Lest I fall on my ass while dreaming

This is a bit of an old story, but I’ve had a busy weekend so this is all you get. 😉

Monique wanted to know about my bus ride home from my recent trip to NYC (read journal entries 1, 2 & 3) when I proclaimed that it wasn’t that great on July 7. So I’m dedicating this post to her…

I should’ve seen it as an omen that the bus ride home wasn’t going to be as smooth as the ride over to New York. And I was expecting that I wouldn’t get much sleep on the bus after I discovered that both my Bubble and I had misread the information on where the bus would be leaving from. Granted my worst fear of being packed in like sardines wasn’t realised but having to be semi-aware the whole overnight ride wasn’t that much better.

The bus driver was a really nice guy, but he drove like a maniac. The bus wasn’t that packed so I was able to get two seats all to myself, which meant that I could fold up my legs, lean them up against the window and lay my back flat on the two seats. This was great during the ride over because there was quite a bit of traffic so he couldn’t drive that fast on the curvy highway. But because it was an overnight bus, there wasn’t that much traffic so he was zipping by at a kazillion miles an hour around all the bends. This meant that every now and the bus would jerk and the image of my ass firmly hitting the ground and the entire bus laughing at me would periodically invade my dream of the private concert John Mayer was holding for me.

It wasn’t the worst that could’ve happened, but it did mean that when I got home all I could do was sleep some more and I’m pretty sure that messed up my chances of getting the interview with the new lead the placement agency has been trying to get for me – because I couldn’t call her to tell her when I was available when I was asleep, now could I? Of course, I probably could’ve called when I woke up at noon, but I forgot.

Of course, this happened a while ago… so forgetting to call the agency isn’t that big of a deal anymore. ;P

Driving in bad weather & other gripes…

I don’t understand something… why is it that when it’s either raining or snowing heavily, or worse yet freezing rain people decide to stop being sensible drivers. I mean sure there are plenty of idiots out there but for the most part, people do drive somewhat sensibly. Toronto was hit with quite a bit of freezing rain the other day and as we all struggled to see, I saw *so many* damn idiots drifting from one lane to the next in an attempt to change lanes.

Do they not understand that when it’s freezing rain out or foggy the most important thing that will help other drivers see them is, say it with me now, light?!?

Something else I wanted to talk about is passive-agressive-control-freak-micro-managers. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned one of the projects I’m working on for class where we will essentially be running a restaurant for one lunch period. The restaurant is basically a reserved section that exists in the cafeteria of my program’s home building. We have been given the chance to re-brand, re-design the menu (both graphics and food), as well as restructure the ‘organization’. The problem starts with the fact that not only are there 4 General Managers (because we each run the restaurant for one lunch period per week for four weeks), but there are 4 GM’s in each section! There are two sections… so basically there are eight General Managers trying to run one company?! Disaster!

What I really wanted to gripe about though is the fact that there is this one GM who I thought was a nice guy, and while he is very smart and somewhat efficient and (apparently) has a lot of management experience he has absolutely no idea how to truly manage people. I know that I have a problem with speaking too agressively sometimes when I don’t think before I speak and pretty much just react. But if I were faced with someone like me and had to work with someone like me, I wouldn’t do what he’s been doing. And I know I would do this because I have had to in the past… but I would have a talk with the person, sit them down and let them know that their tone doesn’t always sit well. But instead, if there is something (like the logo design for example) that I have done that he doesn’t like… he’ll ask someone else to do something from scratch and then go around and ask the class to vote on which one is better.

I’m sorry, are we still in grade 2? Oh wait, we didn’t even do that in grade 2! I mean that’s like the GM of a company getting all of the employees all together in a big meeting and asking them to vote on the logo of the company?! For fuck’s sake, that’s something that’s supposed to be decided even before you hire people that you have attend that stupid meeting. Oh it made me so mad. And I don’t care that mine wasn’t chosen, what I do care about is how it was done. The choice was valid, the other logo design was better suited to the concept of the new brand but I’m pretty sure that going through my list of fonts (because that’s really what determined whether it looked more ‘casual’ or ‘formal’) would’ve taken me all of 2 minutes.

The more I write about this, the more I want to talk to him about what I’m feeling… but I don’t know if it’s worth it. At the same time that I do still have some respect for the guy, I don’t know if I care enough to help ‘better’ him. Not to mention that if he doesn’t respect me (which would be an assumption, but can be assumed from the fact that he can’t tell me things to my face – though that can attributed other psychological aspects) then what I say won’t matter and I would’ve wasted my breath and energy. Plus, the fact that the major planning is done and over with and its time for our department heads to take what we’ve given them and run with it… with some guidance from us.

But I’m not the type of person that likes being fake to people… plus something he said in their section’s class today that really bothered me and I don’t know if I can let it go. But, I am going to take a few days and see just how long I stay angry about it. If it’s worth it then I’m sure I can wait until we go back to school after reading week.

Ack. I don’t want to bitch anymore.