The annahell Share Times Family Feelings Friendship Hour
Posted Wednesday, October 6, 2010on:
Well, it’s been a while since we did an episode of The annahell Share Times Family Feelings Friendship Hour so put on your reading pants and buckle up!
But first, is this an amazing picture or what? I don’t know wtf it is but I found it when I was searching for screen caps from It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!. Is that a Scorpio symbol on her beanie hat thing? Oddly appropriate. I know it isn’t Halloween-y, but I’M THE BOSS HERE AND WHAT I SAY GOES. Don’t fret though, it’ll be non-menstrual themed ghouls and goblins from now on, promise.
So yeah, feelings…I’m kind of frustrated, you guys. I’ve mentioned that it’s been a busy few weeks what with school and what’s been going down at work and all.
School is fine, I guess. I’ve got my homework schedule down and I haven’t gotten lower than a 98/100 on anything, but I kind of hate this class. I’m always late and nobody talks to me and lately, I don’t even look at the professor when he’s talking anymore. I just roll my eyes A LOT and mumble curses (witch curses!) under my breath.
Like, the guys are friendly, when cornered, but standoffish/shy enough that introverted shut-ins seem more sociable. And I’m never in a good mood for that class (what with the boob-staring or the lateness-inducing early morning-ness of the class), so doing an hour of Samantha Small Talk just to have an awkward conversation with a stinky nerd boy is nigh inconceivable. NIGH INCONCEIVABLE!
Also, if I can nrrd grrl out for a second, the way the teacher just shrugs off the math all the time is really starting to bother me…like in a uh-oh, maybe I chose the wrong program kind of way. Like, if this was an electrical engineering course, I would be holding on for dear life, but at least they would do proofs and not refer to the math as “hard” or “scary.” It’s just insulting, you guys.
Whatever, it’ll be fine, I’ll be fine. I think it might help me feel better if I could get to class on time or if I asked the tall-white-guy clique if they want to study after work (the Indian kids just keep to themselves).
And can we talk about this leadership program thing at work? So I applied to this junior leadership thing at work and it’s been, shall we say, a difficult process. There were all these specific requirements for the application process…
-make a weird resume with your past company’s mailing address and a salary history
-use this one website that’s broken in strange ways for half of the 30-day application period and then when you complain about it to the program contact you get thrown into this it’s not my fault back-and-forth between the contact and her supervisor and the contractor that runs the web site.
-have your supervisor fill out an evaluation form on how good you are at “political savvy” and “leveraging diversity”
-fill out these 16 essay questions about your leadership history but we’re only going to give you 250 characters for each one so, basically, just sum it all up in one long, godamn sentence.
-oh yeah, and the essay questions will contradict themselves from one sentence to the next and have a lot of typos and crap, NBD.
-and then fax in everything with this kooky cover sheet system so that we’re guaranteed to lose most of it.
-and don’t fuck it up because your supervisor who you really like and seems to, for some reason, always have your back and is always pulling for you asked you to apply to this program and you can’t screw this up because we’re all counting on you, OK? OK????
-oh and even though you spent all that time making sure your application was to-the-letter-perfect and submitted well before the deadline, we’re going to lose your documents (see above) anyway, so don’t freak out when you check the website and it says “Ineligible – Application Incomplete,” just keep faxing that shit over and over and over again until you retire or get fired. Good luck!
So yeah, good times. Oh, and I also I had a scary-real dream about how my ex forgave me and we got back together and then killed these three people and I’ve been seriously thinking about asking the proprietress of the local BDSM dungeon place how one might, possibly maybe go about training to become a part time professional dominatrix for reasons that I do not, at all, feel comfortable discussing at the present time or in this forum. Also, crushing loneliness/sister abandonment issues.
If that is not a gratuitous picture of myself on this Wednesday, then I don’t know what is.
Your move, internet.