People are stupid.
I really hope I didn't ruin anyones idealistic world with that statement. Unfortunately I refuse to take it back on the basis of it's true.
Not much else to say about it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Graduation looms and jobs run for hiding
A loverly friend of mine decided to inform all of Facebook that in 45 days she will be graduating. I will, hopefully, be graduating with her.
I have an unbelievable amount of homework to finish before than. It kinda sucks.
Seems like every teacher has decided to assign a research paper. Stupid teachers. I don't understand the point of research papers in general education undergrad classes. I can see having a few classes that focus on research papers. But really, nobody cares. The only point to writing a research paper is to show that you can accomplish something.
But a huge project, presentation, research paper and a comprehensive final seems a little cruel. Why can't teachers be nice and have realistic amounts of homework for the semester?
Why?
That leads into my desire to know who has decided to add more general ed classes and up the hours students are expected to work each week. How can I manage a full load of classes and working part time?
Um... no.
I refuse.
Not like I really have a choice. I want to graduate and I don't want to be swamped by loans. So I guess that leaves me slightly over loaded.
This sucks.
But it will all be over in 45 days.
I have an unbelievable amount of homework to finish before than. It kinda sucks.
Seems like every teacher has decided to assign a research paper. Stupid teachers. I don't understand the point of research papers in general education undergrad classes. I can see having a few classes that focus on research papers. But really, nobody cares. The only point to writing a research paper is to show that you can accomplish something.
But a huge project, presentation, research paper and a comprehensive final seems a little cruel. Why can't teachers be nice and have realistic amounts of homework for the semester?
Why?
That leads into my desire to know who has decided to add more general ed classes and up the hours students are expected to work each week. How can I manage a full load of classes and working part time?
Um... no.
I refuse.
Not like I really have a choice. I want to graduate and I don't want to be swamped by loans. So I guess that leaves me slightly over loaded.
This sucks.
But it will all be over in 45 days.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Cavewoman is announced
This is the part of the post were I am supposed to be typing loudly in all cap letters about how excited I am to have finally found an internship. The only problem is that I already know how the internship will crash and burn, which keeps me from joyously annoying all grumpy people with blithe stories from my life.
It all started on a regular day, as many stories do. I went up to my division to visit with teachers and restock my coffee cup, mostly to get more coffee. While I lounged on the blue love seat with a refilled cup of coffee my advisor flounced up to me and said the words that sealed my doom.
"I've found an internship you might be interested in."
"Really?" I replied barely containing my jubilation. "What company is if for?"
"I don't remember," said my advisor. "But, a nice lady called me earlier asking about communication majors who need internships. Since I know you still need a second internship to graduate I gave her your name."
"Sweet. What does the company do?"
"Well it's a non profit company that helps (the description will be left out because I like them, even if my contact was a bitch), and they want you to write a grant."
"Oh." I have never written a grant before. It sounded difficult. But not too difficult. "Can I get her number?"
And thus began the downfall of my last semester of college.
Everyone knows the very first thing do to when presented with a possible job is to research the company offering said job. I went to the non profits website (after my advisor found out the name, which is only mildly important).
It was the worst website I have ever seen. Seriously. They had six different tabs that had a single line of information written on each different page. Since the website had no information on it I was forced to search madly on the internet for anything remotely related.
After finding every possible link brought up on Google I thought I was well enough informed to call my contact lady, who for all future references will be called the cavewoman.
This is our phone conversation to the best of my memory, which is tainted by a red sea of rage.
"Hello?" cavewomen
"Hell-" Me
"Hello?"
"-" Me. This is the part were it all goes down hill, I was thrown off by her interruption.
"Hello?" Cavewoman
"Hello, my name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is Mi-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
After about six interruptions I am finally able to tell her my name and purpose for calling.
"My advisor said I should call you," Me
"Yes, I am looking for an intern who can write a grant. Have you ever written anything before?" Cavewoman
"Yes, but I have not written a grant before." Me
"That's fine. Do you know what the organization does?" Cavewoman
"Yes (short explanation of non profits work." Me
"Did you even look at our website?" Cavewoman
"Yes..." Me (Am I supposed to say that the website sucks balls on the first meeting?)
