Not being able to read is KIND OF inconvenient.

I just spent an HOUR away from work, where I could've been making 8$ (and believe me, I need that 8$), walking what would probably equal the span of the whole campus, trying to meet with two of my professors about something that really doesn't seem important enough to miss work for in retrospect. And did I realize that when Professor #1 said "tomorrow" in his email he wrote at 3 am this morning, he actually MEANT TOMORROW, Friday the 21st, and not today the 20th because, technically, even though he wrote it when nobody but the Devil is awake, tomorrow, in respect to today, is TOMORROW, FRIDAY...??? And did I notice that Professor #2's office hours only apply to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, NOT Thursdays.. or Tuesdays for that matter... even though I've read that a numberless amount of times and it was posted on a piece of paper taped to his door that I stared at for 15 minutes...??? NO! I didn't. 
Let me just say that everyone who saw me walking back to my office, probably thought I was on my way to park myself in a closed garage, start the car, sit back, and breathe in the fresh carbon monoxide. (Sorry if that offends anyone, but that is literally what would come to mind if you saw the expression my face was giving off on that walk of shame).
    -Since we all know how much I love collages and looking at myself, I put together a little montage, sequence of events from pictures that I took only a few moments ago so that the anguish on my face was still fresh/raw. For your enjoyment since you weren't there to witness it:

1.) Long, exaggerated sigh 2.) a thousand-yard stare 3.) this one is really pathetic 4.) let go and let God.