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.

Friday, January 13, 2006

That Lying, Manipulating Bitch

WOW. All I can say is ‘WOW’.
Tuesday of last week, my “boss” called me into her office—yet again—with more complaints. I knew I was in trouble from the look on her face. Whenever she has a meeting with HER boss, she comes back to me with something I’m doing wrong.

At first I wasn’t “busy enough” and then I wasn’t “as accommodating and helpful as I should be.” But, she told it to me in a way where it just didn’t sit right this time. She claimed that the department VP (her boss) said that I wasn’t performing but, I KNEW she was lying.

Her story didn’t add up. The worst of the two being that I refused to help her white out a paper she was working on. She claimed that I simply sent her to the supply closet and left her hanging. Not true. There was more to the story than she was telling, which sent me into a rage.

That lying, manipulating bitch.

To make matters even worse, she tried to sneakily attack me during a staff meeting the following day. A coworker and I had written a memo that was distributed campus-wide, which set guidelines and procedures for print production and event planning. Ironically, she complimented me about it just weeks before, but she all of a sudden had a problem with it the next day.

She was very nasty and crude about criticizing the “resistant” and “unaccommodating” nature of the memo. In reality, it was professionally written and geared to allow the Development Department betters serve the campus. Constant last-minute jobs and poor planning don’t make for an easy day for ANYONE.

Little did the dumb bitch know, the VP had read, approved and agreed with the memo and I wasn’t the only one who wrote it. So, some coworkers came to my defense while I remained silent. Things got a little heated and people started arguing in my defense. Then, the VP stepped in and shut her down, but she acted as if she was in the right—asshole.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Yet ANOTHER ONE...

I don’t know why, but I feel a little down right now. It’s probably from having class, which was boring as HELL and killed my whole weekend.

I’m annoyed at the fact that from 9am-5pm (excluding an hour for lunch) on Saturday was a straight lecture with minimal breaks. I don’t know what kind of cockamamie lesson plans this teacher practices, but a 7-hour lecture is not a good way to teach material.

Manhattanville boasts of its small Graduate classes and interactive course material, but it’s all a lie. This is my third class and the second to be straight lecture. I could BARELY even pay attention this weekend. I didn’t want to be there, first of all, and my teacher was spewing strands and strands of more material than I could possibly absorb.

Today we had our written midterm, which I felt good after finishing it, but now I’m not so sure. The essay question was so freaking ridiculous and required such a long answer, that I just couldn’t bring myself to write any more after 2 hours. I was the first to finish, which still has me paranoid, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see what my grade is.

Furthermore, my “boss” managed to tick me off YET AGAIN last week and I’m not looking forward to seeing her big, ugly face again this week. Bitch drove me crazy going back and forth fine-tuning an ad that appeared in the Journal News.

Not only did she refuse to write the copy for it—she ACTUALLY outsourced it—she’s be out of the office for pretty much the past 2 weeks! My coworker has been sick, leaving me to fly solo for most of the week and the bitch has the nerve—THE NERVE—to request that I design ANIMATED WEB BANNERS IN 1 DAY. I even sensed some frustration from her when I didn’t have the time to make a follow-up call to an advertising agency we use

First of all, I don’t have the software to do that, nor do I have the time. What pisses me off is how she doesn’t seem to care or understand my workload. No empathy or willingness to help me.

Triflin’ bitch. Yet ANOTHER ONE...