What?
so I am really confused at the moment
san francisco was freaking amazing. One of the best experiences of my life. So many facets of gay life and culture and the issues of many unrepresented minorities within our own community were addressed. I felt I learned and grew from the conference, which I know, seems a bit redundant seeing as how most conferences one attends are meant to be an enlightening experience. However, I felt challeneged, challeneged in a way that I haven't been in a while.
Then . . . shit hit the fan . . . globally. Long story short, our flight from chicago was delayed two hours and then cancelled, which sucked. But what sucked more was that it was at 11:30 at night and the four of us had to make a rather quick decision as to what to do. Do we refund our tickets, rent a car, and drive to Milwuakee and then picked up emily's car and drive to Madison? Do we refund our tixs, and wait on standby for an availible flight to milwuakee? or do we refund our tixs and take a guarenteed flight to Madison at 6:50 in the morning. We chose the latter. We called our director for his input and at first got his voicemail and then soon after we booked our Madison tickets he called me on my cell phone and began to lambaste me (and us) for our groos incompetance in handling the matter and basically told us that we should throw a hissy fit and raise hell and that we weren't doing enough. Then after his tyraid of how much we suck basically, he said,
"well why the hell did you call me, what do you want me to do about it?" - ok Eric, it is midnight, we don't know what to do, Brad has to turn in a paper at 10, and I have an exam at 4. We want to go home. That was all we cared about.
so it was kind of shitty.
Then . . . we slept on the floor of the chicago airport . . . we were exhausted . . . and defeated . . . and instead of giving us sympathy and the what not he was pissed off again at us for the way we handled the situation. Then yesterday afternoon, we were talking about one of the workshops we attended about "going beyond the bisexual label" and one of the terms to refer to a bisexual was "hetero-flexible" - which Ginnie hated. I said, in my usual manner, "I am homo-rigid, hehe" and Eric walked past me on his way out of the office and said "You know it is those that are rigid that end up alone their entire lives" - how do I even respond to such a comment. My director, meant to be mentor and advisor, basically dissed me and told me that I was going to be alone my entire life - nice for the self-esteem. Whether he meant it in that manner or not the fact of the matter is, I have been told repeatedly to watch my language in the office because we need to mindful of people. Now, he turns around and says something directly offensive to me, not to some unbeknownst category that may or may not be in the office at that moment.
so it just kind of sucked that all the momentum and excitement of the weekend and all the knowledge Brad, EMily, and I wished to share with the staff has been interrupted by this bullshit. I don't like working at the CC anymore, and if it weren't for the fact that I need a job and everyone and their mother is leaving I might as well.
Thats all I got for now, except I ACED MY PSYCH PAPER AND THE TEST - I might not fail this class after all.
~later~
san francisco was freaking amazing. One of the best experiences of my life. So many facets of gay life and culture and the issues of many unrepresented minorities within our own community were addressed. I felt I learned and grew from the conference, which I know, seems a bit redundant seeing as how most conferences one attends are meant to be an enlightening experience. However, I felt challeneged, challeneged in a way that I haven't been in a while.
Then . . . shit hit the fan . . . globally. Long story short, our flight from chicago was delayed two hours and then cancelled, which sucked. But what sucked more was that it was at 11:30 at night and the four of us had to make a rather quick decision as to what to do. Do we refund our tickets, rent a car, and drive to Milwuakee and then picked up emily's car and drive to Madison? Do we refund our tixs, and wait on standby for an availible flight to milwuakee? or do we refund our tixs and take a guarenteed flight to Madison at 6:50 in the morning. We chose the latter. We called our director for his input and at first got his voicemail and then soon after we booked our Madison tickets he called me on my cell phone and began to lambaste me (and us) for our groos incompetance in handling the matter and basically told us that we should throw a hissy fit and raise hell and that we weren't doing enough. Then after his tyraid of how much we suck basically, he said,
"well why the hell did you call me, what do you want me to do about it?" - ok Eric, it is midnight, we don't know what to do, Brad has to turn in a paper at 10, and I have an exam at 4. We want to go home. That was all we cared about.
so it was kind of shitty.
Then . . . we slept on the floor of the chicago airport . . . we were exhausted . . . and defeated . . . and instead of giving us sympathy and the what not he was pissed off again at us for the way we handled the situation. Then yesterday afternoon, we were talking about one of the workshops we attended about "going beyond the bisexual label" and one of the terms to refer to a bisexual was "hetero-flexible" - which Ginnie hated. I said, in my usual manner, "I am homo-rigid, hehe" and Eric walked past me on his way out of the office and said "You know it is those that are rigid that end up alone their entire lives" - how do I even respond to such a comment. My director, meant to be mentor and advisor, basically dissed me and told me that I was going to be alone my entire life - nice for the self-esteem. Whether he meant it in that manner or not the fact of the matter is, I have been told repeatedly to watch my language in the office because we need to mindful of people. Now, he turns around and says something directly offensive to me, not to some unbeknownst category that may or may not be in the office at that moment.
so it just kind of sucked that all the momentum and excitement of the weekend and all the knowledge Brad, EMily, and I wished to share with the staff has been interrupted by this bullshit. I don't like working at the CC anymore, and if it weren't for the fact that I need a job and everyone and their mother is leaving I might as well.
Thats all I got for now, except I ACED MY PSYCH PAPER AND THE TEST - I might not fail this class after all.
~later~