No One to Ask

After the success of completing the student experience piece, a 24 page booklet, it soon became time to focus on the college view book.

As usual, things are off to a slow and unorganized start and it was time to hire a photographer to update the image archive.

Spring break start this week and spans for two weeks, so of course, they wanted to have pictures taken last week… starting on Wednesday… my birthday.

They threw a nice party for me, but decided to combine 3 parties into one, so it wasn’t solely for me.

I was hoping to end Wednesday around 5, so I can at least go home and enjoy my birthday, but I didn’t get home until 9:30. Thursday ended around 10:30 and Friday ended at 9:30. It was a long week.

Even though people in my department KNEW I was going to be out of the office escorting the photographer around, that didn’t stop people from assigning me last-minute tasks while I was out. That made me angry.

They know I am out working long hours while doing the College a service. Yet, they have no problem giving me more and more work to do when I can’t be there to do it. There are 2 other designers in the office, yet I was targeted. How does that make sense?

Already frustrated with the stresses of coordinating a three-day photo shoot, the few minutes I had to spare late Thursday was spent in my office and checking my e-mail. My boss walks in to talk to my office-mate, doesn’t even look at me and leaves.

Once I waas sure she was gone, I turned around to my office-mate, who was busily typing, and sarcastically said, “Oh, HI BOSS. How was your day?” He laughed, because he knew how fucked it was that she ignored me like that.

It was straight-up insensitive to ignore me like that, you know? At least check in to see if I need help. At least PRETEND that you’re interested in how the past 48 hours went… What makes me sick is to this day, she hasn’t said a word to me.

Granted, she might be busy and she might be stressed, but come on… you would think she would be interested in what was photographed—it directly affects her job…

On Friday, while I was running around campus in torrential rains, I slipped and fell down the motherfuckin’ stairs. It was by higher acts of God that my head landed on the photographer’s foot, which broke my fall. I could have been dead had I landed wrong.

I didn’t get hurt, although I think I pulled some upper back muscles, but I was PISSED OFF; mad from the fell; angry from the long hours; tired; hungry and feeling unappreciated.

I literally busted my ass for no one to check up on me and no one to ask “how are you?”