The Blog In Which I Complain About Everything.

04Mar09

Seriously. I do. The past week has been pretty much terrible. But, good news is, it’s looking up. Spring break is a little over a week away and I’ll be high-tailing it to Orlando for some sunshine. But onto the complaining, because it’s what I do best. No joke.

1. The part where my favorite piece of flair broke

Yes, I have flair. Mostly just this one and a few band pins. I have had this ginormous pin since I was a senior in high school — it means a lot to me, and now it’s all sorts of borked. The coil part of the pin is all unwound. It doesn’t even hook anymore. It just pathetically scrapes the side of the clasp before snapping back into the upward position. RIP, my flair friend.

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2. The part where a kid tossed cookies on my backpack
Gross, right? The flu has been going around campus like hell on wheels, and one kid decided he would go to class instead of staying in his dorm to vomit all over the place there. Thus, he puked this river of vomit, and the girl next to HIM puked because she was all queasy, and at this point the nastiness was flowing down the rows like the flood of the Nile. Me, I’m trying to pick all my stuff up before it ends up down stream in a sea of stomach acid and bile (and these weird little white chunks… crackers?). I’m gagging now just thinking about it. But anyway, my backpack didn’t make it. So I had to carry a soggy backpack to my room and wash it immediately, because there was no way their combined breakfast was getting a tour of campus on my shoulder.

3. The part where the bus took me to the middle of nowhere
This was on Wednesday, a particularly bad and busy day (for reasons that shall be described in point four!). Wednesdays are production night for the campus paper, and I’m the Creative Services person for ads and such, so I kind of have to be there. I was running a tad late, so instead of walking as I normally do (15 minutes), I boarded the bus that claimed it was going eastbound, since the newspaper office is located at the east campus student center. Instead of going east, the bus drops me off at the basketball stadium, which is quite literally in the south-west-most corner of campus, whereas I need to be the in the north-east-most corner. The conversation goes like this:

Bus driver: “Sorry, this is where my shift ends, you’ll have to get off.”
Me: “But I thought you were going east.”
Bus driver: “Doesn’t look like it.”
Me: “But I need to go east.”
Bus driver: “Sorry. You need to exit the bus.”

Helpful chap, really. So I ended up walking 35 minutes in 40 degree weather to get to my office. Obviously, I was exuberantly late. Should have just walked.

4. The part where the Ads Manager sucks at life
The Ads Manager is my direct contact as far as what my assignments every week are. This week, we had a special insert that features all of the housing options off and on campus for students who are looking to move somewhere new in the following year. Ads Manager decides to call me on Wednesday at 11:30am while I’m in class to let me know he needs about ten ads to be edited and made print-ready. This is fine — I’m used to a heavy workload. What is not fine is that he needed them, oh, right then. Wednesdays are my busiest day — I go from 10am to 3:30pm non-stop with classes. I didn’t have time for this. So, I basically had to rush through my lab, leave early, skip lunch to finish these ads, then be nearly late for my second lab at 1:25 in order to get them to him at a decent time. A little notice would be appreciated in the future, buddy.

All right. I think I’m done now. When I have something else to complain about, I’ll be sure to blog.

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