God, academics.

My small class meets in a room too big for it. The room has tables, 10 or so, that each seat four. There are seven of us, so we push two tables together to make it a seminar table. Then at the end we put them back as we found them.

Thing is, we don’t always find them in the same place. Sometimes they are already in twos. Sometimes there is one giant table of all the little tables. Sometimes the tables are by themselves.

Someone who teaches in the room later that day has been throwing hissy fits about the furniture being rearranged. Mass emails. I assumed it couldn’t be my class with our two tables, but now we’re getting blamed.

So the department scheduler is trying to find my class another room. Nasty shock for the other instructor when she realizes we weren’t the problem.

I know who she is by reputation—a royal ***** and bad teacher. Who apparently has time to throw tantrums like this.