I Work with BITCHES

No, I REALLY do! The amount of thoughtlessness, disrespect, stupidity, and incompetence at this place is frightening and 90% lives in the Career Services department (of all places).

The idiots over there wanted some posters to advertise a meeting for one of their programs. After it took longer than it should have to get approved by the higher powers that be, it turned out that they had a poor showing and wanted more posters for a later dated meeting. Fine.

Well, one of the dumb bitches over there sent me THE WRONG INFORMATION for the new poster. Not only that, but she IGNORED the proof I sent her before printing, wh ich was her LAST fucking CHANCE to make changes and catch any mistakes before I sent it to the printer.

Oblivious to the error, I gave them the new posters Wednesday morning, but they didn't tell me there was a mistake until 3:30pm. Having sent me the wrong information and ignoring the chance to save themselves from error, they requested that I redo them quickly.

HOLD_UP—WAITTA MINUTE!

Stop… Let’s THINK.

*You stupid-ass incompetent bitches that don’t have an OUNCE of brain your thick ass skulls have the audacity to sit there on your fat asses, send me botched information, and expect me to get new posters produced quickly? OH HELL_NO.*

Then, at about 4:30pm, I find out they want 70 press kits within 24 hours. The bitches knew all fucking week they’d need these materials, but they didn’t inform me until the end of the day AND THE DAY BEFORE. Making press kits requires gathering the materials, printing last minute stuff and finding the
man-power to put them together!

They should have given me AT LEAST a week to do this, but the bitches run so wild and repugnant over there, it comes as no surprise. To make matters WORSE, I sat around all day with my thumb up my ass because our idiot staff writer did not do a thorough job with mandatory portion of the presskit.

Thanks to some trusty student works, we got them done, and I wasn’t about to help the bitches load the two heaping box fulls into her car. Mm-mmm nope!

BOY, I tell you… I really am not a sexist person, but women are REALLY battin’ 1,000 in my book! Pffft... BITCHES.

Vacation's OVER!

You would think that after a week’s long vacation, I would be able to EASE back into work. Not exactly. With a blockhead for a boss, things managed to fuck up before I even turned on my computer Monday morning.

The worst time she could have POSSIBLY picked, the bitch decided to take a week vacation upon my return. This week marked the beginning of the busiest time of year… the Spring semester.

I had about 15 e-mails from her, 3 of them made sense, and she left a rather vague 2-page itinerary of things that had to be completed for the week: 2 brochures and a summer-school catalog. To make a long story short, this fucking IDIOT half-assed her work and failed to do some SIMPLE things that could have gotten things done earlier. Oh no, but this idiot doesn’t THINK THAT FAR AHEAD.

The minute I set foot back in that place, I was being tugged left and right and I couldn’t catch a fucking BREAK. I already had that damn itinerary to worry about, as well as shit that piled up fro the week I was away ON TOP OF shit that idiot-box failed to complete.

To make matters worse, she put our new senior publicist in charge to work with the (outside) graphic designer, who is a 24 carat bitch (GO FIGURE). I was put in charge of getting quotes from the print vendors.

Well, it would have been fine if the graphic designer wasn’t such an unprofessional, sloppy, and irritating bitch. Her negative attitude, lack of a professional manner, and carelessness created drama between her and the new publicist as well as with me.

Her idea of being professional is sending us sloppy and unfinished files, insisting being done by 4pm so she can leave, and raising her voice to the new publicist to cover up her backpedaling and mistakes. THIS IS WHY I choose not to deal with her.

I can tell the bitch doesn’t like me because I allegedly take work from her and I’m causing her “to lose money.” First of all, the bitch is a freelancer and should have no say in what work I receive. The worst part is, my boss is her ‘’friend’’ and can do no harm in her eyes.

I really, really, really, don’t want to start having to be ghetto, but these people are driving me nuts and I don’t think I care if it gets me fired.

The Bahamian Adventures

I just came back for a phenomenal trip to the Bahamas with my best friend, Tori, from Springfield. With 7 days of pure sunshine and 80+ degree weather, I could NOT ask for more. Manhattanville was driving me up the fucking wall and I just needed to get away. I quickly forgot that hellhole at the sight of the teal blue water and sandy beach.

Jackie and her boyfriend Sammy met up with us later that Sunday of our arrival, but Tori and I wasted no time and sat on the beach until check-in time at 4:00pm.

Across the street from our hotel was the party beach, where tons of spring breakers burnt themselves from spending hours under the sun. Various hair-braiding and alcoholic beverage vendors outlined the beach, with a DJ stage on the far end, blasting the same played-out hip hop tunes all week long.

Our hotel was slightly ghetto, but not bad for what it was worth. I can deal with a fucked up shower, but the poor location next to a busy street was a little aggravating, especially with the Bahamian bikers and their loud ass motorcycles. At least it was away from the packs of stray dogs that littered the streets late into the night.

The food was ridiculously expensive and disappointingly Americanized for my expectations. The Bahamian cuisine doesn’t have much variety: red snapper, grouper, conch, peas and rice, and on occasion, plantain are all of your options. Most nights, we went to places like Hard Rock and Sbarro (oddly enough). For your information, stay away from conch whenever possible, but definitely go for the daiquiris! Mmmmm mmm. I had my fair share of banana ones!

Three nights of clubbing brought on some great things. I finally got a chance to get my dance on (since nobody wants to do it around HERE) and I sure as hell TORE IT UP. Again, sick of the hip-hop scene, I managed to hear a few house mixes throughout the week so I was happy. “Shake that aaaaaaass bitch and let us see what’chu got!” is STILL stuck in my head.

