ammogirl

Y’all, I MEANT to post last night, I swear I did, but after an extremely long day of getting inspected by Mr. Jerky McIamajerkerton, and then 3 hours of review for the mid-term in Korean tomorrow, I was beat.  So I got some sleep instead, anddd….was probably better off for it.  And you too, because I would’ve just filled another entry about how much of a big fat jerk this inspector is.  We were lucky enough to have him all day today, as well - and I have never seen ten people look so ready to kill themselves before, in my life.  My Big Boss, even, was sending me emails that went something like this: "Treena.  YOU answer his questions now.  I’m TIRRREEDD.  Pleasssseeeeeeee." and: "That’s it.  I give up.  Just…whatever…PLEASE answer the next question."  For the record, all my emails went something like this: "NO."

The thing was, all three days, he would sit there, and tell us how horrible we were doing at our job, to the point we were ready to stab ourselves in the eye with a pencil just to save the world from having to deal with our horribleness, but during the daily outbrief, he would say, "AFK is doing great."  Which: FABULOUS!  I know my shop is awesome, and that we do great things, and it’s good to hear that come out of his mouth at the END of the day.  But, I mean, the stuff we would have to listen to during the day! For example, one of his observations was "These signatures on this document look like crap!  I would NEVER allow such sloppiness in MYYYYYY (perfect, awesome, rad, BEST SHOP EVER EVER EVER IN THE UNIVERSE) office."  And then he leaned over to his stupid notebook and scribbled away.  Sloppy signatures?  Wha???  What do you think he says to his doctor or the other 99% of the population that has less than perfect SIGNATURES?  Does anyone actually get offended by an untidy signature?  Because I don’t, for sure.  All I know is, there is certainly not a block in the AFK self-inspection checklist that reads "Are all signatures as perfect as the most perfect perfection ever?" and thusly, do not care about the quality of anyones penmanship.  This week has been like being in the worst verbally abusive relationship ever, and your dog just died, and you just poured milk in your cereal and took a big fatty bite…only to discover the milk expired five days ago.  Now, add in lots of bugs, and…poop.  THAT, my friends, is how the week is going.  Sighhh…it’s almost over though, and I tell you what, I am freaking G L A D.  We won’t know how we did overall until next week or something - I really don’t care, just as long as I never have to see that guy ever again, ever, in my whole entire life, and then afterwards, and after that.

In speech tonight, my group and I presented our discussion on Scientology, and I still think they are freaks, for realz. Scientologists, not my group.  Anyway, so does everyone in my speech class, now, and we didn’t even touch the controversial parts.  Well, except for the electro shock..thing..ajig.  The best part?  A-, that’s right.  Plus, we got to leave relatively early, which is the only thing saving you from two post-less days in a row, because this week, which is turning out to be not so much my favorite week in my life to this point, due to inspections and jerky inspectors, and midterms and graded speeches, has left me extremely exhausted.  And I know y’all care about my well being and much needed beauty sleep and will cut me a break if I miss a day..or two.  Or, uh, not care, or notice, which is fine too.

CIAO!