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LESSON ONE: Don't talk shit about people, because you never know when one of the people you're around is roommates with the person you're talking shit about.

Basically, Caitlin (the girl I mentioned before, the immature brat?) said Hilary got yelled at for making soft clay because I complained about it. False. I complained to myself, basically, and everyone complained about it, because the GRAY clay that she'd made was stiff as hell. I personally couldn't wedge it without my wrists hurting and had to switch to white clay. Hilary recently made another batch of clay and I overheard her asking Matt if he thought it was good, because everyone was complaining about her previous batch. I didn't notice what type of clay that was.

It was white. White is already soft because it lacks the grog in gray clay. White does not need further softening. I think Hilary was so busy trying to please everyone, she didn't think about this. As a result, the current white clay is TOO soft to be easily workable. I did tell Caitlin this last night at the studio: I said the gray clay had been too stiff and she made the white clay too soft as a result, but she shouldn't have. Not blaming her for anything, just stating a fact. Caitlin sounded like she agreed with me.

Heather just came in a little while ago and told me that, while she was sitting in the same room as Caitlin, Caitlin said to one of her fellow swimmers that I was basically the cause of Hilary getting yelled at. When the swimmer asked "Who's CJ?", Caitlin responded, "Oh, some 30-year-old that lives on campus." And Heather said she nearly jumped across the table to bitchslap her.

If you have beef with me, SAY SO. Caitlin better not be in the studio tomorrow, because I'm confronting her. I'm not about to take shit from a kid. And apparently she has no room to be talking smack about people, because she keeps falling asleep in a history class she shares with Heather, and Heather thinks she'll probably end up failing. She's a swimmer and they have 5am sessions, and Heather thinks it's kicking her ass. Do I feel bad? Nope.

Anyway. Fuck her. I'm not in the mood. I'm already stressed over classes, I don't need high school drama.

Current Mood: irate

For our final project in Digital Storytelling, we've broken into groups and have to pitch a story about the Kogi people in Colombia. I'm in a supergroup of six people. (The other groups have like three people in them.) We all wanted to do a children's story. I would've loved to do a children's storybook, but Annette, the resident "I love film" person, jumped on film and everyone else followed suit, so I said nothing. We're not actually MAKING the film, we're just pitching it, so it's not that big a deal. Originally we came up with the idea of a coming-of-age story following a little boy. Chosen boys are taken from their homes as infants and raised with a high priest in a cave for eighteen years, after which they're brought out of the cave to experience the sun and everything else for the first time. We had this whole idea of the caves actually being this cool underground network of tunnels, maybe even a city. In my head I saw jeweled walls and such. The problem: The boys are raised in complete darkness. Fine. Plus there's all this other stuff we talked about today in class that we hadn't really considered (they're being killed off by drug runners and ecologists spraying chemicals in their areas; have there been any kids/people who broke the rules/left the Kogi altogether; do we focus on the internal culture or the clash between internal and external).

Jack came up with a cool idea to have two characters, one Kogi, one US boy, and show them (flashing back and forth was what he said, but we could've possibly done a split-screen) as they grow from young age to eighteen, since eighteen is a common age between the two for change. People (Annette) then got it into their head that that would skew too far away from children as an audience and move more toward young adults/adults. And then we'd have to get rid of the fantasy element. And then we couldn't do it without commentary. I said it could have a moral. Stories aimed at children tend to have morals. But no, that's commentary and we can't have that, never mind the fact that it's a fictional story and not a documentary.

THEN there was the issue of how to show what this kid's going through if he's in a pitch-black cave. Lord of the Rings was brought up, specifically Shelob's lair, which as I remember it is described as being pretty damn dark, pitch black. The film isn't depicted that way. The film has things barely visible to infer darkness. We could do that. But no, it's supposed to be black. But you can't see things if it's black. I said if they were raised in the cave from more or less birth, their eyes should adjust enough to see something. At the very least, they ought to be able to sense their surroundings. This happens with fish deep in the ocean. "Now we're getting too technical," Annette and Jack said.

THAT'S YOUR ANSWER RIGHT THERE. If we're doing this from the kid's perspective, show just enough to give the audience something while leaving enough dark to infer the darkness! But no, that's too technical a thing to think about. If you don't want my ideas, just fuckin' say so. I'll sit back and doodle while you agonize.

