Transformation Challenge: Days 35-37

As far as the challenge goes, I've accepted defeat and have just been playing along for fun.  I'm still working out every day to make the mini challenge of attending the gym 30 out of 40 days, but I'm not stressing out anymore.  I need to relax a bit and focus on the other issues in my life, oh like this stressful quarter, preparing for a future, and battling the entire institution of UC.

Workouts:

Tuesday/ 35 - 1- hour cardio attack. More like heart attack! 

Wednesday/ 36- 1 hour zumba class.  

Thursday 37 - 1 hour of yoga. I skipped boxing because I decided to make school work more of a priority this quarter. I think I needed the boxing more though considering how well this quarter is going emotionally...

Cheats:

Today I ate in the UC dining hall because our friend works there and had extra swipes and we wanted to eat in between our 5 hours of class. I was close to having an emotional breakdown induced by UC so I gave in and ate like a college student.  I resisted the pizza and had had stuffed pepper and chicken pot pie. I did however, make sure to have a brownie with ice cream.  I think it doesn't count though. I mean, I did eat broccoli spears to make up for it. Plus when you are having an emotional breakdown calories don't count. I think I read that somewhere...

Oh and the class of wine I'm currently nursing is medicinal. I'm pretty sure a doctor would prescribe it to me. In fact this glass of wine is saving lives. Fact.

Warning:  The contents below may not be suitable for those that fear a redheaded temper.

Let me just start off by saying that my entire time at the University of Cincinnati, I have felt cheated.  Every aspect that drew me to their campus and program has turned out to be misleading and disappointing.  I have constantly had to "fight" to get what I am paying for and I have been punished by taking classes that are taught by lazy professors and courses that do not address what a school counselor needs.  I will not even begin to go off on the dishonesty about the scholarship fiasco. I have sympathy for you all, I really do, so I'll just jump to my problems this quarter....aka week 1 of Spring quarter.

Trying to start off the quarter on the right foot, with a positive mindset I ordered my parking pass early and was all prepared for day one of classes.  I get to my parking garage, swipe the pass that I purchased before spring break and received in the mail from Parking Services.  hmmm nothing happened. Swipe again. Nothing. Swipe, Swipe, Swipe. You have got to be kidding me. I look around and there is no call button and someone just pulled up behind me and wants in the garage. So I take a ticket and park.  Considering my class is about to start and I have to hoof it across campus, I push my frustration aside and make it to class just in the nick of time.  Of course the parking services office closes while I'm in class so I have to wait to deal with them tomorrow, but tomorrow is the same situation and yet again I pay to park for a lot I already have a pass for.

Well today I had a little more time to make it to campus early enough to get my issue resolved.  I call parking services on my way to campus to explain that my pass is not working and can they activate it for me. Immediately I get attitude. No wait, let me properly accentuate that, ATTITUDE.  She has the audacity to tell me that it's probably because I "waited" to use it until a few days in.... please do not even go there. So I get frustrated and tell her I will be in in a few minutes to address this issue in person.  Again I take a ticket and march to the parking office.

While dealing with these women, I get not one ounce of respect from either lady that spoke to me.  They are irritated that I want a refund and they try to scold me for taking a ticket in the first place. "Why didn't you push the call button?" Um there was no call button at my entrance. "Why didn't you go the the other entrance, you should have used the call button, you shouldn't have taken a ticket" I was scolded over and over again. I bit my tongue and held back how I really wanted to respond and told them matter of factly that there was no call button, there was no sign explaining where I should go to find the call button, and I already paid for my parking pass and was running late to class, I should not have to even be in this situation. This was followed by an eye roll and large sigh.  The ladies then refused to look at me, speak to me, or give an ounce of respect while they hand wrote out paperwork to file before they reimbursed my $13.00 in parking passes I paid this week. I was then given a new parking pass and not a single "we are sorry" was uttered. I was irrate. Like hands shaking I'm so mad to be treated so rudely when I was not the one at fault.

Insert frustrating class, binge at cafeteria, long but interesting school law class, walk across campus to parking garage with new pass....and Action!

Drive up to gate, swipe....nothing. Swipe....nothing....Swipe! REDHEAD TEMPER Explosion!!!!!! I will not even bother to assault your poor little innocent eyes/ears with what proceeded through my head.  All you need to know is that I drove to the other exit and pushed the ever so loved "call button". I explained to the security guard tucked in safe away from the garage / my temper that my pass was not working and I needed out.  He tried to activate the pass without success. He then told me it was "expired". I explained I had just received it that day after taking a ticket. He told me "well that's why, you shouldn't have taken a ticket". At this point I was done. It was 9:30pm and I wanted off of that campus before I completely broke down in tears. I said I would take care of this at a later date, please let me out. His response? "Well I suppose I can let you out tonight, just this one time", but you really need to get this fixed".   I'll let your imagination figure out how that sat with me.

Guess who is getting a phone call tomorrow? You might want to add the UC parking service personnel to your prayers tonight. They might just need it after I'm through with my end of the conversation. Just saying.