My Fatass cunt of an adviser just blew me off. I'm a college student working on my BA in Theatre. For some god damn reason, we have to meet with our advisers before we can sign up for classes for next term. I'd already missed 3 appointments with my adviser, but for some good reasons. I was in the hospital or at work for all of our appointments. Not to mention I'm in the middle of Tech week for a show I'm working on which means I'm busy from 5-10 every night this week, last week, and next week. As such, I'm fucking exhausted and I just want to sign up for classes. But my adviser only has office hours when I'm at work. I made the decision to forfeit my sleeping time in the morning to go to an advising appointment on my day off.  So I finally make it in to see the fat cunt today and she says "I can't see you today" I thought it was a joke about her vision. I took my glasses off and said "Oh now I can't see you either" trying to keep the mood lively. "No, you have to leave, I have more important things to do, you can see me office hours tomorrow." What the fuck? I just showed up for a PRE SCHEDULED appointment and you turn me away, and now you fucking want me to show up willy nilly? umm noooo "Ok just tell me what time and I'll be in if I can" She replies in the bitchiest callous tone "Office hours are posted on my door and on your syllabus" OK. Wow. Lets start over. I have to go see a fat, washed up, failed actress who hates her job teaching to FUCKING ADVISE ME a cute, skinny, young actor/techie/designer on how to succeed in the industry and what classes to take? Why would I want her fucking advice when she can't even keep her weight under control? No, no, no, I wouldn't take her advice if she was telling me to stop the bleeding from a gunshot wound in my femoral artery. Not to fucking mention I've had some crazy shit going on this semester with my dad getting sent to prison for trying to kill his girlfriend, last fucking week I was in the hospital with a bacterial infection, and this week my grand mother was in a serious car accident and had to go in for surgery. And my fat cunt adviser, with all of this knowledge, decides my time is worth less than hers and she can turn me away from an appointment.  Fat. Fucking. Cunt. Fuck you.  Did I fucking mention she wears a FitBit? Yea, that's right. I don't know what the fuck she uses it for, but she fucking wears one. Its sure not for counting calories. I'm literally paying for her gluttony(and expensive toys she can't use properly) through my tuition, but she can't take 15 minutes to get off her fat ass and help me PICK OUT MY FUCKING CLASSES. Well, I'm barred from picking out classes until next week, so I won't get any of the classes I want. Fuck. /rant EDIT: My mother and I have been talking to people about this issue and I'm getting my adviser changed. No word on repercussions for hammy.