We basically left with the instruction (from Annette) to write our own stories and bring them to class on Tuesday, and we'll pick one.

I'm seriously about done, and we've just started working. I wish I could just wash my hands of it until they get something written and hand it to me to storyboard, because that is my part in all this. I am the only one who can draw something other than stick figures, so I'm the storyboarder. I want no part of the rest of it.

This is why I don't do group projects.

Current Mood: pissed off

Before I go to bed:

Today was our final critique for Explorations in Clay. We each had to sign up for a ten-minute time slot so sit and show our stuff to/talk to Bethany. Mine was at 9:50. When I got up, Emma was sleeping. I didn't think anything of it; I thought she'd gone, come back, and gone back to sleep. Her alarm had gone off at some point, but I don't know when; I didn't check my watch. I just heard the thing and went unconscious again.

Did the critique (went very well), then brought two textbooks over to Heather and Heidi, who paid me $85. Came back to the dorm after loading my washed laundry into the dryer, and took a shower. When I reentered the room after the shower, Emma was up and getting dressed. I'd figured she wasn't dumb enough to sleep through her final (although lucky for her it was just a CRIT and not an actual test!), but I'd given her too much credit. Turns out she hadn't had an early appointment. Her appointment was at 9:10. It was 11am when I was done with my shower.

And you know what? Two hours late, no one in the room but she and Bethany, and she STILL spent the 20 minutes applying her makeup.

I told Mom about it. Mom was like, "What's wrong with that girl?" Yeah. Pretty much. Priorities? Who needs those? And she wants to transfer to another school. She better hope her teachers forgive her constant lateness. I can't imagine her grades are going to be all that great.

Anyway, good night. :D Alarm's set for eight, I might get breakfast in the morning for the first time all semester.

Current Mood: cheerful

Me: *walks in with a food container from Muddy*
Emma: You went to Muddy?
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Emma: You're going camping?
Me: Huh?
Emma: Friday, you said something about not being here on Friday.
Me: Oh, no, I'm going on a retreat.
Emma: Oh. With a club?
Me: Yeah.
Emma: Which club?
Me: AWoL.
Emma: Oh. *laugh* I have no idea.
Me: All Ways of Loving.
Emma: ... For animal?
Me: Nope, people.
Emma: ... Transgender?
Me: Everyone. Gay, straight, bi, lesbian, transgender, everyone.
Emma: Oh.
Me: *starts eating*
Emma: Is it camping?

Oh my GOD. ATTENTION SPAN OF A PUPPY. This is why I don't like talking to her. Everything you say just freaking coasts through her head and out the other side.

Also, I got back here like 40 minutes ago and she was in the shower. I left at 12:15 and she had just turned off the shower. Factor in maybe 2-3 minutes for her to get dressed. It's nearly 1pm and she's still doing her makeup. I saw Moffa on my way to Muddy, sitting outside of Sunderland Hall with an umbrella up, and when I came back he was gone... I think he either texted her and she told him to go on, or he said "Fuck it, I'm hungry" and left. (The latter isn't really him at all, but my mind totally plays it out that way.)

Rooming with Heather next year's gonna be awesome. She doesn't wear makeup, she's not a ditz, we get along far better...

Current Mood: annoyed

Do NOT work for the MTA. They will screw you every single time.

Something's gone wrong with Mom's retirement, and while she can still retire on the 12th, she'll be going from next week's paycheck (which was supposed to have been here last week, by the way, but the MTA decided not to pay anyone out on Worker's Compensation) to the end of MARCH with NO money. The MTA is trying to blame the somewhat-new girl in Human Resources, whom they say "should have known better".

This is going to be interesting. I told Mom to get the lawyer involved. We can't live on my unemployment money, and that's IF they don't decide to throw me off UI because they want to be assholes about my schooling... which I won't even know about because apparently I have to call Albany to obtain a form to send to the Special Programs Unit. (Why the HELL don't they make that form available to you when you click the radial button that says you can't work because you're in school?!) Being a state agency, they're closed, so I sent them an e-mail.

