Fuckity FUCK Fuck...
Well, it hasn't been too long, but I thought I'd update, and try to vent some...
School's been hell recently.(I just stopped to clip my nails, because the tapping of them on the keys was really buggin' me.) I've been working alot on this big, multi-departmental, semester-long project that had an actual client. I won't say who the client was, but we did alot of research for them, and alot of analysis, and alot of brainstorming... and finally, TONS of documentation. The project was part of something they do at IIT called the IPRO program. IPRO stands for Inter-Professional--that's where the multi-departmental part comes in.
So, today was IPRO Day, when pretty much everything had to be done, and we did pretty well. We got everything done, and the client was fairly pleased with our deliverables. There are many different "IPROs," and there are judges, and different categories to win in. We won best exhibit, and best in track (there were different areas that the different IPROs were organized into). A webpage was an optional part of the IPRO, and I put alot of work into it. I was quite displeased when it didn't even place in the top five. But, the folks from our client company loved it, and that's not a bad place to be, either. I'd share the URL with y'all, but that would divulge who our client is. Later, afterwards, at this shitty little reception they had after the awards, I was talking to this guy, and I told him I was dissapointed about not placing in the web category, and he called me greedy.
Prick.
Fuck him.
It's not that I'm greedy, I just wanna see where I fell short, and how I can improve. I guess it may have sounded a little greedy to this fucker, but I would've been happy to have placed in the top five. I dunno... but that cocksucker really rubbed me the wrong way.
So, now that IPRO Day has come and gone, we're pretty much done with that project, so that's one thing down for me on the semester... but before I continue on this tack, I'm going to mention another little drama that's come from the IPRO for me...
But, as always, I digress.
There's this German girl who's here just for this school year, and she was in the IPRO with me. The long and short is this: I have gotten to know her pretty well, as we've been working pretty closely together for a good portion of the semester, and was working towards asking her if she wanted to go out, or something. But, yesterday, as we're working on some things for the exhibit, she gets a call, and one of the first things she says is "Hallo, mein Schatz!"
"Hi sweetie!"
Fuck.
So, that was incredibly disheartening. Later that night, after her work was finished, and she was able to go, I stayed at school and finished up my part in the ordeal, as well as a freelance job I've been working on--and needed to finish up last night. Then, feeling sorry for myself, I went back to the apartment, drank a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon while I watched a couple episodes of West Wing, stumbled into bed, tossed and turned for a while--despite the wine--and eventually slipped into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
I got up pretty early, as I had to go all the way up to school for a meeting, and to make the pick-up arrangements for that freelance gig. And I felt so out of it. It wasn't a hangover--it wasn't really the wine at all... well maybe a little... but I just felt so miserable that I'd never really asked her something like that before. Of course, I didn't wanna make things weird, as we had to work on this project together. So whatever. I grab a coffee with a shot of espresso in it on my way into school, and then proceeded to completely space it throughout the meeting. My friend, of German descent kinda got the wrong impression then I told him what I'd overheard... and I really felt like an ass.
So, I finally leave school for Main Campus with some teammates on the IPRO, and I started to feel a little better... kinda. Over the course of the day, throughout lunch, our presentation, manning the exhibit, and sitting through a presentation and awards ceremony, I decided that my friendship with this girl is too important to fuck up being selfish and feeling sorry for myself that she's already spoken for. She's leaving for home in a couple of weeks, anyways... and I've pretty much decided that I'm gonna try not to get myself into a long-distance relationship again if I can avoid it.
So, I had dinner with her at one of the Sodexho-run places on campus, and had a nice discussion about her family, my family, school, government and religion. Then, she needed to go back to her room before she went to see HHG (Hitchhiker's Guide) with another friend of hers. I sat down in the new student center, and chatted with some friends on the lovely wireless network while wrapping up some things for a few files I needed to print out for the rest of the fucking SHIT I now have to catch back up on. I think I might be royally fucked.
After I printed out the shit, I hit the gym for a leg workout and about 25 minutes of cardio. I took a nice relaxing shower, and headed back to the shithol- I mean my apartment. I haven't done too much, sadly... but I hope to get a bunch done tomorrow. There's a BBQ I wanna go to, but I will need to work my ASS off the rest of the weekend. Fuck.
So, while I'm trying not to fuck up this new friendship, and I'm already getting over what dissapointment I had experienced, I'm still pretty pissed with myself, and I get really aggrivated alot lately, it seems. I need to find a punching bag... or develop a heroin addiction... hmmm...
So, the moral of the story is that my life pretty much sucks right now, and I'm about to fail outta grad school.
Awesome.
If there was anything else I wanted to talk about, I can't remember, as I am shamed by the fact that I'm up so late writing this that the only "decent" programming on is "Punk'd."
