As you can see from my earlier posts, Mike was severly pissing me off. But I got through it. I GET PAID TOMORROW! Can’t wait. Well, me and Amanda had art together, she treated me callously when I first started talking to her, but I guess she warmed when I started making a few mild jokes about art. I have to commment on that. Diane Keane is SUCH a bad teacher. SO BAD. ABYSMALLY BAD. So bad that I almost want to tape it. She says things that are blatantly wrong and makes all these inferences that are wrong about these ancient artifacts. And, according to the syllabus, we’re supposed to be on like chapter five. We just started Chapter 2 today. I’m trying to get Amanda to leave her copy of the book in the Drift Office so I can read it when I’m bored. I went back to work after art and finished a few things (the community calendar) that I hadn’t done. I forgot to clock out when I went to art..but they have no system in place to correct such things…so I don’t give a fuck. I have a hectic life–I forget sometimes. I clocked out once I got back, but still. I think I worked an extra hour or something. Went back to the college, Tawna was playing cards with those ingrate cretins (Nate and Steve’s brother Dave, et al). I’m really losing respect for her that she associates with those IDIOTS. It kind of grates on my nerves when she incessantly says things like “my brain doesn’t do that,” “my brain doesn’t work,” “It’s my brain…” Um…so you’re dumb? Have some self-esteem. You’re not dumb. And don’t hang out with those ingrates, hanging around stupid people makes one’s IQ drop. Well, my class was cancelled, so I went into the Drift office and I read the introduction to the drama book (my goal is to read all the plays) but got tired and fell asleep.

Samantha and Steve woke me up, and I followed them to the novel writing group. I really loved the stuff they read this time, I really wanted to revise my story and read it, but like…it’s right when I have history, so I can’t. :( So I’ll recruit Molly as my editor *evil laugh*. She gave me some good comments on my story. I wish I’d held off and had her write them to me in an e-mail, I totally forgot most of her critique. The things I did remember was that she thought I should “show” more instead of telling that he’s bored. I’ll comment at length on what I’m going to do on it in my Fiction Blog (accessible via the sidebar).

Oh I can’t wait to get paid tomorrow! I’m going to buy my OS! And my lightey-uppey hard drive cooler! Mouhahaha. I should get some cold cathode lights to put in the case, but I’d have to get new power supply cording, and I don’t feel like doing that. It’s much more of a cosmetic thing. I lust after that fan controller, though. We’ll see how much I get paid. I downloaded the new version of AIM, I don’t see too many differences. It seems more stuff happened today…I can’t really think of it. Today was too much of a blur.

I’m not sure if I talked about this, but I’ve resolved to dye my hair blue-black. When my roots grow to about an inch I’m going to do it. They’re almost there..a few more weeks and I’m doing it. I can’t help it but I’ve been starting to like the Smiths, they’ve been playing on my LaunchCast station. Oh great, Taggart just signed on. I think I’m going to comment on the direction I’m going to take on my story, and maybe edit it a bit and then go to sleep. It’s really late and I was so tired.

I just checked my online banking, guess how much I have? $18.55. Oh yeah. I’m just going to scrape by on this one. I’m getting inexorably closer to zero. I do have enough for lunch today (which I need, I have to be here until 9:00 p.m.

Just so I don’t forget, Bernadette’s last day was June 9th. I think I started work the week before she left. I just want to know (once the big planner calendar for 2004 is gone) how long I’ve worked here.

You know, I really just want to go over there and say to him:

“You have really bad communication skills, and nobody ever understands what you want, and if they do, you’ve just bullied them into doing whatever it was that you wanted. You are one of those people who don’t listen, you just wait for your chance to talk. You never take anyone’s opinion seriously except for your own, and you don’t understand this town. Your days are numbered.

So, could you try really hard to explain one thing to me…why the fuck did Matt tell me to change the “to”s to dashes?”

Okay, get this shit. Yesterday Matt hands me a proof sheet of the Community Calendar with all the “to”s circled: i.e. “blah will be from 2 to 5 p.m.” He wants me to change them all to dashes. So this morning I get to my desk, and there’s a proof sheet of the calendar from Mike telling me to use the word “to.” I hope I am not unjustified in asking WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT IS THE MOTHERFUCKING DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO-LETTER WORD “TO” AND A FUCKING DASH? WHY IS IT SO FUCKING NECESSARY? IT DOESN’T SAVE SPACE, WHY DO IT? BECAUSE MATT IS A FUCKING IDIOT. THAT’S WHY.

I had to do a Sue to get him to go away: smile, nod, and pretend that what he said made any semblance of sense. My sphincter has better communication skills than Mike does. I’m changing all the dashes back to “to”s. Thanks for making more work for me, you assholes. I’m not doing anything Matt tells me. He can go fuck himself. It’s MY community calendar, so fuck Matt. Next time he tells me to do something, I’ll tell him to suck my pussy. And suck it hard, you stupid illiterate surfer piece of shit.