Seriously, aside from Creative Writing Workshop, my life is a big ball of stress right now. Mom's issues with money, stupid unemployment (I'm worried they won't approve me), and Prof. White shoving twelve weeks of work into a six-week class and me being two weeks behind because of sickness and technical issues. At least I get a week to write the essays. I told her earlier (but not in so many words), no way in hell was I writing BOTH in one day. I have too many potential careers to look through. But, that's what I get for switching classes and ending up with the chair of the Cooperative Education department. I'm not looking for easy, but other than the self-assessment, this class is the biggest waste of time.

Sigh. I want lots of money and a trip across the world. I just want to take a break from everything.

Got the Graphic Narrative syllabus that Prof. Mayer would have used had the class not gotten canceled. Good lord, there's a lot of work. A lot of supplies, too.

Yay for someone at NBC giving people the names of the songs on Minute to Win It. This one's pretty darn awesome, if short. 1:31?! Time for Audacity.

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Fabrizio Pigliucci - Classic One

( Feel free to skip. )

Current Mood: pessimistic
Current Music: No More Heroes 2: Psycho Soldier ~ RANK 24 Matt Helms

Either he really is an ass, or my usual easily-amused self digs a hole to the center of the earth and dives in when he addresses me. Possibly a bit of both.

Like half the staff was out yesterday when we got our paystubs, so I put them aside. I forgot about them today, because I had mine already, and Earl and Joe forgot too (pretty much everyone except Alyce and Dennis forgets, as they're the only two without direct deposit and therefore get actual checks). The boss came over...

Boss: Christina, did the paystubs come yesterday?
Me: Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot all about them.
Boss: Did I get one?
Me: ... Yeah. (I'm thinking: Um, duh.)
Boss: Oh, they sent one to me? That was nice of them. (And now I'm thinking: You're an asshole and your attempt at humor is horrible.)

And as a result of signing the sign-off sheet and seeing who had yet to sign for their stub:

Boss: Oh, but Earl's here. And Joseph's here. (Obviously trying to tell me, "They should've gotten their checks, why haven't they gotten their checks?", ignoring the fact that neither of them were at their desks at the moment. And now I'm thinking: I just said I forgot about the stubs. Go back to your office. I want my last ten minutes to be spent in peace.)

Whatever, I don't have to go back to that office until Tuesday, and I'm tempted to skip that, too.

Craig's taking his GED pre-test on Tuesday morning. It was going to be tomorrow morning, but Mom decided on Tuesday for some reason. The plan was for me to take him to the school, let him do his test, and then have Mom meet us, after which we'd go to the house. It could still be that, on Tuesday. (Well, except for the house bit. And the Mom meeting me bit.) She said I could show him the school, see if he's interested. She asked me what I thought about trying to get him into acting classes. XD She said the roleplay might do him good. He'd be better in a four-year school for that, but LaG can start him if need be. I know there's an acting class, maybe two.

Current Mood: calm

So apparently my boss is three.

I put in a leave request for tomorrow and two days in September. That was at around 12:30. Between that time and 4pm (the time I left), he approved three of Sharone's requests and didn't even bother with mine. Didn't approve it, didn't reject it, just ignored it. Was this retaliation for my not telling him that Earl was working from home for part of today? Probably. I put down on the board that Earl would be at Coalition today, but forgot to put the PM next to it.

And probably somewhere around fifteen minutes or half an hour before 4pm, he left the office. When I left, I found him standing around outside. I should have gone over to him, but I went out my usual door and left. He probably went back upstairs right after he saw me leave.

So I'm gonna go to work tomorrow. And if the powers that be bless me with a Sweet Million jackpot (I never play the game, but did today), I'll go in and give him what for. Is that million before taxes enough for life? Hell no. It's enough for now, though. More than enough for me to do what I need to do. Of course, like Joe said, I'll never win because I'll show my ass if I do.

Honestly, I would not be nearly as pissed off as I am if he had rejected the request, because you know what, I did screw up this morning, even if it was a fairly small screw-up. We're all adults here, or so I thought. It's the fact that he was obviously in his e-mail and approving other requests (because he CCs me on approvals) that's pissing me off. It also makes me feel like he was too chickenshit to actually reject something (running away when it was time for me to go), in which case he needs to grow a pair. He's like 60.

One more year of school, if all goes right. One more year, and I get to go away.

