Thanks to everyone who's left comments regarding my rejected set! I'm glad you all liked it 
I've been meaning to update this page for a while now, but have been bogged down with crap.
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The past few weeks in school have been a fucking nightmare.
Everything started out fine and normal...the first two tests came and went without a problem.
The third test though...the nightmare begins.
There were questions on the test that were NOT in the text and NOT covered in class. At least 3 questions that came completely out of left field.
I normally miss one or two questions per test...add on 3 more and now I've missed 5 out of 20...more than ever.
We brought it up with the teacher, but he kept telling us that is was indeed covered in the book.
The fourth test came along and the same thing happened...at least another 3 questions that were NEVER covered ANYWHERE! And yours truly missed another five.
We argued with the teacher again but to no avail.
By this point, at LEAST half of our class was now officially failing the class.
I know I've bitched about the guys in my class before, but they've started to mellow out and seriously, they're not stupid kids. They might fuck around a lot and piss me off, but they're not stupid. It wasn't right that my GPA would get fucked up and they would all fail because there was something amiss with the tests.
So, I went to talk to the EMs (educational managers). I laid out the situation, gave him some examples of questions I was referring to, and simply told him the facts, that something wasn't right. They assured me that everything was in the book or should be covered in class, but that they'd take a look at the tests and get back to me.
Discussing it with the other kids in the class, we realized that nothing would be done, of course, because nobody would want to admit they were wrong. I told them that it's true nothing would be done, but that I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least say something.
Yesterday, one of the EMs came and pulled me out of the lab and we sat down and looked over EACH of the questions he found that everyone in the class had missed. Then we looked it up in the book and discussed it. In the end, he agreed with me, the shit wasn't there.
Today, the last day of this course, we came and our instructor told us that he had talked to the EM and that they had agreed to kick each of us an extra six points onto our total test scores.
And for a minute, I was everyone's fucking hero.
I saved my GPA and saved half our class from failing entirely.
I don't think I'll get the student of the course award for this class...but I know that if the kids had anything to say about it, they'd give it to me for saving their asses. And truly, that's enough for me.
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Also, when I went to work last Saturday I found that I wasn't on the schedule during the week for the entire month of October!!!
I wasn't sure if that was because they were trying to be nice about my school schedule or because they were phasing me out. Either way, it pissed me off because that's approximately $400 a week I won't be making.
I'd been written up for my weeknight shift because they said that I don't take care of all my closing duties properly. This, because the boss who stays to close with me doesn't help, but just passes out on the couch and lets me do everything. And for me to close all by myself takes about an hour and a half to two hours. Meaning, that I get out of there around 3:30am...get home around 4, and have to get up at 5am. So, you can be sure that when closing, I'm trying to hurry and get my ass out of there...and I'm sure that I miss things. Nothing major, mind you...but the day bartender is a bitch (none of the other bartenders like her) and she makes a point of complaining.
So, they took my weeknight shift.
This threw me into a terrible mood...when the lady boss asked what was wrong I said, "you're phasing me out." She said that when I could PROVE to her that I could do things right, I could get back onto the schedule. And I'm thinking, what are you, my fucking MOTHER? I have to prove my worth to you?
Anyway, it was really slow that night, I made maybe $160 or so...after tipping out my waitress and barback. Which is about half what I normally make. We stayed there late, drinking and talking shit about the bosses. It was nice to get some validation about the situation.
Sunday when I came in I heard that they had blamed it being slow the night before on ME!!! Yeah, it's my fault that it was slow. I'm sure it didnt' have anything to do with the 3 other events going on in the area. It was slow during the day shift too, so I must be pretty powerful to fuck things up when I'm not even there! It was slow Sunday too...and I hardly cleared $150. My man boss passed out on the couch, as usual when I closed and I made it home around 3:30 or so.
The patrons I talked to were pretty pissed they were cutting my hours too. They said they wouldn't come in if I wasn't working, which was nice to hear, even though I'm sure it's not true.
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I COULD be really upset about this shift thing...but after a little while, the anger wore off and I realized that things can work out better this way anyway.
I remembered that the shift hours they originally offered me were from 2pm to 7pm NOT from 5pm to 2am. So the fact that I rush out of there isn't my fault.
Besides, with my weeknights freed up I won't have to live off my little Stacker 2 pills quite so much like a crack head.
And people have started offering me side work in their body shops. If I can get this to work out right, I can do body work in the weekday afternoons and bartend on weekends. I'll make the money I need, not be a crackhead, and get in the practice I want doing body work.
So yeah, that lady boss can kiss my ass. I don't have to prove anything to her.
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In other news...I went out socializing with locals again. I went out with my waitress and some of her friends. We got drunk and went bowling. It was so fantastically white trash I loved it. Drunk, bowling, while listening to country music (and smoking cigarettes INSIDE, since we can still do that here in the lone star state!). I went to class the next day a bit tired and hung over, but it was well worth it.
And after these past two weeks, I feel another fantastic drunk coming on!!! I've eaten, I've napped, and I'm all dressed up and ready to go!!!
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Thanks again to everyone who left comments about my rejected set! The next one will be even better!!!
