I'm feeling better this morning. Yesterday was not a fun day, and the truth of it was that I didn't even get any research done. I was just mad. I didn't have a question formulated. Erg.
The girl sent me an e-mail last night. The e-mail apologizes profusely and explains that she is not a person who can simply jump into a project with both feet, like I do. She needs someone to discuss things with and to meet again and again and again. Reading between the lines, I now understand that she's telling me that she needs constant direction and urging to stay on task. "I just don't want you to hate me any more than you do," she had written. That one sentence shows her immaturity. That's how little kids talk. (She's 28) I e-mailed her back to say that I didn't hate her, but my frustration was warranted.
The fellow who's working with Young Girl, my headache from the last project, walked past me at the computer lab a few days back. He said, "Boy. I'm telling you, I will never work with 'Young Girl' again." He looked harried and frustrated.
"Having problems?" I asked.
"We can't make any progress. She gets an idea on how something should be done, and she won't change it. The teacher even told her not to do it that way, that she is not an expert in the field, and that she doesn't have the skill required to do the project that way, but she just smiles and does it anyway. She threw away all of my work, and started over from scratch. She won't compromise." He's having a hard time. He might have to drop out of school for a year. That's a shame, because really, he's a smart young man.
I said, "Well, you can't tell her no, that's a fact."
He repeated, "I will never work with her again."
So, I'm not the only one having problems. I guess that it's lucky that I only have to deal with Cannot-work-without-Constant-Supervision-Girl. At least she doesn't argue.
Anyway. I came home, and I wrote my little angry post. Vented my spleen, and BB replied in her very Oz way, "Well wouldn't THAT tear the fork right out of your nightie?!!" Made me laugh.
Made Scotty laugh too. He hadn't heard that expression in years, he said. I hadn't heard it at all, so he was one up on me...but he's from Oz too.
Novel Woman commented that it was obvious WHY I was so aggravated. I'd been apparently walking around with a fork in my nightie which was bound to aggravate anyone. She chided me for leaving that important detail out.
Which leads us quite nicely to the final questions here. What the heck does that mean, anyway? Which of you Oz people will step forward to explain it to the rest of us?