Current Mood: irate

I (along with Rani, but she's the backup) have been tagged for something at work. I was tagged by the boss, who neglected to tell me, as usual. I found out from Joseph, who explained everything, and also said there should be a backup since I'm in school and my schedule changes and blah blah blah. The boss, according to Joseph, said that if I have more work, maybe I'll come in more. (Joseph then said he wanted to say to the boss, "More like if you were out more, she'd be in more." This is also after the boss found out his previous secretary was promoted, and he said "Finally!", and Joseph nearly flew off the handle because the boss hasn't promoted ANYONE in the whole 10+ years Joseph's been there.)

Ignoring the he-notices-I'm-out-so-muchness (and Mom's remarks about it), what? I'm not out because I'm bored, I'm out because I HATE IT! WTF. Hell yeah, I'd be bored, but I have a notebook and sketchbook with me at all times and, if I'm suffering from creative blockages, TVTropes to browse, so bored how? No, dear boss, I wish that job a deadly death. Unfortunately I can't say as much because A) I have a dog to take care of, and B) the MTA STILL hasn't paid Mom.

Yeah, more work is supposed to make me like the place more. If that were true, I'd have run back to Tax as fast as my feet could carry me. Far more work at Tax than this place. By the way, the "more work" he's putting on me? Getting e-mails from people needing help with password resets or training or whatever, and forwarding said e-mails. That's it. OMG, so busy.

No, what would make me show up more would be a totally different job.

Alas.

And now Craig is online and will undoubtedly ask me "Did you get the game yet?" to which I'll say no, your grades are going further into the shitter, and he'll get pissed off and rrrrrgh. I'm going to go do my homework. If I can concentrate.

Current Mood: frustrated

So today, my dumb boss applied his stupidity to the folks at ACS. Specifically, there are four files we get from Albany, along with instructions, at a certain point in the contracts process, and we send that e-mail along with the four files to ACS (copying/pasting the contents of the e-mail so it comes from us, not from Albany, because Albany and ACS are not supposed to interact). I sent the e-mail to ACS like we always do. The BOSS came out and told me not to send the file with a memo from Anna (in Albany) to him, because ACS might try to get answers from her if they need help with something.

Several things wrong with this. One, we have ALWAYS sent ACS the files like this. Every single time. HE has done it, and if he denies it, I will pull up the damn e-mail he sent myself. Two, ACS is not so stupid that they're going to go out of their way to find out what Anna's phone number is and call her, or look up her e-mail address and e-mail her, just because her name appears in a memo that wasn't even ADDRESSED TO THEM. Three, I'm the one sending ACS the e-mail; the message comes from me, with my signature at the bottom, with my e-mail address and phone number in it. NOT Anna's/Albany's. Four, Melvin wanted clarification on something. Guess who he called? NOT ALBANY.

So I got pissed because my boss once again told me how to do my job with absolutely no basis for it other than "hurrr, I know everything!", and is a dumbass that thinks everyone ELSE around him are dumbasses. Oh, and a memo not addressed to ACS going to ACS =/= DIRECT CONTACT OMG. Fucking idiot. Anyway, needless to say, I went and bought lottery tickets directly after that, as I tend to do when I'm struck with GTFOism. If I end up staying on VRWS for the fall semester and taking a day off or something like that every week, I swear to god, my day off is going to be Friday, because he gets so. fucking. stupid. on Fridays. Everyone says this job is so great, and I feel like an idiot and almost ungrateful for hating it as much as I do when it's so hard to find jobs, but screw it. I hate it, and there is nothing that will change my mind. I wish I could go in on Monday and say someone else could have it, but I haven't hit the big jackpot yet.

And at home, my brother called Mom, and his anger is ridiculous, and he may or may not be on his way down here for the weekend again with Dad, and school is not going well again and he wants to do some homeschooling thing that Brandon does because he couldn't get along with people in school either, and I just don't even know anymore. Seriously. He makes me not want kids. I love the kid, but he swears he knows everything, and he doesn't listen, and he continually lies to us so we don't know when actual truth is coming out of his mouth, and I swear, if this had all happened a couple of years ago, maybe I'd still have Nick, because the kid thing wouldn't be a problem.

I was going to get started on my Illustration homework tonight, but I think I'll let it wait until tomorrow.

Current Mood: stressed

I've mentioned that she, for some inexplicable reason, doesn't like me, right? Okay. ( Angry ranting ahead )

Current Mood: pissed off

... it's when you're hustling for the door, and the person holding the door for their friends/family/whatever looks directly at you, and lets the door go anyway.

