the first real week of summer
and, inevitably, work.
Since Tuesday I have been sitting on the 2nd floor of the library in the media studio, burning about 500mb onto a dvd.
I was supposed to make a total of 100. Well, it takes 15 mins to burn ONE DVD! Four in an hour. Twenty five so far.
Tell me if you think this is NOT ridiculous. I am being paid $8.50 an hour to sit in front of a computer (with internet access, mind you) and exchange a burnt dvd for a new one every 15 minutes. My brain is wasting away. I can feel it spilling down my nose and out my ears.
Meanwhile, I am shopping for the best cell phone plans/phones, updating lj, TRYING TO SELL MY FUCKING EMAC, etc.
About the eMac: The second person just backed out on me after five days of negotiations. It almost feels like the fucking Israeli/Palestinian conflict! Can we just come to an agreement and CLOSE IT?
As long as I'm with Sam I'm fine. Just me and him. But most of the time when one of his friends joins us (and there are a few in particular) I get so cranky and upset. It's mostly the sapping attention away from me and the making fun of me. Yeah, this stinks. I hope I will be able to better control my moods because Sam doesn't deserve my crappy behavior. His friends do - but he doesn't.
[change DVD]
I am really looking forward to the day when my job will actually demand something intellectually substantial from me. Something that surpasses memory of file locations and alphabetical order and knowledge of use of printers/copiers. Fuck man. If I worked in a fucking retail store I'd have to be more creative than at my publishing internship. (The lawyer isn't even included in this rant because that job is almost like prostitution: I do it for the money.) I'm glad that I also go to school. I miss writing papers. Well, not yet. But I will in like a week.
Sometimes it is mildly depressing to think how delusional people are about their ideals. I hope I'm not one of them.
I saw Avital Ronell on the street today. She looks cah-razy!
Only three more hours of sitting here. Fun.
Book Club is on. I'm glad we're doing this.
Elliott - why are you being weird?
Since Tuesday I have been sitting on the 2nd floor of the library in the media studio, burning about 500mb onto a dvd.
I was supposed to make a total of 100. Well, it takes 15 mins to burn ONE DVD! Four in an hour. Twenty five so far.
Tell me if you think this is NOT ridiculous. I am being paid $8.50 an hour to sit in front of a computer (with internet access, mind you) and exchange a burnt dvd for a new one every 15 minutes. My brain is wasting away. I can feel it spilling down my nose and out my ears.
Meanwhile, I am shopping for the best cell phone plans/phones, updating lj, TRYING TO SELL MY FUCKING EMAC, etc.
About the eMac: The second person just backed out on me after five days of negotiations. It almost feels like the fucking Israeli/Palestinian conflict! Can we just come to an agreement and CLOSE IT?
As long as I'm with Sam I'm fine. Just me and him. But most of the time when one of his friends joins us (and there are a few in particular) I get so cranky and upset. It's mostly the sapping attention away from me and the making fun of me. Yeah, this stinks. I hope I will be able to better control my moods because Sam doesn't deserve my crappy behavior. His friends do - but he doesn't.
[change DVD]
I am really looking forward to the day when my job will actually demand something intellectually substantial from me. Something that surpasses memory of file locations and alphabetical order and knowledge of use of printers/copiers. Fuck man. If I worked in a fucking retail store I'd have to be more creative than at my publishing internship. (The lawyer isn't even included in this rant because that job is almost like prostitution: I do it for the money.) I'm glad that I also go to school. I miss writing papers. Well, not yet. But I will in like a week.
Sometimes it is mildly depressing to think how delusional people are about their ideals. I hope I'm not one of them.
I saw Avital Ronell on the street today. She looks cah-razy!
Only three more hours of sitting here. Fun.
Book Club is on. I'm glad we're doing this.
Elliott - why are you being weird?