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!

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