And that's why I don't hold the door for the Chinese in this building. They have no manners. She looked me dead in the eyes.

ANYWAY.

Term paper has been changed; now it's a report on the brain, kind of combining a term paper and the last test (which wasn't a final, since it wasn't going to be cumulative... and why does that word look weird? Spelling fail?). Many of us were concerned, and while I'd started the paper (talking out of my ass! :D) and was going to have it done by next Friday or die trying, I'm glad Prof. Vianna changed it. I think he did so also because we had to evaluate him yesterday, and while we all have a good opinion of him (except maybe Corrado--he outed himself on that one, haha), I think he was nervous about it.

Started drawing a one-point perspective street in my personal sketchbook at work, because I wanted to pratice, and maybe get a feel for what I want the large street to look like. It's a very time-consuming process, drawing all those lines and figuring out placements of buildings and such, but it's still a lot of fun for me.

The boss won't be in on Monday, again. He must have a lot of time to burn. If he takes off every Monday from now 'til the end of the year, I'll be happy, haha. Work has generally been good, though... a few arghs here and there, but nothing too bad. I think having school and homework to deal with keeps my mind off it, so I don't dwell on it as much.

Current Mood: annoyed

... and John and I were in that tiny room for at least an hour trying to get all the little bits of paper out and get the stupid thing to stop sensing paper. We pull out gobs of paper, unplug the machine and plug it back in, even spray openings with compressed air to see if something is blocking a sensor.

The boss comes by and sees us. Instead of just letting us do what we're doing, he comes in and proceeds to suggest every single thing we'd already thought of LONG before he decided to show up. Because, you know, between two perfectly-functioning brains, neither of us could think of something like unplugging the machine. (There was something else he suggested and I can't remember what it was, sadly.) He was all, "So then... there's something in the way..." WOW. Genius at work here, folks! I swear, I wanted to tell him, "[boss], go back to your desk. You're not welcome here."

And earlier he kept bugging me about a UPS package from Albany that has resumes in it, even though I kept telling him the package hadn't shown up. (And he wouldn't be waiting for those resumes so impatiently if he hadn't LET DONA'S CONTRACT EXPIRE, the freaking dumbass.) And earlier than that, he asked me if Joe had called. I said no. Not ten minutes later, he asked me again, "You said Joseph didn't call?"

"No, he didn't call."

"Well--this is his ID right here." And he pointed to Joe's ID card/keys on Joe's desk. And apparently, the thought that was supposed to occur to me and therefore make me look/feel stupid (which, I'm sure, would've been followed by him saying "You have to tell me when [so-and-so] calls") was "Oh, so he's here, okay." No. He wasn't there. His ID was there; his bag was not. He had not called. Joseph being absent-minded and leaving his ID at work does not mean there was a phone call or even a real-life Joseph in the office. I just kind of said, "Well, I guess I'll be letting him in when he gets here," and the boss left that alone, I guess because he finally realized that his logic was completely off. I have a feeling he wanted to say something about me not e-mailing the office that he was going to be a little late this morning, either. No one asked. If they asked, I'd have told them. It was not worth the e-mail because he wasn't going to be that late. He ended up coming in at a [for him] normal time.

I wanted to slap him quite a few times today. He grates at my nerves. As Mom is so fond of pointing out, it doesn't take much to get on my nerves, but I was never like this before I started working, and it's only gotten worse with this job.

Anyway, away from work... psych class was fun tonight. Lots of joking and stuff. Must say, having school to go to kills pretty much all my free time, but it's a good way to unwind.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: APH - France (CV: Masaya Onosaka) - Embrace the Tres Bien Moi

Sharone bumped us out of the conference room tomorrow. We ended up taking it back, but before the resolution, Alyce and the boss totally flipped their shit about it. I spent the entire day in a bad mood and completely unable to concentrate on reading the psych book because of it. And then after the resolution, Alyce had to bring it up when she was talking to Arnie. There was absolutely NO point in bringing it up if it was already resolved. YOU ARE IN YOUR 40s/50s. WTF. And then Joseph, toward the end of the day, was all "That was screwed up, what Sharone did, wasn't it? Wasn't it?" I told him three or four times I didn't want to hear about it anymore.

