Blah. There comes a time when you live in a little 4 by 4 dorm room and you realize you can't find anything important because your floor is covered with clothes, bottles of water, important papers, etc. that you might want to vacuum.
Time for another tale.
If you look over to the right you'll see that I added two new people: one is my mentor, who we'll call Workaholic, and my newest good friend who shall be named Twin (we're so much alike its scary). Just so that you folks will know what the hell I'm babbling about.
Once upon a time I had a vision--to have a small, quaint book club on campus for students, so that they could relax (you know, I'm always thinking about other people....). I didn't know shit about starting an org and the ends and outs with dealing with the corrupt student gov, so Workaholic stepped in and took me under my wing. Under her tutelage, I learned how to apply for grants, she secured me an office, etc. And of course, I named her vice president of my org.
After that, I set about applying for small grants, making plans to advertise, creating a website for the org, getting furniture for our office (she's sharing the office as well), picking up keys, reminding her of deadlines, etc.
Last week, before I left for my vacay, we sat down and decided that we would go up to the student government for money to go to the National Black Book Conference in Atlanta next fall. She gave me examples of what to fill out, pretty much handed me all the information and told me to make sure to get in by the deadline, Friday. My book club is multicultural. And after calculating the costs for the trip, $3000, I rethought asking for the money and decided (without letting her know) that I would wait until next year when we had actual members (I haven't even had the chance or funds to start advertising) to find a book club conference that wasn't limited to just one genre of books and try to attend that.
Today she sent me an IM asking if I turned in the papers, and I told her no, and explained why. Understandably, she was pissed and in a roundabout way accused me of being scared to ask for funding which was coming from our money anyway. I apologized and promised to find a more suitable conference. She kind of just stopped IMing me, her own way of ignoring me. At first, I felt guilty but justified. I mean, hell, I am the President of the org. Then after talking the situation over with Mom I felt guilty and immature. However, I'm definitely NOT looking forward to apologizing to her in her face. To be completely honest, she kind of scares me.
Anywho, Till next time...
Monday, October 22, 2007
Updates?
Isn't there a fine line between being an artist and being an idiot? There's gotta be. Or else, I'm screwed.
It's been awhile, folks. And as usual, I have a reason for it--not knowing what I can and can't write about. My last post was before I found out about FERPA (The Family Education Rights and Privacy Act) and how my bosses surf the net for incriminating blogs. I can't even pretend that I'm bad ass--that scared the shit out of me. How the hell was I going to blog when my life was consumed by idiot residents and their shenanigans?
From my last post until about last week, I was a RA. Not a person, a human being with feelings, emotions, a need to vent--I was (and still am) owned by University Housing. When they tell you that being a RA is basically being in a fishbowl, they are NOT kidding. Everywhere I went, residents were watching, waiting for me to fuck up, etc. My bosses were everywhere because they live in the dorms, too. And apparently, there is a secret world in RA land where RAs and security date each other, become bestest friends, worst enemies, and are practically each others lives for the next 1-3 years. I don't know about y'all, but I was NOT having that shit.
No, I didn't quit. But I did have to accomplish putting the fear of God into the hearts of my rezs (residents), programming for the little fuckers, attending shit loads of meetings, classes, filming, battling gossip that was stemming from some of my insecure coworkers, dealing with not having enough time suddenly for my family, getting shit together for my book club (a new organization here on campus) that I'm the president of, and dealing with Boyfriend. Needless to say I didn't have time to breathe, sleep and sometimes, bathe.
But, I press on. I was in hyperdrive for three months, and then Boyfriend bought me a ticket to come see him for his homecoming. I went, did the usual, and came back. Now I'm trying to work myself back up in a frenzy again so that I can finish out the next 6 weeks. And it ain't happenin. I came back today to find my decorations that I put up ripped down, along with fliers and a bulletin board I worked semi-hard on. The little shit eaters had moved furniture, and probably partied it up once they realized I wasn't around. I was pissed off for about 15 minutes and then I went into a depressed mode. I didn't realize post-vacay made you so damned lazy.
So, what do you do when you're in charge of 72 asswhipes and their social development skills, a blossoming student org, filming for portfolio and editing another for the same purpose (which are both due the 2nd week of December), working on a required conceptual studies project (don't ask....), and trying to maintain your relationships with the people you love?
You ditch two classes, say "Fuck it" for your To Do list for today, crawl into bed, eat a bag of M&Ms, Funyuns, and slurp down tons of soda.
Trust me, I have more to talk about: my mentor/vice prez of my org is pissed off at me right now, the Saved Sinners have been in trouble with the law, Boyfriend and I are forever dealing with issues, and I'm constipated. Yup.
Till next time...
It's been awhile, folks. And as usual, I have a reason for it--not knowing what I can and can't write about. My last post was before I found out about FERPA (The Family Education Rights and Privacy Act) and how my bosses surf the net for incriminating blogs. I can't even pretend that I'm bad ass--that scared the shit out of me. How the hell was I going to blog when my life was consumed by idiot residents and their shenanigans?
From my last post until about last week, I was a RA. Not a person, a human being with feelings, emotions, a need to vent--I was (and still am) owned by University Housing. When they tell you that being a RA is basically being in a fishbowl, they are NOT kidding. Everywhere I went, residents were watching, waiting for me to fuck up, etc. My bosses were everywhere because they live in the dorms, too. And apparently, there is a secret world in RA land where RAs and security date each other, become bestest friends, worst enemies, and are practically each others lives for the next 1-3 years. I don't know about y'all, but I was NOT having that shit.
No, I didn't quit. But I did have to accomplish putting the fear of God into the hearts of my rezs (residents), programming for the little fuckers, attending shit loads of meetings, classes, filming, battling gossip that was stemming from some of my insecure coworkers, dealing with not having enough time suddenly for my family, getting shit together for my book club (a new organization here on campus) that I'm the president of, and dealing with Boyfriend. Needless to say I didn't have time to breathe, sleep and sometimes, bathe.
But, I press on. I was in hyperdrive for three months, and then Boyfriend bought me a ticket to come see him for his homecoming. I went, did the usual, and came back. Now I'm trying to work myself back up in a frenzy again so that I can finish out the next 6 weeks. And it ain't happenin. I came back today to find my decorations that I put up ripped down, along with fliers and a bulletin board I worked semi-hard on. The little shit eaters had moved furniture, and probably partied it up once they realized I wasn't around. I was pissed off for about 15 minutes and then I went into a depressed mode. I didn't realize post-vacay made you so damned lazy.
So, what do you do when you're in charge of 72 asswhipes and their social development skills, a blossoming student org, filming for portfolio and editing another for the same purpose (which are both due the 2nd week of December), working on a required conceptual studies project (don't ask....), and trying to maintain your relationships with the people you love?
You ditch two classes, say "Fuck it" for your To Do list for today, crawl into bed, eat a bag of M&Ms, Funyuns, and slurp down tons of soda.
Trust me, I have more to talk about: my mentor/vice prez of my org is pissed off at me right now, the Saved Sinners have been in trouble with the law, Boyfriend and I are forever dealing with issues, and I'm constipated. Yup.
Till next time...
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