Kafkaesque???

So, I recently applied to tutor English and ESL at my university, and I go in to the appropriate office today to drop off required transcripts, and to check on any other needed items. It turns out that they state they don't have my application. When they show me what one looks like, I realize I did in fact complete it, quite extensively, and have already turned it in. I tell them to look for it, as I put a lot of work into that, and if they don't find it, then I'll do a new one. Well, when I get home, "Dewey" (a smarmy little bastard if there ever was one) from this office, has left a message telling me that they may want me just to do a new one, so that they don't have to "continue wasting their time" (direct quote) in looking for it. In fact, instead of applying for English/ESL tutor (an open position), which I have already been deemed qualified to tutor in by the process and by the appropriate authorities, he advises me to apply for the position of Anthropology tutor (a position which does not exist, there being no demand for it). Can you believe it? He knowingly advised me to apply for something that does not exist, so that when they received my "new" application, they could then file it away, and be done with both me and with any question as to the degree of competency that exists within their office.

When I went in to their office initially, at 1pm today, it was closed, and the lights were turned off. The sign said, "Out To Lunch" (appropriate, now that I think about that more), and believe me, it's not the first time that I've been there during business hours where, for usually unnamed reasons, they simply seem not to be open, though they advertise conventional 9-5 business hours. I tried to communicate a few of these issues to the "supervisor" on duty, but it was truly like I had landed upon the surface of Mars, and I was speaking a language called "English", while she was was speaking "Glibbity-Glorbb", or whatever language the Martians speak. People live so long within their incompetencies, that eventually they can only speak the language of their fellow surrounding incompetents; "X-ron dorf, gibbity-goo, yarchronic chnorf tabb!" I did manage to communicate back to her a, "chnrontif gleeb yacar Dean of Schools haruf marg I will be contacting haroof miyarg glarb! I really do hope that she caught on to that, but it's probably doubtful; too much English, and not enough "incompetentese"!

"With ignorance and arrogance, success is assured."
-Mark Twain