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.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Will I Get a Raise?

Damn, I haven’t written in a while. Things are as crazy and chaotic as usual. Now that my brother doesn’t have school anymore, he thinks it’s necessary to talk on the phone and have his friends over all hours of the night when I’m trying to sleep. It’s unbelievable how inconsiderate and selfish people are…

Things aren’t much better at work. The moment of truth happened on Tuesday when I asked my boss—Queen of Idiosyncrasy—for an hourly pay raise. For the most part it went well. In any case, it’s ultimately not her decision, but she did try to shut me down a few times and told me what I was asking for was very high (as if I didn’t already fucking know). I don’t know if this bitch realizes it, but I DESERVE a fucking raise and every penny I’m asking for. I do way to much for that place to be making peasantry pennies.

(Not that money is everything) sometimes there comes a point in life where you just have to know how much you’re worth.

Despite the little pushback I got from her, I stood my ground and went over the proposal to make sure there was no confusion as to who does what. The beautiful thing about my job is: no one can ever say “Brandon doesn’t do anything.” Not even her. The output is there; it’s physical and visual: it’s on the web, or printed on a piece of paper, hanging up on a wall, or being sent to thousands of alumni.

When this bitch acts like I’m not doing my job, I silently give her the finger-snap.

This bitch tried to dump some PR publicity shit on me today. Since that’s not my expertise, nor my job description, she backed herself into a corner trying to blame me for her responsibilities. I don’t know why this bitch tries to play games. I’m the last person she should do that to.

It’ll be interesting to see what happens in the next couple of weeks because I’ve been hearing from the grapevine that the upper powers that be are keeping a close eye on her. Maybe her days are numbered. There is only one thing that’s a bigger bitch than she is… that’s karma.

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