I should have registered for classes last Friday. Which is the root of all of this. At the time, I figured hey, no problem, just wander down to the history office and get my PIN number that I need to register, and go do it.

Or not.

Turns out they changed it so you hafta see your advisor first, and have THEM get it. Except my advisor isn't in until today, so I'll hafta register late. Well, that sucks, but I can deal with it.

I always forget things.

Things like EVERYONE comes to this particular guy, so there are always 5 or 6 people waiting. Actually, I remembered that, so I went half an hour early. I figure no problem.

Then he comes walking up the stairs with these two girls, and they go in there, and we all wait for like 10 minutes. Whatever. Then I see this other guy edging towards the door like he's gonna beat me in. I thought not, so I got myself right at the door, too. First girl comes out, and since it turned out the other guy just needed his test back, I let him in. Except the second girl is still in there, and stays there for like 15 more minutes. She comes out. I'm getting up to go in there.

And this bitch LEAPS in there ahead of me, proclaiming "I'll only take a minute!" This woman had to be like 40 years old. Didn't they teach basic manners back in the day? I was so pissed off at that point, I wanted to kill somebody. But I'm a patient sort, so I waited. For 10 MORE minutes. His office hours are supposed to END about that time. She FINALLY comes out after this other lady sitting there banged on the door and told him there were 5 other people waiting.

So I finally get in there, talk to him for a couple minutes about crap I already knew about, and got my damn OK to get the PIN. Got it. Little slip of paper with my name and a number. Takes like 30 seconds for em to fill it out. Took me an HOUR AND A FREAKING HALF.

I was having a discussion on the subject with the lady who banged on the door, too. We more or less agreed that the requirement to see your advisor was pretty damn pointless, and yknow, I'm like TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD, and I should be able to realize what I'm supposed to be taking. Yeesh. And she pointed out that my advisor is one of the better ones, which is why everyone goes to him. And she shared some advisor horror stories, to the point that they don't really give a damn about you most of the time. And of course nobody is going to TELL the chair about this, because hey, we gotta take classes from these people. Uh-uh.

So I found myself missing College of Business and it's dedicated advising department. Where you could make an advising appointment and get your damn PIN inside of 5 minutes. Instead of an hour and a half. Grrrrrr.