...And It's Only Monday

As I suspected, this week started off with a bang. In fact, this whole month so far has been a disgrace. People seem to think it’s perfectly okay to blame ME for THEIR mistakes.
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Printing a simple Reunion invitation that goes to thousands of alumni and parents of current students became more of a catastrophic production when the Director of Career Services, also a 24-carat bitch, and HER boss, failed to THINK. Apparently, you need a Goddamn Ph.D. just to THINK.

It was all a matter of putting the written phrase “Catholic Mass” in the invitation. Should we or shouldn’t we? Well, nobody was communicating and nobody was making the decision… the one person who stepped up was given permission to make a decision; he made it, told me to make the change, I did what I was told, and then sent the invitation to the printer.

Now, all of a sudden, “Reunion Mass” was “even worse” and the blame is being shifted over to me because “nobody saw a final PDF.” Not that seeing a final PDF had anything to do with it, but I guess it’s my fault by default because I was the last person to “touch” the file.

It’s people like that who make my job 20 times more difficult because they can make last-minute changes to no end—never mind deadlines and never mind considering an unobtainable perfection—and never take responsibility for their actions.

The Director of Career Services saw the invitation several times and didn’t catch all of the mistakes the first time around, nor did anyone catch the “Catholic Mass” controversy. My God… what is this world coming to if people don’t understand the urgency of time-sensitive materials? Some just can’t even comprehend—
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The hairs on the back of my neck stand when the Sports Information Director, who has got to be one of the most irritating and mindless idiots I have ever had to work with, peers over my cubicle. I can barely stand the sound of his nonsense bubbling from a grating mid-western accent.

IF I’m lucky, he’ll at least call me before “stopping by,” but I’m hardly ever so lucky. ‘Screw the idea of setting up an appointment with someone who barely has time to take a shit during the day. I’ll just come over…’ What pisses me off is how he expects me to stop what I’m doing and cater to his needs above and foremost, most of which are ludicrous and depthless ideas thought up on a whim.

He’ll give me the information (copy and images) piece-meal and take his time in the process, then expect me to “whip” out a poster in 3 hours or less. Only a stupid jack-ass pulls a stunt like this.
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I get that pre-diarrhea feeling when our freelance graphic designer, who does not work in-house, seemingly manipulates my boss into thinking I’m not doing my job. As of late, she’s been complaining about every little thing I do: from scanning images with fingerprints on them, to sending images with the wrong resolution, to sending poor image scans, to not renaming files from the digital camera…

Instead of directly coming to me with these things, she goes to my boss and complains behind my back. First of all, if she wants something done right, she should do it your Goddamn self. How DARE her complain when I am doing her a favor. Bitch.

And of course, as imbecilic as my boss is, she believes the first thing she hears and jumps to conclusions. Instead of discussing, she accuses and claims I was “a tad defensive” in my e-mail to her. Umm… YEAH actually I AM. I am sick and tired of taking all the heat and blame for this “designer’s” fuck-ups and mishaps. God forbid; if she continues to be a snaky, cunty little bitch, I hope and I PRAY that she will one day say the wrong thing and feel the wrath of my ferociously venomous tongue.

As for the boss, she better wake the hell up and smell the coffee. I am not the one.
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I am HIGHLY disgusted with the college’s webmaster right now, who apparently is a big fuck up and unable grasp idiot-proof instructions. Twice this month already he’s royally fucked up and played dumb to get out of his own pile of shit he managed to step in.

I’ve always been a decent bullshitter detector and I knew for sure he was gasbag when he tried to blame me for his unintentional launch of the My Soldier website… think about that. Several weeks ago, the Alumni department and I asked him to make some changes to the Alumni website, but now claims he “couldn’t remember and didn’t know.” Now, I am not one to lie when I screw up, but COME ON.

Yet another dimwit that refuses to accept responsibility for his actions. I especially love it when he insults my intelligence and tells me how to be a web designer. That’s just the icing on the cake.
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In a workplace full of fucking idiots, I just don’t know what the hell to do anymore. I was so disgusted today, I wasn’t hungry enough to eat lunch. On the bright side, I feel better now having said what I had to say. It’s real. It’s how I feel… and I don’t GIVVA FUCK. Fuck Mondays and FUCK THE PEOPLE IN IT.