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June 17, 2009

Certificate of Good Moral

I was terribly pissed off, I went to my old school to get my certificate of good moral so I can comply with the needed requirements for my upcoming comprehensive examination. I haven’t been in there since graduation day and boy the system still hasn’t changed and it’s been 3 years.

The crappy woman at the accounting department gave me my form after 30 minutes of waiting so I gave it to the old asshole at the Registrar’s Office only to be told that I have to take it back to the crappy witch to have her write the words “Approved for Seal”. Can you imagine?

So I went back to the accounting office spoke to the same crappy witch, cutting in the line, shoving the my form at the tiny window only to be told smugly that I’d have to take it to the Registrar’s Office.

I told her, I wouldn’t be here if they’ve accepted it. Now write down that stupid phrase so they can seal it. She gave the form to the woman next to her saying, “Hey you didn’t write it”. My nose was flaring and I just told her face off, “If you guys haven’t been so reckless I would have been done and home by now … do your job right bitches.”

I literally said that and I remembered feeling rather better after. The release was instantaneous and I can’t believe I have a hidden “bitchy streak” in me.

So I got my Certificate of Good Moral after 3 hours and a once in a blue moon bitchiness act.