come to me. I tried to mention that I thought I'd never get any privacy and she wouldn't see very well that I need help, and she basically threw it around to say that I was hired to work in a position where I'm the first point of contact. What the hell? With or without the wall, that's not going to change. I'm still the first point of contact.

So I'll probably be stuck out in front with no privacy whatsoever, and a heavier work load. I'll be the first, and probably ONLY point of contact. They also want to move two of the office staff into offices. Yeah. Great. No communication. I need to converse with them regularly every day on little things. Now we get to pick up the phone every time we have a small question. Why can't they have cubicles, or something different?

This is just my emotion after a 2 minute conversation. I'm pissed, I want a new job to avoid this, and I have less and less respect for my supervisor because it becomes more and more apparent that she's interested in making things better for her without thinking about how she's coming across to me. I could go into a whole other rant about how I feel like a student worker a lot of the time, or worse, a kid of hers, whom she can yell across the house to when she wants my help.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I hate this f-ing department sometimes.