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.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Since She's Been Gone

An awkward transition period at best, there WAS NO real functional exit. In her own little world, she never really gave me or my coworker an effective training before she took her leave. But, I can already tell that it’ll get better.

Until they find her replacement, I’m now in charge of bills, managing outside consultants (to a degree), and directly working with “clients” for their production and printing needs. In a way, I don’t mind the extra work. For starters, things won’t sit on that bitch’s desk for 3 weeks before it finally gets to me at the 11th hour. Now that I have more ownership, things will get done and in a timely fashion.

This is now my opportunity to reshape the Communications department and create a well-oiled machine, something that bitch neglected to do. Things are already starting to work for the better. Not to quote a Kelly Clarkson song, but since she’s been gone, I can BREATHE for first time. I cannot wait until she is officially out of town.

I was allowed to purchase a new desk, which has given me more space to actually have 2 computers and still leave room for paper work. I’m scheduled to have my PC installed tomorrow.

With her out of the picture, I can already feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders. I don’t feel like I’m walking on egg shells all the time and constantly under a critical eye. I still have some damages and trauma she’s caused me to get through, like confidence, but time heals all wounds, right?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

The Countdown

It’s going on 3 weeks since my boss announced her unexpected resignation. There is still no replacement for her position and neither I nor my coworker are eligible to take her position. Even if I was, I wouldn’t want it and neither does my coworker.

It’s all very strange. As much as she is hated campus wide, nobody has really approached me about her resignation. I figured people would want the details—the dirt—or my point of view on the whole situation, , but no one has really come out to ask for any of that. It’s only when I bring it up where people will talk.

This is how rumors start—someone told me that the school’s Vice Presidents were CHEERING in the faculty dining hall over her resignation. The Vice Presidents…

I’ve gotten a few “congratulations” and “I’m so happy for you” comments, which are nice because only reinforces the support I have around campus.

She has created a very unhealthy and uncomfortable relationship with her coworkers and especially her employees. As much as she beats down her employees, it doesn’t matter how strong you are because her repetitive negativity and passive aggressive snide comments will make any one crack.

It’s been especially difficult for me the past 15 months because I’ve had to keep my mouth shut. As much as I wanted to tell the bitch off, I couldn’t. This crazy, psycho, bitch that is so out of her mind has stripped us of every bit of hope, confidence, and enjoyment of work.

1. She stifles my creativity and bases her critiques of my work in comparison to that of a freelance graphic designer.
2. She SAYS she works 10am to 6pm, but in reality, comes to work at 10:30am and leaves at 4pm everyday. Not to mention her frequent bathroom and coffee breaks, which last for up to a half an hour.
3. She uses her “always feel free to come talk to me” policy as a trap—anything you say can and will be used as ammo against you.
4. Her arguments, accusations, and logic are not grounded and based on hearsay instead of research, facts, and experience…

...And that’s only the beginning of her reign. It’s obvious… I’m emotionally exhausted and very optimistic of her departure and now I can focus on patching up my fractured esteem and my newfound fear of authority, all of which are a direct result of her actions. Fucking bitch—good riddens.