breaking blogging rules

I know this probably falls under the category of things you aren't supposed to blog about because it can come back to bite you, but I need to get this off my chest.

I have this professor who I absolutely can not stand. We're creating a campaign for a competition that has been organized by a group outside of the school. Sounds like a ton of work but a great learning experience, right? Well, sort of.

A ton of work? Oh, yes. Am I learning anything? No, unless you count learning how to be stressed out and angry all the time. She hasn't lectured us a single time, led us in the completely wrong direction for our project (which meant tons of backtracking and extra work), and misses class more than any of us! She's a hypocrite and never has anything nice to say.

Oh, and her misleading us almost meant a lot of money out of our own pockets. I'm a poor college kid, I need all the money I have. I don't need to be throwing it away for no good reason.

Yesterday's class was no better. I spent hours beforehand working with my classmates on a video. We come to class, and she bitches about everything. If she had come to class on Monday, she would have known all the work we've been doing. Then she starts to nit-pick our work to pieces.

"I'm just your tour guide. I'm not going to spoon-feed you." This is just code for "I will not be responsible for any of the major mistakes I've made. I will not lecture or teach you." How crap is that? What am I paying her to do?

When I get angry, I'm not the very best at hiding it. In class Wednesday, she was talking to another student and I was playing with the detailing on the bottom of my shirt. She instantly freaked out and yelled at me for texting. Quite offended, I said, "No, actually, I'm just playing with my shirt. Don't you think I know better, especially in a class of nine students?" She didn't like that.

Prior to this incident, I had been speaking up about my differing opinion about how we had created some of our ads. She wanted to cut something that I thought was quite important. Eventually, we came to a compromise, but not before she said, "Olivia, you can argue with me all day if you want, but this is how it's going to be!"

I'm paying for this education and dammit, I want it to be a good one.

She sent me a very short email yesterday asking to meet with me, no excuses. I guess this has happened with another student in the class, and he told me that she's going to pull me into her office and one by one, tell me every little thing she thinks I'm doing wrong.

I'm going to have to take some Zanax or something before the meeting because I'm worried that all the stuff I've said now will come out. I know better than to ruin my grade over behaving badly, but I just want to scream in her face and tell her that I think she's an awful professor.

Any tips for how to hold it together in a stressful and angering situation???

too skinny jeans and peeing in a cup

Good news!

I finally found myself a job!

I got the job at a local electronics store which just so happens to be right across the parking lot from where the Boyfriend works. It's decent pay and they'll work around my school schedule which is a real blessing, lemme tell ya!

One obvious requirement was to take a drug test... at a hospital thats very, very far away. *Sigh* So I decided just to get it over with since I was out and about anyway. First stop, however, was my favorite store, Forever 21. I had to return a pair of jeans that I bought and didn't fit. I always buy the same size jeans when I go there, so I had purchased this pair without visiting the fitting room. I get home to put them on to go out and, holy shit, I was stuck.

You heard me: stuck. The jeans were so tight around my calf muscles that I thought I'd never get out. Now imagine me squirming on the floor trying to wriggle myself out of these outrageous skinnies. Oh yeah, it came to that. Well, in the process, I ripped the tag off. I go to the store, ready to make the exchange, and the store manager refused to return them. Not even my embarassing story could convince her.

I'm a hot-headed person sometimes. I will admit that. And something about this lady pissed me off. Don't get me wrong: I've worked retail before. I understand the policies and why they exist. But come on... I never wore them! So she gave me the district manager's number and while standing at the counter fuming, I called her until she picked up. She authorized the exchange, no problem. In your face, biatch.

Now off to my second destination. State Fair is currently going on which meant obscene traffic on my way to the drug test. When I got there, I quickly realized the mapquest address was wrong as I found myself at a dentist's office and a plastic surgery facility. Now, this hospital is huge... I'm talking about blocks and blocks worth of buildings. I parked in not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR parking lots/structures before I finally found the right place. To say the least I was irritated that my new employer hadn't given better directions.

Oh well, all that drama is behind me. The Boyfriend is taking me out for a celebratory dinner tonight so I better get ready!

Oh, and before I forget, That'd What Je Said also had an interview today (hope it went well!) and while reviewing possible interview questions to prepare, she came across this one: "What is your personal mission statement?" and it really got me thinking. I'm going to ponder that for awhile and will have my answer for you later.

What is your personal mission statement?

(pictures from here and here)