I did draw some, though. I forgot I owe Mom a picture. She wants me to draw something for her to hang in her locker at work.

I swear if I hadn't taken last Wednesday off, I'd take tomorrow off and boycott the stupid get-together thing. I hate those things anyway. And if I have my way, my name and whatever else won't matter because I'll be out of there soon.

Friggin' RRRRGH.

I have a headache. I think it's more because I'm tired and haven't had any dinner. Either that or raw tension from earlier today. At least class was good. Got a perfect score on that quiz (and the only perfect score in the class, yo) and the extra credit writing. Also, with the paper (which a lot of people, it turns out, had trouble with, not just me), if it's not that good, he'll give us feedback and let us fix it, which is awesome.

My promissory note for the loan was submitted to the school. No disbursement date yet. Still not sure if I'm going to keep the money (although I'll definitely give back the $500 unsubsidized because I really don't want to pay any interest right now, even on $500).

I'm going to sketch some more and try to keep my head from exploding.

Current Mood: cranky

Totally forgot about this upon finding mostly junk mail sitting on my bed:

We had the Operations meeting today. The plan was to get in there and get out before the boss could come in and extend the meeting with meaningless questions as he loves to do. But no, we had to have Jocelyn there. As soon as I saw him come in, followed shortly by Rudy, I knew we weren't going to get out quickly.

What should have been a relatively simple meeting turned into an hour of Jocelyn COMPLETELY NOT LISTENING. He's one of those that thinks they're right while everyone else is wrong. Everyone in the room (myself not included, because my job is to take notes, although there weren't many notes to take with all the arguing!) kept trying to tell him that he was wrong, or that something he said wasn't an issue WAS an issue, and on and on... and he contradicted himself more than once, and the WHOLE THING wouldn't have even happened if he had just told Joseph that he wouldn't answer Joe's question without first consulting his colleagues. That discussion was supposed to take 20 minutes and ended up more like 50. Then there was another thing that should've been 5 minutes and ended up 20, because once again, Jocelyn's an idiot. Seriously. Antonio used to have Jocelyn's job (Jocelyn got demoted to his current position, which Antonio had at some point), so Antonio knew everything about what Jocelyn was talking about, and told him flat out, "You have the entire process wrong." And then Joseph told Jocelyn he wasn't listening, and Jocelyn called it a personal attack. Then at the end of it all:

Joseph: I apologize if you took it personally.
Jocelyn: Oh, no, I would never take a personally.

... the fuck. Even RANI, the most mild-mannered person in the office, wanted to reach over and wring his neck by the end. She actually left the room for a few minutes just to get away from it all. And Joseph left at one point to, I think to tell the boss not to bother coming to the meeting because he really wasn't going to want to be there. The boss never did come. I doodled a little bit on my paper waiting for everyone to STFU and get on with it, because there was really nothing else to do.

I brought my digital voice recorder to work to test it out. It was sitting on the table while this entire thing went on. It starts about 15 minutes into the meeting because I forgot I had it in my pocket, but I got the entire meeting after that. I'm tempted to save it. I listened to a teeny bit of it at work to see how the recording came out, though, and it sounds good, so it should help in class.

My lower back has been bothering me since yesterday. I spent the entirety of last week sleeping on two stacked mattresses and never once had a problem. I get back to an actually BED, and my back goes stupid. Go figure. I have a Thermacare heat wrap on now. Can't say it's helping, but I love the warmth anyway.

... Oh god, please don't let this be a sciatica thing. I think that was the problem last time. NO ONE is bending my leg back, damnit. If they do, I'm sure as hell not walking on it afterward...

Current Mood: sore
Current Music: Miku Hatsune - Monochroact

What.

WHAT.

Hey, RIAA? I'mma bend over now. Kiss my ass.

And this is why I no longer buy CDs, you dumbasses.

Current Mood: bitchy

So I went into Borders today, to buy ONE book, to break the $50 bill Mom'd given me last week. (I figured I'd break it at a large store rather than, say, a place I buy lunch from.) Hopped over to the manga section, was about to pick up volume 21 of Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicle so Craig would have something new to read over the weekend... when I looked slightly to my left and saw "PHOENIX WRIGHT" in gigantic letters. On TWO books. Needless to say, I walked out of Borders having spent $30 on the two books. I'm such a geek. XD;; Craig can wait. He'll probably want to read these anyway; the comics are pretty good, although at least one art style, I'm not too fond of.

