Ahhh, the Corporate World, How I HATE thee....

I hate quarter end. I thought I liked it because it made me busy, and time flew. But, I realize, I just like that it makes time fly in a job I don't like. And every quarter they push up the deadlines, because, and I quote "Anything can be met." Sure, but at what cost?!?!? My sanity!!!!? One man has been helping everyone all day, not complaning. I need help from him. My boss would like me to bug him about it tonight. The man has had no rest from us! None, yet, anything can be done. Unrealistic deadlines turn into doable. Why am I here? I miss Dunkin' Donuts..... More to come on the ultra Fabulous NJ trip!!!!

My Bike was stolen....:(

As I walked out of my class at OCC, I had this feeling of excitement, I AM A STUDENT AGAIN! It's fun, it's exhilirating, it's stinkin' frustrating to walk to the bike rack that you locked your bike up at and realize, there is no bike there. Yep, that's right, my bike was stolen. Not only did I lock my bike, but I locked it with a steel cable through the front tire and frame, meaning 1 thing; they used cutters. Don't get me wrong, my bike was the cutest thing out there in my opinion, how could someone not want to have it, ha, but seriously steal it?! Amongst other bikes, other aspiring students, some person came in with the intent to steal, or else they wouldn't have the equipment capable to remove my bike. How sad. What has become of people really? One friend laughed at me and told me to have a heart because maybe they needed it. Really? I mean, I do have a heart, but can we stop for 1 minute and at least admit that sucks? Am I supposed to feel sorry for someone that goes with intent to steal by bringing equipment to cut steel, and say, well, yes, yes, but they NEEDED that bike, so its ok? I was sad, well first shocked, then sad. Pathetic and sad, as I walked, slumped shoulders to the Campus Safety office, sniffling, trying to act like a big girl that doesn't give a rip about material possessions, when really, inside I felt violated in some way. I told God that it sucked. I'm pretty sure He agrees, things that happen in this world, suck. I tried telling another friend, but basically got blown off. I was sad, walking home, just wanting someone to hug, mascara dripping down my cheeks, oh I was a sight to see, and I called my dad, who is the best. He calmed me down, agreed that ya, it sucks, and its not about the money (though, in my current state, the $$ that I just spent on a bike 2 months ago kinda does pang a little) that's it's horrible and how could he help. He listened, consoled, agreed, just what I needed. Seriously, dads are the best. Bike stealers....... not so much.