So, the director of the department and the director of disability services talked to me.
No biggie. Just had to basically tell them that I'm not sucidal. Just coming home after a bad doc's appointment to angry e-mails doesn't make for a good day when you're already depressed, stressed, and pissed off.
The director of the department told me to not meet with my group members - without telling them. Just told me to send an email to them telling them I wasn't feel well. Well, one member did not buy it and called me EIGHT times. The first time was on teh bus and the second time was while at the store. There was a kids yelling and singing loudly in the soap (all I needed was Dawn!). Well, I can't talk on the phone, trying to buy something, and block out the noise.
The damn "team" member already knew I was not feeling well. I told her I did not have the slides in front of me and told her that I sent her, in e-mail, what sections she was to do.
She called me twice in the store. I told her specifically that I wanted to get home before I did anything. At this point, I was at the point of snapping again (there was a reason why I was told not to go to the meeting!).
She called me THREE more times on the way home. I even ran across the highway on a red light because she wouldn't stop calling. So, I screamed at her that to leave me the fuck alone and I'd be home in twenty minutes. I did not like her attitude and she was being rude.
I then wrote her a snippy e-mail telling her that she better have read all twenty articles for the slides she wanted to do, because I did not want any negative responses like what happened during the draft review presentation (I also had this member in my poster presentation and she totally screwed the team over; she had brought a stack of papers that she had shared with neither I or the other team member and rambled for like 10 minutes - totally unprepared).
Well, she got pissed because a.) I didn't show up to the meeting and b.) I was CC-ing all the emails to the director of the department (which I was told to do). She basically called me a drama queen, a martyr, and accussed me of trying to control the presentation (I am, no question there - I was basing the presentation on familiarity, which meant I would have done 3/4 of the presentation). I left it alone at that and wrote an e-mail to the professor, director of the department, AND director of the disability services asking to do another grant proposal over the weekend, but no deal

I have to do the stupid presentation with my slacker team mates on Monday.
If she tries to talk over me, I will just talk louder.
I would have to say that have a really, really hot bath with anti-stress epsom salts, an anti-stress facial mask, and a mudslide, I'm feeling pretty good tonight. All warm and relaxed.
I am seriously thinking of writing an e-mail to the team member who was so rude. May be explaining the entire situation would make her feel like slime for being so rude. Then again, I don't really care. Monday is my last class.
- Serenity