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...

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