"Well what about the other things we do? (list of shit they do)" Cavewoman
"I'm sorry your website did not mention that, but I did find it mentioned in the local newspaper." Me
"Oh, the website doesn't mention that?" Cavewoman
"No." Me
"Oh. Well do you even want this internship?"
"Yes." Me (Lady why would I have called if I didn't want to internship?)
Then we set up a time to meet. It ended up being the day after I called her, which was way sooner than I would have been able to meet if I had not just put together my portfolio for a class.
Then comes the wonderful part were she tells me what to bring.
"Okay we will meet at this location." Cavewoman
"Okay, what type of writing sample do you want me to bring?" Me
"Well bring a writing sample and a list of classes you have taken." Cavewoman
"Okay." Me
"Also bring a list of jobs you have worked previously, like a resume." Cavewoman
"Sure." Me
I have a brilliant idea, why don't I just bring my resume? Apparently me being a senior in college means nothing to her. The whole thing with the writing sample was so stupid. If I am applying for a job to write a grant, which I would suggest not doing, why in all the seven hells would I not bring a writing sample?
This is the point I should have realized there was no way on earth I could work with the cavewoman effectively. But no, I was so desperate for an internship I completely ignored all the signs saying "Working for this lady will be a blow to your self worth since she critiques everything and assumes you know nothing" and "I am a bitch."
Next time I will talk about the joyous interview and who that should have tipped me off as well.
It all started on a regular day, as many stories do. I went up to my division to visit with teachers and restock my coffee cup, mostly to get more coffee. While I lounged on the blue love seat with a refilled cup of coffee my advisor flounced up to me and said the words that sealed my doom.
"I've found an internship you might be interested in."
"Really?" I replied barely containing my jubilation. "What company is if for?"
"I don't remember," said my advisor. "But, a nice lady called me earlier asking about communication majors who need internships. Since I know you still need a second internship to graduate I gave her your name."
"Sweet. What does the company do?"
"Well it's a non profit company that helps (the description will be left out because I like them, even if my contact was a bitch), and they want you to write a grant."
"Oh." I have never written a grant before. It sounded difficult. But not too difficult. "Can I get her number?"
And thus began the downfall of my last semester of college.
Everyone knows the very first thing do to when presented with a possible job is to research the company offering said job. I went to the non profits website (after my advisor found out the name, which is only mildly important).
It was the worst website I have ever seen. Seriously. They had six different tabs that had a single line of information written on each different page. Since the website had no information on it I was forced to search madly on the internet for anything remotely related.
After finding every possible link brought up on Google I thought I was well enough informed to call my contact lady, who for all future references will be called the cavewoman.
This is our phone conversation to the best of my memory, which is tainted by a red sea of rage.
"Hello?" cavewomen
"Hell-" Me
"Hello?"
"-" Me. This is the part were it all goes down hill, I was thrown off by her interruption.
"Hello?" Cavewoman
"Hello, my name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is Mi-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
After about six interruptions I am finally able to tell her my name and purpose for calling.
"My advisor said I should call you," Me
"Yes, I am looking for an intern who can write a grant. Have you ever written anything before?" Cavewoman
"Yes, but I have not written a grant before." Me
"That's fine. Do you know what the organization does?" Cavewoman
"Yes (short explanation of non profits work." Me
"Did you even look at our website?" Cavewoman
"Yes..." Me (Am I supposed to say that the website sucks balls on the first meeting?)
"Well what about the other things we do? (list of shit they do)" Cavewoman
"I'm sorry your website did not mention that, but I did find it mentioned in the local newspaper." Me
"Oh, the website doesn't mention that?" Cavewoman
"No." Me
"Oh. Well do you even want this internship?"
"Yes." Me (Lady why would I have called if I didn't want to internship?)
Then we set up a time to meet. It ended up being the day after I called her, which was way sooner than I would have been able to meet if I had not just put together my portfolio for a class.
Then comes the wonderful part were she tells me what to bring.
