So Heavily Disgusted Part I

The past couple of weeks have been so fucking unbelievable, I can’t even think straight.

First of all, I am getting sick and tired of everyone and their mother coming to me with work assignments. There are two other designers in this department, yet people seem to only ask me to do everything.

Granted, it’s probably because I’m competent and work quickly, or at least I’d like to think, but for Christ’s sake, I’m not Superman.

Management does not seem to have an oversight over what’s on my plate. I find myself frequently overwhelmed because the department’s work assignments aren’t evenly distributed. In other cases, I’m under utilized and sit for days with absolutely NOTHING to do. There is no in between. It would help if the work flow was not streamlined and not scattered or poorly coordinated.

For some reason, my job catches the larger projects; miscellaneous booklets and websites, most of which are for the Admission department. Obviously, the larger a project is, the more time it takes to complete. Working fast is one of my strengths, but sometimes I wish people would realize that I cannot handle several big projects in a rush. I just don’t work that way.

On top of people’s poor judgment, I manage two student interns, who require a lot of attention—especially when I have to go back and “tweak” their work. I also help maintain the College’s recently-launched new website. Furthermore, I’m constantly being asked to take pictures because people are too afraid or too lazy to do it themselves and I am getting sick of being pulled and tugged in 18 different directions.

Most of the time, my assignments don’t funnel through a proper line of command. Instead, people come to me directly, when they really should secure approvals through management FIRST.

I end up having to redo most of my assignments at least twice and sometimes completely, because nobody THINKS. A simple established standard or system would help, but people don’t think. They are oblivious to deadlines and time.

An hour can make a difference. A day can delay me three.

When people don’t think, time is wasted and when time is wasted, deadlines pass. THAT’S when people have the nerve to look at me like it was my fault. I’ve already been looked at twice for mistakes in my past couple of projects that were not my fault. I was even told “not to let it happen again.” Why is it that I’m always the one that has to pick up the pieces when the shit hits the fan?

Every goddamn project is late. Nobody completes ANYTHING when they say they will and there are too many fucking cooks in the kitchen. I wish people would cut the shit and GET IT TOGETHER!

God, sometimes I feel like I’m right back up in Manhattanville!