I've been meaning to update this page for a while now, but have been bogged down with crap.
***
The past few weeks in school have been a fucking nightmare.
Everything started out fine and normal...the first two tests came and went without a problem.
The third test though...the nightmare begins.
There were questions on the test that were NOT in the text and NOT covered in class. At least 3 questions that came completely out of left field.
I normally miss one or two questions per test...add on 3 more and now I've missed 5 out of 20...more than ever.
We brought it up with the teacher, but he kept telling us that is was indeed covered in the book.
The fourth test came along and the same thing happened...at least another 3 questions that were NEVER covered ANYWHERE! And yours truly missed another five.
We argued with the teacher again but to no avail.
By this point, at LEAST half of our class was now officially failing the class.
I know I've bitched about the guys in my class before, but they've started to mellow out and seriously, they're not stupid kids. They might fuck around a lot and piss me off, but they're not stupid. It wasn't right that my GPA would get fucked up and they would all fail because there was something amiss with the tests.
So, I went to talk to the EMs (educational managers). I laid out the situation, gave him some examples of questions I was referring to, and simply told him the facts, that something wasn't right. They assured me that everything was in the book or should be covered in class, but that they'd take a look at the tests and get back to me.
Discussing it with the other kids in the class, we realized that nothing would be done, of course, because nobody would want to admit they were wrong. I told them that it's true nothing would be done, but that I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least say something.
Yesterday, one of the EMs came and pulled me out of the lab and we sat down and looked over EACH of the questions he found that everyone in the class had missed. Then we looked it up in the book and discussed it. In the end, he agreed with me, the shit wasn't there.
Today, the last day of this course, we came and our instructor told us that he had talked to the EM and that they had agreed to kick each of us an extra six points onto our total test scores.
And for a minute, I was everyone's fucking hero.
I saved my GPA and saved half our class from failing entirely.
I don't think I'll get the student of the course award for this class...but I know that if the kids had anything to say about it, they'd give it to me for saving their asses. And truly, that's enough for me.
***
Also, when I went to work last Saturday I found that I wasn't on the schedule during the week for the entire month of October!!!
I wasn't sure if that was because they were trying to be nice about my school schedule or because they were phasing me out. Either way, it pissed me off because that's approximately $400 a week I won't be making.
I'd been written up for my weeknight shift because they said that I don't take care of all my closing duties properly. This, because the boss who stays to close with me doesn't help, but just passes out on the couch and lets me do everything. And for me to close all by myself takes about an hour and a half to two hours. Meaning, that I get out of there around 3:30am...get home around 4, and have to get up at 5am. So, you can be sure that when closing, I'm trying to hurry and get my ass out of there...and I'm sure that I miss things. Nothing major, mind you...but the day bartender is a bitch (none of the other bartenders like her) and she makes a point of complaining.
So, they took my weeknight shift.
This threw me into a terrible mood...when the lady boss asked what was wrong I said, "you're phasing me out." She said that when I could PROVE to her that I could do things right, I could get back onto the schedule. And I'm thinking, what are you, my fucking MOTHER? I have to prove my worth to you?
Anyway, it was really slow that night, I made maybe $160 or so...after tipping out my waitress and barback. Which is about half what I normally make. We stayed there late, drinking and talking shit about the bosses. It was nice to get some validation about the situation.
Sunday when I came in I heard that they had blamed it being slow the night before on ME!!! Yeah, it's my fault that it was slow. I'm sure it didnt' have anything to do with the 3 other events going on in the area. It was slow during the day shift too, so I must be pretty powerful to fuck things up when I'm not even there! It was slow Sunday too...and I hardly cleared $150. My man boss passed out on the couch, as usual when I closed and I made it home around 3:30 or so.
The patrons I talked to were pretty pissed they were cutting my hours too. They said they wouldn't come in if I wasn't working, which was nice to hear, even though I'm sure it's not true.
***
I COULD be really upset about this shift thing...but after a little while, the anger wore off and I realized that things can work out better this way anyway.
I remembered that the shift hours they originally offered me were from 2pm to 7pm NOT from 5pm to 2am. So the fact that I rush out of there isn't my fault.
Besides, with my weeknights freed up I won't have to live off my little Stacker 2 pills quite so much like a crack head.
And people have started offering me side work in their body shops. If I can get this to work out right, I can do body work in the weekday afternoons and bartend on weekends. I'll make the money I need, not be a crackhead, and get in the practice I want doing body work.
So yeah, that lady boss can kiss my ass. I don't have to prove anything to her.
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In other news...I went out socializing with locals again. I went out with my waitress and some of her friends. We got drunk and went bowling. It was so fantastically white trash I loved it. Drunk, bowling, while listening to country music (and smoking cigarettes INSIDE, since we can still do that here in the lone star state!). I went to class the next day a bit tired and hung over, but it was well worth it.
And after these past two weeks, I feel another fantastic drunk coming on!!! I've eaten, I've napped, and I'm all dressed up and ready to go!!!
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Thanks again to everyone who left comments about my rejected set!
The next one will be even better!!!
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and the profile pic came from 'myemo.com', but i just checked the site today and i can't find the link anymore. i'll keep looking for you though.