"Okay we will meet at this location." Cavewoman
"Okay, what type of writing sample do you want me to bring?" Me
"Well bring a writing sample and a list of classes you have taken." Cavewoman
"Okay." Me
"Also bring a list of jobs you have worked previously, like a resume." Cavewoman
"Sure." Me
I have a brilliant idea, why don't I just bring my resume? Apparently me being a senior in college means nothing to her. The whole thing with the writing sample was so stupid. If I am applying for a job to write a grant, which I would suggest not doing, why in all the seven hells would I not bring a writing sample?
This is the point I should have realized there was no way on earth I could work with the cavewoman effectively. But no, I was so desperate for an internship I completely ignored all the signs saying "Working for this lady will be a blow to your self worth since she critiques everything and assumes you know nothing" and "I am a bitch."
Next time I will talk about the joyous interview and who that should have tipped me off as well.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Why February Rocks!
February is the coolest month in the year.Hands down. There are no other competitors. Not even close. You want to know why?
It has nothing to do with Valentines day. Not a freaking thing.
It's not because of the weather either.
And, contrary to what you are probably thinking, it is not because my birthday is in February.
Nope. It's none of those things.
It's the fact that February is the only month in the year with exactly 28 days. Do you know the importance of that statement?
That means that February is the only, and I mean only, month that has exactly four weeks long. Except for once every 4 years, but that is really not February's fault.
I will talk more about this issue later. But right now one to more important things.
I had a birthday party last night. No it was not on the day of my birthday, but who cares? Not me.
It was the most spectacular birthday ever! My loverly friends made me a minesweeper cake! How freaking awesome is that? Pretty freaking amazing. Plus they got me a Tinker Bell candle, and nothing is cooler than Tinker Bell.
Not only did I get an amazing cupcake minsweeper master piece they also bought me presents. I LOVE getting presents. It's fabulous.
I got a hilarious mug from Tay. (I will try and post pictures later). A desk vacuum in the shape of a pig from Court. A gift card from Joe (To the magical world of Barnes & Noble, I am secretly in love with Joe right now. Not like that! He has a girlfriend who is freaking fabulous!) Some super fab earrings from Aprille, they are ubber cute!
And to top it all off I got a package from my mom. Not just any package. Get this it was ...
A party in a box!
I kid you not. She packed up everything I would need to have an awesome party and sent it to me. Down to table confetti and a bubble machine (I now own a bubble machine, eeek!). Mommy also put presents in so that I would have something to open on my birthday (which I would never have opened last night after the party ... not me).
This was, by far, the best birthday party I've ever had. I have fantastic friends that know how to throw a rock'n party.
It has nothing to do with Valentines day. Not a freaking thing.
It's not because of the weather either.
And, contrary to what you are probably thinking, it is not because my birthday is in February.
Nope. It's none of those things.
It's the fact that February is the only month in the year with exactly 28 days. Do you know the importance of that statement?
That means that February is the only, and I mean only, month that has exactly four weeks long. Except for once every 4 years, but that is really not February's fault.
I will talk more about this issue later. But right now one to more important things.
I had a birthday party last night. No it was not on the day of my birthday, but who cares? Not me.
It was the most spectacular birthday ever! My loverly friends made me a minesweeper cake! How freaking awesome is that? Pretty freaking amazing. Plus they got me a Tinker Bell candle, and nothing is cooler than Tinker Bell.
Not only did I get an amazing cupcake minsweeper master piece they also bought me presents. I LOVE getting presents. It's fabulous.
I got a hilarious mug from Tay. (I will try and post pictures later). A desk vacuum in the shape of a pig from Court. A gift card from Joe (To the magical world of Barnes & Noble, I am secretly in love with Joe right now. Not like that! He has a girlfriend who is freaking fabulous!) Some super fab earrings from Aprille, they are ubber cute!
And to top it all off I got a package from my mom. Not just any package. Get this it was ...
A party in a box!
I kid you not. She packed up everything I would need to have an awesome party and sent it to me. Down to table confetti and a bubble machine (I now own a bubble machine, eeek!). Mommy also put presents in so that I would have something to open on my birthday (which I would never have opened last night after the party ... not me).
This was, by far, the best birthday party I've ever had. I have fantastic friends that know how to throw a rock'n party.
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