I got my $30 back at Best Buy, since my phone dropped that much in price and I was still under the (Rewards Zone Silver membership) return period of 45 days. Profits are good, but breaking even is good, too. I still shouldn't have to dip into my bank account this week, which is what I wanted.

I get paid three times next month, so one of the checks is mine, and that check IS GOING TO MY BED. No damn exceptions. If Mom starts moaning about the cable bill, she can suck on it. My bed has probably been sitting at that store for months, and I'm sure the people working there would've thought I'd abandoned it and my $140 down payment if I hadn't called them to tell them money's been stupid lately.

Sorting my jury duty stuff out. The guy said I'd never said federal jury duty, which was the first thing I'd said, but apparently it went in one ear and out the other.

Also, the boss went and told a coworker an outright lie by saying he'd told me to open the server room for some guys installing a new video phone, and then came over like, "Christina, some people need to get into the server room." (Once again, not "Can you let these people into the server room?" ARGH. STOP ORDERING ME.) I was sitting right there the entire time that conversation had place, as I had been before the conversation, and he hadn't said a thing. Either he thinks he can communicate telepathically, or he's just an idiot. I'm thinking it's the second one. 9_9; Don't sit there and lie and make it look like I can't do my job if you want my ass to stay there, damnit! I still have two whole days to whip around on you and quit. Not that I'm going to, but that's not the damn point.

Then again, this is the same man that signed Dona's timesheets, the same one's he's been signing since, oh, four years ago, and chose now to start asking where they go. (Which partly made me think he's dumb and partly made me wonder why he was asking. This is not a man that takes responsibility for anything.)

Blah, whatever, I'm out of the heat and I have a dog and I'm about to make some food, so I'm happy. Also no meetings this week. Also, boss may be out of the office on Friday if he's not a hypocrite. Hopefully he's not one this week.

Current Mood: calm

Christina,

I spoke with John and Anna today. The documentation they are looking for from us is simply a copy of the replacement candidate's resume, and a letter from ACS indicating that they have found and interviewed candidate "A" as a replacement for candidate "B". The letter should also specify the effective date of the replacement, and that cnadidate "A" meets the all of the requirements of the original RFP #ABC.

Please draft this in a memo to ACS. You can use my memo (that you have attached below) of 2/17/09 at 11:09AM, and attach this further clarification. We will need this information for Mohammed, and Lateef.

How about you draft your own e-mail, you lazy--?!

Seriously, he e-mailed me to tell me to draft an e-mail to ACS and told me what to say in it. He could have just "drafted" the thing himself.

Honestly, what the hell?

EDIT:
Me: Can someone please tell my boss I'm not bored? He told me to send an e-mail to ACS and said exactly what he wants me to say--
Dona: Why didn't he send it himself?
Me: EXACTLY!

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: work

"The copier doesn't have staples in it," she says.

I go over to check, but she's currently printing 40 copies of what's likely a booklet of PowerPoint slides, and opening the staple compartment jams the job, so I remove the jams and start it up again. Her copies are all coming out unstapled and uncolated, so it's one big mass of BLAH. (Luis called it a Bible. I was amused.)

She comes back over to ask me if I checked on the staples, I tell her it's still going, she comes back a few minutes later to say it's done. I check the compartment, and sure enough, there's a full cartridge in there.

Thing is, if she had actually set the thing to staple like she said she did, it would've BEEN stapling, and would've paused the job if it ran out of staples. It never did staple. And I just checked it with my own document and printed exactly the way she should have--double-sided, stapled. It worked.

She's really not very bright and should be VERY happy her brother-in-law is her boss. And if she comes over here with the ~~Bible~~ stack of paper and tells me to staple it, I'm taking as much time as I want doing it.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: work

She's still sending everyone over by phone. I just e-mailed her to ask me to have everyone e-mail me from now on instead so I can have a paper trail. She replied asking which of the sessions are available so she can tell people which ones they can register for. This is TEN MINUTES after I JUST sent her an e-mail with exactly how many people were registered for each one. Two of the four sessions have 35 people in them. She said she wants to cut each session off at 35 people.

Where is the problem?

My fight-or-flight response is kicking up REAL bad right now.

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Location: work

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