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i have been neglecting this journal so much lately. i haven't even signed on here since the last post i made. lately i have only had use of the internet for about 5 minutes at a time at best. and those minutes are spent sifting through and responding to emails.
first off, last monday, i showed up to work and was immediately told to go see Unaa (pronounced Yoonay), one of my supervisors (who single-handedly lost one of our office's largest clients a little while back). so i enter her office as she's on the phone. she motions for me to sit down. one of my co-workers is already in there as well. at this point i am damn near 100% certain why i am in there. they have been laying people off like crazy lately because we have had some shortages in work. so she begins my apologizing because Monique was supposed to call us before we wasted a trip coming in to work. she says something to the effect of, "i know you guys know that we have had some list shortages and you didn't end the last payroll at quality. so we are gonna send you home for two weeks.... blah blah blah." at this point i just roll my eyes, turn around and walk away from her as my anger gets the best of me and i start shouting, "Fuuuck this place!.... fuuuck y'all! what a bunch of shit. fuck all yall. how dare you fuck me. fuuuuck thiiiis plaace." and i exit. i figured that in two weeks off of work, i could get another job. this was just the kick in the ass i needed anyway. but i was still pissed. i mean, i have raised well over $500,000 for our clients in the short amount of time i have been there. the only reason i didn't end the payroll at quality was because of the absolute SHIT project i was phoning. fucking first year renewals! that means that i am calling up people who bought some video or something during the on-air pledge drive, not even realizing that the money they gave the station got them a membership with the station in the first place. they don't give a fuck about supporting the station, and then i have to get them to give again this year. needing to raise nearly $200 an hour when i only managed to talk to about 8 people an hour. what a fucking joke. it's something you can NOT do. especially when talking to, apparently, every single unemployed, retarded person in the entire metro detroit area. fuck, even the idiots who said they WOULD renew couldn't grasp the concept of me sending them out a pledge packet for them to send their check back in, so they would just get worked up, scream nonsensical things in the phone and then hang up. i swear, that project has shown me that my own state has the same fucking expendable, iq of a fencepost individuals as ohio. so here i am, getting fucked, because of everyone else's retardation. yeah, i was pissed. fuck 'em.
so anyway, on wednesday, my friend and co-worker Nik calls me up to let me know that i had been "un-layed off". hrmmm. nice of MANAGEMENT to let me know. fucking assholes. so i go and get my paycheck on wednesday and they ask me to work again. haha. fucking cunts. yeah, so i am back there. but i am on the brink of "going postal" as the kids say these days. good thing i can't afford a real gun.
on another, much more cheery subject, i will have a cd out before the end of the year. that's pretty sexy. a few tracks of mine will be on a compilation cd sometime before this summer is up and then my first album will be the first album to be put out by BlankArtists. i guess i am the best way to get a buzz going for the label. cool beans. that has me pretty fucking geeked. i gotta get equipment so i can do live shows though.... that is most definitely a necessity. and i need a computer. this one doesn't believe me when i try to tell it that there is a mic plugged into it. that is HIGHLY frustrating.
i have been in super creative mode lately. unfortunately not musically though. just with the super sculpey. i have been trying to pay bills by selling shrunken heads. it seems people like to say they will buy them, but never follow through. fuckers.
got a sexier case for them though. :)
i have also made a batch of little vagina fridge magnets. maybe someone might want some of those.
and i have made even smaller shrunken heads for keychains.
as well as another really cool vagina sculpture.
this one's not for sale right now. but if someone makes the right offer......
oh, and there's this little demon fetus thing.
he'll eventually be in a specimen jar of fluid and stashed away in my medicine cabinet. "why the medicine cabinet?" you may wonder. well, according to several studies i have heard, the majority of guests you have over to your house will look through your medicine cabinet, and i figured this would be a fun thing for them to find.
but the coolest in creativity and silly self promotion whoriness is this.
and here i am, in doll form, putting the mack on.
first off, last monday, i showed up to work and was immediately told to go see Unaa (pronounced Yoonay), one of my supervisors (who single-handedly lost one of our office's largest clients a little while back). so i enter her office as she's on the phone. she motions for me to sit down. one of my co-workers is already in there as well. at this point i am damn near 100% certain why i am in there. they have been laying people off like crazy lately because we have had some shortages in work. so she begins my apologizing because Monique was supposed to call us before we wasted a trip coming in to work. she says something to the effect of, "i know you guys know that we have had some list shortages and you didn't end the last payroll at quality. so we are gonna send you home for two weeks.... blah blah blah." at this point i just roll my eyes, turn around and walk away from her as my anger gets the best of me and i start shouting, "Fuuuck this place!.... fuuuck y'all! what a bunch of shit. fuck all yall. how dare you fuck me. fuuuuck thiiiis plaace." and i exit. i figured that in two weeks off of work, i could get another job. this was just the kick in the ass i needed anyway. but i was still pissed. i mean, i have raised well over $500,000 for our clients in the short amount of time i have been there. the only reason i didn't end the payroll at quality was because of the absolute SHIT project i was phoning. fucking first year renewals! that means that i am calling up people who bought some video or something during the on-air pledge drive, not even realizing that the money they gave the station got them a membership with the station in the first place. they don't give a fuck about supporting the station, and then i have to get them to give again this year. needing to raise nearly $200 an hour when i only managed to talk to about 8 people an hour. what a fucking joke. it's something you can NOT do. especially when talking to, apparently, every single unemployed, retarded person in the entire metro detroit area. fuck, even the idiots who said they WOULD renew couldn't grasp the concept of me sending them out a pledge packet for them to send their check back in, so they would just get worked up, scream nonsensical things in the phone and then hang up. i swear, that project has shown me that my own state has the same fucking expendable, iq of a fencepost individuals as ohio. so here i am, getting fucked, because of everyone else's retardation. yeah, i was pissed. fuck 'em.
so anyway, on wednesday, my friend and co-worker Nik calls me up to let me know that i had been "un-layed off". hrmmm. nice of MANAGEMENT to let me know. fucking assholes. so i go and get my paycheck on wednesday and they ask me to work again. haha. fucking cunts. yeah, so i am back there. but i am on the brink of "going postal" as the kids say these days. good thing i can't afford a real gun.
on another, much more cheery subject, i will have a cd out before the end of the year. that's pretty sexy. a few tracks of mine will be on a compilation cd sometime before this summer is up and then my first album will be the first album to be put out by BlankArtists. i guess i am the best way to get a buzz going for the label. cool beans. that has me pretty fucking geeked. i gotta get equipment so i can do live shows though.... that is most definitely a necessity. and i need a computer. this one doesn't believe me when i try to tell it that there is a mic plugged into it. that is HIGHLY frustrating.
i have been in super creative mode lately. unfortunately not musically though. just with the super sculpey. i have been trying to pay bills by selling shrunken heads. it seems people like to say they will buy them, but never follow through. fuckers.
got a sexier case for them though. :)
i have also made a batch of little vagina fridge magnets. maybe someone might want some of those.
and i have made even smaller shrunken heads for keychains.
as well as another really cool vagina sculpture.
this one's not for sale right now. but if someone makes the right offer......
oh, and there's this little demon fetus thing.
he'll eventually be in a specimen jar of fluid and stashed away in my medicine cabinet. "why the medicine cabinet?" you may wonder. well, according to several studies i have heard, the majority of guests you have over to your house will look through your medicine cabinet, and i figured this would be a fun thing for them to find.
but the coolest in creativity and silly self promotion whoriness is this.
and here i am, in doll form, putting the mack on.