Caterwauling

I’m pissed. I just wrote a mammoth, slightly intellectual blog, and it’s all gone. Down the shitter. Fuck you, Macintosh OS 8.6 for crashing on me just as I hit “post & publish.” Damn you to hell!!!

Anyway, I will give a shorter, less interesting post. The Incoherent Twit got an A on her final paper for her advertising class. I read one page and got a migraine, which incapacitated me from reading till page 16. She told me not to edit it (why would I edit it, when that would result in her getting a better grade?). I was feeling pity for this professor till IT bragged about her stupid grade.

That led me to rant about professors who let students with substandard efforts and abilities to coast through their classes, with no real guidance or support. Perhaps it’s a tad hypocritical on my part (god knows I missed 85 percent of my classes and I breezed by with high grades; further, I tossed term papers together in three days or less and got As as well). However, educators do a real disservice by passing students who turn in incoherent bullshit, and to give her an A on that paper was just a sacrilige. Bad teacher! Bad, bad!!!

The real injustice occurs when these kids end up working for people like me, who have a low tolerance for poor efforts. The Doc has told me I’m too much of a perfectionist and that I have to allow for deficiencies in the Incoherent Twit’s writing and verbal ability, because she grew up in the ‘hood and didn’t have the educational opportunities that other children might have had. Guess what, sugar, I went to public school just like most other Americans, and my grammar is perfect (or damn near it!). I should not have to allow someone who was hired as a writer for my department to be able to crank out the waste that she produces. And the Incoherent Twit is so fucking proud of everything she does, it’s just sickening.

IT graduated college with a 3.6 GPA, which impressed the hell out of The Doc. But I have always wondered if her professors had let her slide, because I don’t know if she learned much of anything at college, because I find myself trying to teach her simple skills that anyone who graduated with a B.A. in journalism should possess. (I should know; I have the same degree in the same major.) Is her new professor being as lax as her previous ones?

This says nothing of the abnormally high standard to which I myself am held at work. I am expected to produce stellar work, and I give them nothing less. Well, I give them less when I have to have IT work on projects alongside me … after all, I must allow for “deficiencies.” (i.e., excrement is fine from her, but all my Ts must be crossed or I hear about it for weeks.)

Anyway, this post is nowhere near as good as the last, but I’m gonna try hitting “post & publish” anyway. Here’s to hoping I don’t lose THIS version. Guys, allow for some “deficiencies” okay?

Today has actually been a bearable day at work, so far. Imagine that! F/OM thanked me and complimented me for pulling that fabulous proposal out of my behind. (well, not in so many words, but you get the idea.) I almost feel bad that I will likely submit my resignation within the next two weeks. 🙁

What I will miss: gossip sessions with B. and D. (in the hallway where we sit), making fun of the Incoherent Twit with just about anybody who will listen, my group of “best friends” (SF, BF, DC, KH, SW … we do it to make fun of the Incoherent Twit and HER best friend), and most of all, my smoking and kvetching breaks with the boys, Brat and the self-proclaimed “Cheap Taiwanese Labor.” (I shall refer to him as CTL from now on.)

It was kinda sweet … I spoke briefly about my impending journey and potential new job, and Brat looked at me intensely and said, “So you’re really going to do this?” I said it was looking more and more likely that it was definitely going to happen. I had told him last Sunday, the day I landed the interview, but I guess he didn’t realize how much of a possibility this really is. I looked at him and CTL and I told them that they’d better come down to visit. They both smiled at me, and my heart was so full … they have really become so special to me. I believe everything happens for a reason, and I’ve been struggling with what kind of joke a mythical higher being has been playing on me with this job. Perhaps the reason I landed at ASCI was to meet the people who would get me through. I just hope their support continues long after I walk through the door of the agency for the final time, because I’ve come to depend on it.

So sentimental already, and nothing has even happened. But what I am trying to do is savor the moments while they last. Alexandria is only a few hours away … Lab Rat and I will just have to establish a terrific bachelorette pad, so people will want to come and visit us! God knows we have about four beds, between the two of us. Although I’d much rather prefer the type of guest who stays in MY bed! (preferably male, at any rate!)