NEVER FORGET

Except that it’s okay to forget.  Unless you believe that adage of those who forget are condemned to repeat.

Ain’t nothing like extending a birthday weekend than getting a day off due to Confederate Memorial Day. It’s funny, because it’s such an acknowledgment of once such racist beliefs.  Everyone at the office talks about how embarrassing it is that the state still acknowledges it, but I don’t hear anyone complaining about a day off in that dearth period between Moloch Day and Memorial Day that all the other pleebs in the state, and other liberal-minded states don’t get off.

But whatever.  I have today off, and you probably don’t.  Ironically, I’ll still find myself sitting at a computer for a lot of today, before I force myself to get out of the house and go to the store or something, before settling into ME3 time.

Initially amused, wondering if I should be offended

I’m not exactly sure to what this is, but it was sitting on the black and white printer at my work.  At first, I lol’d because being an equal opportunist when it comes to finding amusement in racial stereotypes, I found amusement in this crude adaptation of a chink.

But then it dawned on me that this was sitting on the printer, and that a user in the office had sent it to the printer, meaning someone in the office found some humor in this kind of tasteless art.  The thing is that there aren’t a whole lot of people in my office, and only one other actual Asian person, whom I’m pretty certain they don’t have access to this printer, since they’re on the other side of the office.  But the thing is, although I find it amusing, I realize that the wrong person at the wrong time seeing this would trigger all sorts of shitstorm involving racism and other negative connotations.

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Well, I guess I can watch the season opener now

I’m sick right now.  I rarely get sick.  I’m sick as a motherfucker right now, because people around me get sick because they’re weak and feeble, and their bodies can’t fight off sickness like mine can.  Furthermore, for whatever selfish reasons, these people still decide to show up to work and spread their plague, not realizing that it doesn’t take much to spread plague within an office environment; it’s about as easy to spread as likely as their kids did it at home, when they caught it at another easy place to spread it, like daycare.  Fuck people, stupid fucking idiots all around me.

I skipped trivia last night, because the symptoms were creeping in, and I thought I’d have some time to play some more ME3 instead, but I found myself shivering and miserable, and I ended up going to bed at eight fucking thirty, I felt so shitty.  At least three times I shivered myself to sleep, only to kick off the covers when the heat of fever made being covered unbearable.  I woke up several times to find the metaphorical frog in my throat that hurts like a bitch when I swallow.

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The stereotype behind Lucida Calligraphy

The other day, I got a PowerPoint file, that I was tasked to “clean up.”  Since I’m one of the few people left on the planet apparently, who knows how to correctly use PowerPoint, and its archaic method of style sheets and templates, I get this kind of request a lot.

Apparently, whomever had worked on this PowerPoint before it was turned over to me, also had no idea what they were doing.  Margins completely inconsistent and text boxes and objects shifting all over the place upon scrolling though the slides.  Colors, ever so slightly shifting between slides.  And most blatantly, the fact that slides that were title slides in between categories had all their titles written in Lucida Calligraphy.

My boss stated “I don’t know what kind of person did this, but it needs to be fixed.”

I had to hold my tongue at the answer that immediately popped into my head.

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Why slack today when you can also slack tomorrow?

I don’t really mean to vent so much about my job so much lately, but lately, there really hasn’t been that much going on otherwise in my life, other than eating, LoL-ing or going to the gym.  Routine is good, sometimes.

But today, I don’t really have much else to do.  Long story short, I have a project that’s been going on since November, which is a prime example of what happens when a project manager lets the client walk all over them, and subsequently the creative departments that actually makes the tangible shit happen.  If this were a real creative agency or company, the project would be complete by now because in those types of business models, revisions cost money.  The more revisions, the more money.  The more money involved, the less the client wants to spend, meaning more efficiency on their end, and less tedious work on our end.

I guess it’s not really a shortened story, but to cut to the chase, I’m efficient, and ready for this project to be out the door, and I have literally done all of my part in order to put this project on the doorstep of the printing process.  Literally, this project is all but done aside from the printing.  But the project manager feels that there has been a disconnect in the process, which there was, which I rectified the issues that came up as a result of it, and wants to have a discussion with all the cooks in the kitchen.  But one of the cooks isn’t in the office today, so this discussion is scheduled for when this cook returns.  I explain that there really isn’t a need for any discussion, and I’m essentially dismissively told that yes, there is.  O-kay.

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Have you ever…

Began typing up an email to a colleague explaining how something isn’t going to work with a project, but even when you’re 90% done writing this long and elaborate email with appropriate corporate-ese and buzz words, it dawns on you that it’s still probably just easier to not confer with morons and just do the work, arduous as it might be, just to avoid the impending confusion and headaches that would come along with pressing the “send” button?

 

Today is one of those days

In which I feel as if I have no faith in humanity.  I’m not pompous enough to declare myself a metaphorical mister perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ll go as far as to say that things would be a lot better if there were more people that were a little bit more like me than what they typically are on a regular basis.  I’m amazed at how spineless, stupid, lacking in common sense, oblivious or all of the above, people sometimes are, and today is one of those days in which I can’t seem to get away from any of these metaphorical life ballasts that make my faith in people dwindle even lower than it sometimes gets.

It’s always like this snowball effect too, because it always starts very innocuously, but as they day progresses, I continue to see more and more stupidity, and then my morale towards the human race dips to where I get saddened by it, and then I become irritable.

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