I wish I was dead.
-=gc=-
School's been hell recently.(I just stopped to clip my nails, because the tapping of them on the keys was really buggin' me.) I've been working alot on this big, multi-departmental, semester-long project that had an actual client. I won't say who the client was, but we did alot of research for them, and alot of analysis, and alot of brainstorming... and finally, TONS of documentation. The project was part of something they do at IIT called the IPRO program. IPRO stands for Inter-Professional--that's where the multi-departmental part comes in.
So, today was IPRO Day, when pretty much everything had to be done, and we did pretty well. We got everything done, and the client was fairly pleased with our deliverables. There are many different "IPROs," and there are judges, and different categories to win in. We won best exhibit, and best in track (there were different areas that the different IPROs were organized into). A webpage was an optional part of the IPRO, and I put alot of work into it. I was quite displeased when it didn't even place in the top five. But, the folks from our client company loved it, and that's not a bad place to be, either. I'd share the URL with y'all, but that would divulge who our client is. Later, afterwards, at this shitty little reception they had after the awards, I was talking to this guy, and I told him I was dissapointed about not placing in the web category, and he called me greedy.
Prick.
Fuck him.
It's not that I'm greedy, I just wanna see where I fell short, and how I can improve. I guess it may have sounded a little greedy to this fucker, but I would've been happy to have placed in the top five. I dunno... but that cocksucker really rubbed me the wrong way.
So, now that IPRO Day has come and gone, we're pretty much done with that project, so that's one thing down for me on the semester... but before I continue on this tack, I'm going to mention another little drama that's come from the IPRO for me...
But, as always, I digress.
There's this German girl who's here just for this school year, and she was in the IPRO with me. The long and short is this: I have gotten to know her pretty well, as we've been working pretty closely together for a good portion of the semester, and was working towards asking her if she wanted to go out, or something. But, yesterday, as we're working on some things for the exhibit, she gets a call, and one of the first things she says is "Hallo, mein Schatz!"
"Hi sweetie!"
Fuck.
So, that was incredibly disheartening. Later that night, after her work was finished, and she was able to go, I stayed at school and finished up my part in the ordeal, as well as a freelance job I've been working on--and needed to finish up last night. Then, feeling sorry for myself, I went back to the apartment, drank a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon while I watched a couple episodes of West Wing, stumbled into bed, tossed and turned for a while--despite the wine--and eventually slipped into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
I got up pretty early, as I had to go all the way up to school for a meeting, and to make the pick-up arrangements for that freelance gig. And I felt so out of it. It wasn't a hangover--it wasn't really the wine at all... well maybe a little... but I just felt so miserable that I'd never really asked her something like that before. Of course, I didn't wanna make things weird, as we had to work on this project together. So whatever. I grab a coffee with a shot of espresso in it on my way into school, and then proceeded to completely space it throughout the meeting. My friend, of German descent kinda got the wrong impression then I told him what I'd overheard... and I really felt like an ass.
So, I finally leave school for Main Campus with some teammates on the IPRO, and I started to feel a little better... kinda. Over the course of the day, throughout lunch, our presentation, manning the exhibit, and sitting through a presentation and awards ceremony, I decided that my friendship with this girl is too important to fuck up being selfish and feeling sorry for myself that she's already spoken for. She's leaving for home in a couple of weeks, anyways... and I've pretty much decided that I'm gonna try not to get myself into a long-distance relationship again if I can avoid it.
So, I had dinner with her at one of the Sodexho-run places on campus, and had a nice discussion about her family, my family, school, government and religion. Then, she needed to go back to her room before she went to see HHG (Hitchhiker's Guide) with another friend of hers. I sat down in the new student center, and chatted with some friends on the lovely wireless network while wrapping up some things for a few files I needed to print out for the rest of the fucking SHIT I now have to catch back up on. I think I might be royally fucked.
After I printed out the shit, I hit the gym for a leg workout and about 25 minutes of cardio. I took a nice relaxing shower, and headed back to the shithol- I mean my apartment. I haven't done too much, sadly... but I hope to get a bunch done tomorrow. There's a BBQ I wanna go to, but I will need to work my ASS off the rest of the weekend. Fuck.
So, while I'm trying not to fuck up this new friendship, and I'm already getting over what dissapointment I had experienced, I'm still pretty pissed with myself, and I get really aggrivated alot lately, it seems. I need to find a punching bag... or develop a heroin addiction... hmmm...
So, the moral of the story is that my life pretty much sucks right now, and I'm about to fail outta grad school.
Awesome.
If there was anything else I wanted to talk about, I can't remember, as I am shamed by the fact that I'm up so late writing this that the only "decent" programming on is "Punk'd."
I wish I was dead.
-=gc=-