i am pretty tired.
i have 5 days and counting until I install my MFA thesis show.
(yillie i will write you a real email once my life gets to a manageable level)
i still have art to make.
my plexi glass box to pick up
2 shipments and 1 poster to come in
a new wig to buy
stickers to make
buy things to stick the stickers to. ahh merchandising
and a performance to work on.
work has also been just as busy - which means i dont even have downtime there to catch up on my thoughts. my emails. my sleep. my brain. i work overkill from the moment i get in to the moment i leave. yesterday i didnt get finished with 3 things.
so my boss calls me at 4 30 and yells at me on my way home saying my desktop on the mac is a mess she cant find the file. Fucking moron its the quark file named :justsell it 330 I started time stamping it becasue of the amount of changes. i thought it was funny.
what she didnt understand was becasue of no net connection to the mac you have to play convert the file then burn it to cd every time you need it.
i also told her if she was making changes please take care of the kearning which i knew she didnt know what it ment.
So she then said ughh your a mess we have to dicuss this tomorrow
fuck you bitch. your office is clean becasue all you do is suck the bosses dick all day (opps i mean kiss ass) and tell people what to do after telling someone else that Ohh it'll only take 5 minutes. knowing full well it will take 2 hours. which then pisses off the other employee
so you start yelling at me about not being able to transfer the files between the mac and pc becasue you wouldnt sign off on the work rec LAST SUMMER for me to get a connection after i moved out of my office into the cube. so for 1 year every time theres a change on a mac file that the city sends, i have to sit around BURNING CDS to transfer things back and forth between me and the other people and the printer for approvals
So instead of understanding the process of what i said to you on how to do it, you started yelling at me
when i clicked back to my mom on the other line i said" i hope her cunt rots and drops out of her"
i also hope she can never orgasm again. hey maybe she never could...it would explain her bitchy problem
i have 5 days and counting until I install my MFA thesis show.
(yillie i will write you a real email once my life gets to a manageable level)
i still have art to make.
my plexi glass box to pick up
2 shipments and 1 poster to come in
a new wig to buy
stickers to make
buy things to stick the stickers to. ahh merchandising
and a performance to work on.
work has also been just as busy - which means i dont even have downtime there to catch up on my thoughts. my emails. my sleep. my brain. i work overkill from the moment i get in to the moment i leave. yesterday i didnt get finished with 3 things.
so my boss calls me at 4 30 and yells at me on my way home saying my desktop on the mac is a mess she cant find the file. Fucking moron its the quark file named :justsell it 330 I started time stamping it becasue of the amount of changes. i thought it was funny.
what she didnt understand was becasue of no net connection to the mac you have to play convert the file then burn it to cd every time you need it.
i also told her if she was making changes please take care of the kearning which i knew she didnt know what it ment.
So she then said ughh your a mess we have to dicuss this tomorrow
fuck you bitch. your office is clean becasue all you do is suck the bosses dick all day (opps i mean kiss ass) and tell people what to do after telling someone else that Ohh it'll only take 5 minutes. knowing full well it will take 2 hours. which then pisses off the other employee
so you start yelling at me about not being able to transfer the files between the mac and pc becasue you wouldnt sign off on the work rec LAST SUMMER for me to get a connection after i moved out of my office into the cube. so for 1 year every time theres a change on a mac file that the city sends, i have to sit around BURNING CDS to transfer things back and forth between me and the other people and the printer for approvals
So instead of understanding the process of what i said to you on how to do it, you started yelling at me
when i clicked back to my mom on the other line i said" i hope her cunt rots and drops out of her"
i also hope she can never orgasm again. hey maybe she never could...it would explain her bitchy problem
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It sure does sound like youve got your hands plenty-full.
My file nomenclature is organized, but Im for shit ass sure not TIME stamping it ye! jesus!
Im wondering what your mom's reaction was......
Y~!