The Kabuki Play 3

Kabuki is a traditional form of Japanese theater that portrays the lives of people who lived during the Edo period (1600-1868). While it's subject matter is primarily historical, Kabuki's extraordinary spectacles of color and sound through acting, dancing and music still symbolize contemporary life.

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HISTORY OF "THE KABUKI PLAY"

  • The original "Kabuki Play" writings exposed a brash inner monologue as I struggled through the trials and tribulations as a college student. Broken friendships, irritating dorm-mates and akward trips home between semesters kicked off the first "Kabuki Play" series. However, college didn't last forever and "the real world" was right around the corner with drama ten fold.
  • "The Kabuki Play 2," a darker and more disturbing account, told the unsettling story about my first job after graduating from college, it being one of the biggest trainwrecks in the history of "The Kabuki Play." After being caught in the middle of 10 consecutive firings in less than two years and being stuck with four pisspoor bosses, I decided that I'd had enough. So, I quit my job and cut off all the negativity in my life, and moved two hours away from home to start my life over.
  • With a new job, my own apartment and a new beginning, "The Kabuki Play 3" picks up where the second series left off and revisits my inner monologue as I try to leave the past behind me and spread my wings.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

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.

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