Can It Get Any Worse?

Just when you think you’re on a roll and things are going your way for once… That’s when life hits you with that proverbial “fuck you” pie and then laughs when you go blind. Yeah, it laughs at you. Or well I’m pretty sure thats what the hacker is/was doing when (s)he completely dashed my hopes of getting a good grade on my Marketing Strategies project.

Yep, that’s right kiddies. The Whitters got hax0rd. I made a mistake, and this time my project got fucked for it. Now our backend deliverable for the project is completely undeliverable because I know it isn’t safe, and at the moment, I don’t know why. So today after our presentation, I am basically removing myself from my group and offering myself up as a sacrifice to the powers that be in hopes that they will take pity on my group members. We’re still delivering a pretty spectacular front-end website and a promise that I will personally fix and deliver the backend to them ASAP.

Here’s to hoping that they pity me. Or at least my group. I don’t want them going down for something that I did.

Worst April 1st Ever

Apparently the altercation with my 2.5 admin panel was just a warning of things to come.. Today has been the worst 1st of April (for me) ever. Never mind the fact that it was an absolutely gorgeous day weather-wise, or that I absolutely love my boss… Never mind that school’s actually starting to look up for me, or that we finally have a client in I4I who is willing to cooperate with us…

No, just give me 10 minutes of being belittled for my ideas regarding a project (which is a web site might I add) because the professor doesn’t understand what we’re trying to explain to him. And rather than realizing that he doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about, he’d rather tell us we’re wrong. Um, no we’re not. You are, and it’s about damn time you admit it for once in your life.

Also, what the hell is up with people acting like their problems are my fault. I am absolutely fed up with hearing the “thanks for screwing me over” guilt trip. Let me lay this out for you. I am in classes 18 hours a week. I work 10+ hours a week on top of that (usually more like 15). I have to make time for things like eating and sleeping in there somewhere. I have at least one major project in every single class I’m in that I am currently working on. And these projects are on top of the daily homework assignments which can take anywhere from 1-2 hours each to complete. So considering all that, I am most definitely sorry that I’m not willing to drop everything I’m doing to rush to your aid every 10 seconds when you supposedly need my help. I’m sorry that I’m not going to take 4 hours out of my day to drive you God knows where. I’m sorry that my life, my job, and my schoolwork are the most important things to me right now. I’m just sorry. Sue me.

Utterly Unbelievable

I didn’t post yesterday, thus messing up the posting streak that I had going. It’s not that I didn’t have anything to talk about, but when it came down to actually writing something, I blanked; I was in shock. In a way, I think I still am. I’ve been proceeding through today in a pretty detached manner. I don’t know what to say, don’t know what to do. I never thought something like this would happen.

I never thought that I would be approached by someone that I’m only acquaintances with, and be handed a printed copy of my personal, locked, journal. I never thought that someone who I thought was my friend woud be capable of doing something so exceedingly low and bitchy to me; and especially not someone who had the audacity last semester to try and lecture me on respect. I’m still really at a loss for words.

However, I’m not just sitting down and taking it up the ass (figuratively speaking). I have contacted our campus’ head of Residential Life and asked him for the go-ahead to move in with someone else. Since he and I have spoken of this matter before, I’m fairly confident that he will give me the answer I am looking for. But right now, I honestly don’t even care if he says no; I am not staying in this room. I can’t stay in a place where I know that my things and privacy are not respected.

Other than the real life drama llama’s following me home, nothing else is going on. I’m sick of the cold weather, and classes are boring as ever. But other than that, life is good.