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.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

The Discussion

Ironically, the day after I wrote the “So Heavily Disgusted Part II” blog, one of my supervisors wanted to discuss a few things over lunch.

She sat me down and seemed concerned about my morale—as she should have been. She brought up some issues that I had posted the day before. She very well may have read this blog.

In any case, it was nice to hear that she wanted to me to be happy and successful at the College and seeing that she opened the door for discussion, I spilled my concerns.

By the end of the day, all I want is clear direction and some freedom, but what I experience is anything but. All I ask is that they don’t blame me because I’m the last in line and don’t treat me like a peon because I’m the youngest in the office.

It’s disgusting how often my name comes up when something goes wrong… and it is usually not my fault.

I find it frustrating that I was hired for my “young” perspective and fresh ideas—or so I was told—yet, sometimes I can’t even have the final say about the boldness of a font, for example. I am told I can run with things, yet forced to make decisions about my designs that I don’t want to make and hovered over as if I’m not mature enough to carry a project from start to finish.

I’m practically given little to no time to complete my projects with little direction. I can work fast, but I can’t work fast with hardly any instruction.

Mid Friday, I finally receive the text for this view book, and while I was configuring the design, I was happy and in a good mood. All I want to do is design. Leave me out of the bullshit.

Finally, by Friday afternoon, my [immediate] department sat down to review what I had completed for the College’s view book. It was well received for the most part, which was a huge relief. However, it was at that time where I realized that I would be designing to revise for the rest of my stay at this job.

In other words, things can’t progress until the design is seen because people can’t visualize and/or understand when text becomes TOO MUCH. Dangerously enough, it hurts the process when people don’t understand that I can’t do my job if I don’t get any fucking text.

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