What is up with these people? Today, I made another girl cry — this one because I told her that she could not be admitted to our Graduate program until her GRE scores arrived. Is it my fault that she waited until last week to take the darned exam? Uh no. Suck it up and take responsibilities for your actions.
Yeah, I’m mean. Get over it.
The past directors of my Program had definitely made it hard for me. The first director accepted everyone who applied. The second one accepted everyone who applied. The third one was just too nice to potential students; he didn’t want to alienate people before they applied, even if they clearly didn’t met our new dean-approved admission standards. One of the lessons I’ve learned over the past six years is that if you are too nice, the students will hear what *they* want to hear — they don’t pick up on the subtext of the message.
All of the previous directors were men and I do wonder how often they capitulated to crying females.* But me? I am appalled at the fact that these girls are so weak. What the hell happened to ball-busting feminists? Am I the only one left?
At least this one cried on the phone. I still haven’t bought Kleenex.
* Full disclosure: I have been known to put on the crocodile tears when the cops pull me over. And yes, it does work with male cops. I know better than to try to manipulate the female ones. 
Maybe if I had offered to clean the officers baton last year, I may have gotten out of my speeding ticket. Or put in jail. I’m not sure which.
SNORT. I can always count on CQ to make me laugh.
On another note… If you make a third girl cry, do you win a toaster from Sorta Cosmo U?
Naw. I don’t need a toaster. Now, if it was a new blender …