Why Are You Such A Fucking Moron?

This is a common sense, we get 22 vacation days every year thing. Therefore, if you only take 7 vacation days, you will not have used up all 22 days.
And you're trying to blame it on HR for not telling you? Last I checked, we were responsible for keeping track of our own vacation days. And there is a record online, but *gasp* you have to do mathematical calculations to convert from hours to days [horrors!]. Of all the things to be upset about with our craptastic HR department, something that is your own damn lazy fault is not one of them.

Seriously, you've worked here for at least 5 times as long as I have, how have you not figured out that you need to use up your vacation days yet? How have you made it this far entirely dependant upon HR to calculate what's left for you?
We start out with 22 days. More if you had some carryover (max: 6 days). When you take a vacation day, subtract from that. Then you will know how many vacation days you have left. If the end of the fiscal year is approaching and you have more than 6 days left, you'd best use those suckers up.

Whether they send you a form about it or not, whether they hold your hand and walk you through the process or not-- because guess what? I'm fairly certain they don't give a flying rat's ass if you should wind up losing some of your vacation days. That means more time spent working for the University, instead of getting paid to slack off at home.

If I Were A [Rich] Man

So, one of my tires is significantly low, and the other three could use a little air themselves, and what is a girl to do?
Bust out her handy air compressor, of course.
Of course, it's a crappy, cheap air compressor that takes for freakin' ever, but that's neither here nor there.
In the midst of my inflation shenanigans, a guy (on his way to his car) asks me if everything is all right. Which is nice of him, I guess, supposing that everything were not all right. But I can't help wondering if he would have asked had I been male and doing the exact same thing.

So I just tell him I'm fine and move on to the next tire, and he drives away, and I'm thinking, I can change a tire, bitch. Sure, I have to stand on the handle of the bolt-thingee for leverage purposes, and sure, I just called it a bolt-thingee cuz I don't know it's real name, but yeah, I think I can handle shoving some nozzle thingummer onto this release valve doodad and flipping a switch.