I am usually a very happy go lucky person, but sometimes I get annoyed or angry. But for some people close to me, it is jaw dropping when they see me angry. I understand that it is not often my demeanor but there is no need for the dramatic response to my attitude change. I think that I have pent up anger because I always just put on a happy face for everybody. So now that the bitch in me wants to make an appearance on certain occasions. I think that I have earned the right to bitch sometimes. But that is neither here nor there.
I am in a good mood today even though there is drama surrounding me. I work at Chickenhead University and the students are a little upset about some of the things going on. I come to work not knowing is school will be open or not. I guess I should be worried, but I feel like it has been a long time coming. We shall see......
The stories of a lil ole black girl from the South. Sometimes life is a little harder than it looks and people always need a sounding board.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
A typical day in the land of Chickenheads
I have always loved helping people, but I must start helping myself. My job is turning into a big ass nightmare. I did not go to grad school just to become a telemarketer. Let me give you a little background information: I am an academic advisor at a proprietary school in Atlanta. In layman's terms, I register students at a for-profit college. I had an idea of what I was getting into when I signed on, but now it is taking its toll. I am starting to feel like a grunt and my co-workers and I do the shit that nobody else wants to. I am tired of holding my tongue, so it is about to get ugly. I have already been looking for a new job, but now I am not sure if I am staying in Atlanta or not. I have been thinking about relocating to NYC, but that is just a dream for now.
I am now preparing to go to a meeting and pretend to be interested in what everybody else is talking about. I have fallen asleep far too many times in these meetings. I am ashamed because my work ethic is better than that, but this is not my dream job.
I am now preparing to go to a meeting and pretend to be interested in what everybody else is talking about. I have fallen asleep far too many times in these meetings. I am ashamed because my work ethic is better than that, but this is not my dream job.
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