The worst thing about grad school is that everyone walks around like zombies too stressed out to muster a bit of civility. They're super nice to you when they want something, like data for their dissertation, but otherwise they barely acknowledge your existence.
Yesterday the Korean girl with constant stink eye whose office is next to mine came to my office to ask to borrow my Macbook charger. I happily obliged, but she became irate when she discovered that my new charger was not backward compatible with her old Macbook. I guess Apple's hardware decisions are somehow my fault. No good deed goes unpunished. I guess we'll just go back to ignoring each other.
I've been working three quarter time this semester and last, and the government mandated paperwork for my quarter time assistantship is almost as much work as my actual teaching.
Oh well, at least I get to flirt with hot Chinese girls.