"I hate my fucking job" was scrawled across my office whiteboard for a while this morning. The department head sent out 2 "final" versions of a new 8x12 foot poster that will go in the lobby of the building. Every single paragraph had a word misspelled! Yeah, that'll look nice in 3" high letters. Not. Plus, the poster itself is crap. Really. It looks like something from the early 90s, put together by a kid with a cracked copy of Photoshop.
I am pissed that NOBODY has bothered to proofread the copy for the poster. Not the faculty who have been given the text to review. Not the "designer" (and yes, I'm using air quotes here) who put together the poster. Nobody. How hard is it to fucking run spellcheck before you cut & paste the text? With all of 6 short paragraphs on a page, why couldn't anybody notice the typos?
I'm pissed at the department head who gives me revised text for the website which is so poorly written that I have no idea what he's trying to say. I've cleaned up as much as I can, but frankly, I just don't care anymore. I'm annoyed that he wants me to put two of the most boring video clips ever onto his faculty page. Nobody will ever watch them. Hell, I have no idea what they are.
Pray that my freelance job comes through, please. Otherwise I'm going to need one of you (my friends, that is - not any crazy internet stalker folk) to make me your kept woman, because I can't survive working full-time here much longer. I don't do dishes, but I'll make you an endless supply of WTFWJD bracelets & get all the spyware off your computer.
Posted by rachel at August 31, 2004 12:02 PM
i wish i could be your sugar mama! but I'll gladly have you over for a nice vegetarian dinner for one of your highly-coveted WTFWJD bracelets!
Posted by: colleen w at September 1, 2004 12:01 PM