Could life be any more SWEET?

That fucking bitch is on vacation for the next 2 1/2 weeks!

The Second Bitch of Mville

I know I rag on my boss for being a 10-carat bitch, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. The new senior publicist she hired is definitely the second worst thing…

It’s been several months since she was hired, and I haven’t complained about her yet—mostly because the drama she creates doesn’t directly affect me—until recently where it’s been PISSING ME OFF.

She’s basically a nosey, rude, annoying, know-it-all, bitch to say the least.

For those of you who know me, it should come of no surprise when I mention my pet peeve: people who don’t mind their own BUSINESS.

There have been a plethora of times where she has eavesdropped on my conversations—which have absolutely nothing to do with her—with clients and coworkers. Yet, she’ll manage to literally run over and butt in. Not only does she NOT mind her own fucking business, but she’ll weasel her way into my shit, look like an idiot when she doesn’t know what we’re talking about, and make me lose my trail of thought.

(Very frustrating when you’re trying to conduct business!)

I especially love it when she’s walking past my desk and catches a glimpse of what I’m working on. Oh you know she’s gotta’ say SOMETHING…

Just the other day, a couple of my workers and I were discussing a logo I was creating. I had asked for their opinions, but she overheard us, ran over, and started critiquing my work. I didn’t ask the bitch for her 2 cents, yet she felt the need to give it anyway. And she was mean about it too.

She also likes to tell me how to do my job. That includes telling me how to use Photoshop and how to design… WAIT, wait, wait… Let’s think about this for a moment… She has the AUDACITY to tell ME how to use Photoshop? Okay…

Furthermore, the bitch has absolutely no manners. If I am meeting with a coworker in a closed office, she’ll waltz right in (forget knocking), sit down, start listening and chime in when she wants.

And oh my God, that laugh of hers… she sounds like a hyena and I’m NOT kidding. God I just want to smack her...

Apparently it's 1865 and I'm a SLAVE

On the day of Manhattanville’s Graduate Commencement, I was assigned the task of platform faculty seating. All commencement volunteers were instructed to attend a dinner at 5:00pm to pick up staff-only t-shirts, receive instructions, and have something to eat.

Well, the bitch was asked to send an e-mail to faculty, staff, and alumni, earlier on in the day explaining the delayed streaming of the ceremony from the website. By 4:00pm, she forgot, blamed my coworker for not reminding her, and ordered me to send the e-mail.

Since it takes an hour or more to send an e-mail to over 4,000+ recipients, it would conflict with the commencement meeting. The computer I use to send e-mails crashes, so the e-mails have to be sent in batches of 1,000. Therefore, someone needs to be present to initialize each batch.

I raised my concerns about being uninformed and left hungry for not having attended the meeting, but the bitch went on to say: “I don’t care if you don’t eat. You have to baby-sit the computer or coordinate with someone else.”

OK HOLD ON A SECOND… Your stupid mother-fucking ass FORGOT to send the e-mail, blamed someone else for your stupidity, and now you want me to miss dinner, miss receiving instruction, and starve for the rest of the night while I clean up YOUR mess?

THAT FUCKING INCONSIDERATE BITCH.

Now being denied the right to eat, I felt neglected and victimized while she proceeded to the cafeteria to eat while I stayed behind to work and clean up her Goddamn mess.

I ended up being a half an hour late to the meeting, which left me only 20 minutes. I ate so fast that I made myself sick for about a half an hour!

She did not offer to bring me back any food, help me, or thank me for staying to clean up her fucking shit. That is the shit I have to put up with... 8am-6pm.

Disaster Control Week

I woke at 7am this morning to be at Manhattanville early enough to finish my final presentation with Debbie. Class wasn’t until 9am.

As we discussed in detail last evening, I would hold the final PowerPoint presentation file on my computer. Since we both had changes to make, I made pretty clear that she was to start a NEW file and then e-mail it to me so we could drop her new slides in the master file.

Well, I get in this morning, and the stupid bitch sent me the ENTIRE presentation. Of course, it was totally different than the version I had on my computer—the one we were SUPPOSED to be using.

Not sticking to what we discussed the night before, she did more than she was supposed to: edited my slides, deleted slides, and changed the flow of the presentation. She did not communicate with me that she was doing this.

She did not allow me to have a say in the look or design of the PowerPoint, and considering that’s what I do for a living, I wanted to fix some things that were inconsistent and sloppy looking.

Once she saw the changes I made, she immediately lost her temper and proceeded to yell at me with: “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT. I spent A LOT OF TIME and effort on this and you really should NOT have done that.” I said, bitch: “First of all, I am trying to make this look consistent and nice. You changed some of my stuff too—so…” The bitch turned around and walked away!

… That fat, fucking, stankin’-ass, unemployed-BITCH had the fucking AUDACITY to conjure up an attitude with me because I was trying to help.

She let that shit sit on her shoulder for the entire morning as the continued to be curt with me. The presentation was somewhat of a disaster because she was following her presentation and I was following mine. Things weren’t exactly lined up.

As of right now, I want to quit grad school because I don’t want to be stuck in a classroom with a bunch of washed-up unemployed “professionals” who THINK they know everything. I dot need to deal with a bunch of assholes who don’t know how to behave in a classroom.

As it is now, I already have to deal with one bitch too many.

All said and done-that fat bitch can kiss my black ass and take her PowerPoint and shove it up that fat ass crack of hers. I don’t know who the fuck people think they are… I can feel my attitude coming BACK!