One of our day trips included snorkeling at the privately owned Rose Island; a lot cleaner and quieter than our normal beach. Let me tell YOU, I am not a swimmer, but I had gone out at least 50 yards into the middle of the 15-foot-deep ocean. I had flippers and a floatie on, but the stamina you need to float and swim is ridiculous. Nonetheless, it was amazing to see the tropical fish no more than just inches swimming beneath me. The water there must have been just as warm as the air temperature.

Tori, Sammy, Jackie and I had gone parasailing a couple of days later. Well, at least Tori and Sammy went parasailing. Jackie and I were forced (against our first preferences) to go on a speed boat to get to a slightly larger boat that was conducting the parasailing. There was no way in hell I was going to be tethered to a boat and released into the air so I stayed aboard. It was fun to watch them at least and I’d never been on a speed boat before so it was definitely worth the experience.

The word on the street is true. Yes, two different gay Bahamian men hit on me two days in a row. One of them had the nerve to follow us back to our hotel after a night of clubbing -- THINKING he was gonna get some. Obviously people can’t get certain things thru their thick heads. You’ll have to ask Tori for the details ‘cuz quite frankly, I’d rather not think about it anymore.

I can’t even tell you how many people thought I was a native Bahamian. Several tried speaking Creole to me, and were surprised to find out that I didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about let alone that I’m from the States. Not only that, just about everyone thought that Tori and I were a couple, but that didn’t stop me from tapping some random guy on the dance floor and telling him to dance with her! Sorry folks! What happened in the Bahamas, STAYS in the Bahamas! I will say nothing more.

With my luck, I got sick on the second day. The conch fucked up my stomach, which lasted for about a day (thank God), and then I got a really bad sore throat that turned into a sinus infection, which then turned into a cough, and then a bloody nose on the plane ride back. I knew it was coming. I never have 100% good experiences with anything (something always goes wrong). Despite my illness, it didn’t ruin my vacation as each thing wasn’t severe.

Before we knew it, the vacation was over. It was a long week and neither one of us felt cheated or at a loss, so I can’t complain. The next day at Manhattanville is another ENTRY in ITSELF.

Go to http://photos.yahoo.com/chinatownchaos for photos.

Grad School

Well I started graduate school this weekend. What an interesting experience.

First of all, I can’t stand the people in the class. There is this one woman (probably in her late 40’s), who is an annoying know-it-all and won’t SHUT THE FUCK UP. She interrupts the professor every 5 minutes with useless bits information and incidents from her life to let us all know how wonderful and smart she is. She likes to constantly prove the professor wrong and drag random conversations in the MIDDLE of a lecture to an extreme. She seems to be one of those goody-two-shoes bitches that wants an A in the class SO BAD that she’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Then we have an EXTREMELY large woman, who, by the way, was STANK LIKE WHOA TODAY, that is also a blabber mouth. Although she’s not as annoying as the know-it-all, her daily sob stories about her ailing parents and chaotic family life have become monotonous and almost cliché. Great! So now we have someone with bad hygiene and in search for sympathy. Again, someone that doesn’t really have anything of value to contribute to the class.
Lastly, there is another black dude in the class, maybe in his mid 30’s. I don’t even know what to really say about him. He’s a cornball. PERIOD.

That’s just the beginning. I like the professor. I don’t like the material. I don’t know what kind of idiots are running the Graduate and Professional Studies department, but they made this program (Management Communications) seem like something else.

Based on the material from this class (Overview in Communications Management), I can tell you right now that it’s not the direction I want to go. This program is geared towards the stages BEFORE it gets to the graphic/web designers and promoters. It’s the research, planning, and vision supporting jobs that come before the marketing. I think what I want is Marketing and Communications, not management. Of course this program doesn’t HAVE that.

Here we go again. I really don’t want to continue with the program if it’s not what I’m interested in doing. Yeah, it might be beneficial for me to have a masters, but what would I waste my time for? I’m better off taking some computer science classes that I didn’t get to take at Springfield… some classes in database programming for the web or some shit. I think that’s what I’ll do.

Another Year

Another year has slipped away and my 23rd birthday hit me in the face on Monday. For one thing, getting older and still having no satisfaction out of this life of mine is sickening.

Those who gave a SHIT, remembered and at least called; I really appreciate them for it. My office threw a small party for me with balloons, gifts, and a birthday cake with lit candles. They really went ALL out, which helped to take my mind off things! I REALLY can’t remember the last time someone (aside from me and my parents) has done ANYTHING like that for my birthday.

But you know what? I’m NOT gonna trip. The athletics department wants to take me out to lunch for all my hard work I’ve done for them and my boss (who I’ll get to in a minute) also wants to take me out so I will be celebrating ALL week! In addition to that, I got some great gifts and more on the way so WHAT-EVER.

That’s ENOUGH about me. The staff writer position, from the guy they paid to leave, and the publicist position, from the other guy they fired several weeks ago, have already been filled (believe it or not). The 2 women who took the position aren’t really getting along. As my boss puts it, the “chemistry isn’t there.”

Apparently, my boss hired one of the girls for the staff writer position fulltime. I’ll refer to her as “C”… Now, C was made to believe that she was fulltime, but a few days after she started, my boss changed her mind and decided to make her a temp. The reason being is to basically give C a “test drive” if you will… It’s been about 3-4 weeks since C started and she’s been temping this whole time, thinking she was going to be hired fulltime. So she’s being strung along and no decisions were being made.

I think it was yesterday where my boss decided to put the position back on the market and begin accepting resumes again… She told C that she can apply for the position if she wants. Basically, my boss is using her to get work done and now she wants to get rid of her by opening up the position…

How are you going to tell a person one thing and then DO ANOTHER?? That poor girl got screwed…