the vynsane asylum

I've never complained too much in depth about this dump, though I hate it, but I am so fed up with stupid micromanagement. As of today, I have to spend a fucking hour every day drafting a "priority list" and listing current status of every project, regardless of how inconsequential. I have projects that have been in the works for two years because someone has to approve a ridiculously simple correction, but no one is willing to fucking commit, so we're sending out sales literature and manuals with the wrong fucking info. So now I have to, instead of actually working, do this goddamned report because my boss is a micromanager but can't actually keep tabs on what we're doing on her own.

An indication of the nonsensical nature of this place: everyone in Marketing now has Adobe Creative Suite 2. I'm the only one with a use for it, and the only one who knows how to use it. But this $800 software package was purchased for everyone so that anyone can back me up if I'm out. Goofy enough, but I was recently told not to do documents in InDesign (part of Creative Suite, in case you didn't know) if they could be done in Word, regardless of how much more time it takes to do anything other than straight text in that piece of shit software for morons, in case someone else needed to edit something. Keeping in mind, of course, that everyone now has the software to edit it in InDesign. So now, as documents come up, I actually have to roll them back to this clunky program just so people who don't know how to use their fucking software can edit them. Never mind that I'm the only person with "responsible for editing documents" in my job description.

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nice, yeah... i had a project that was held up for about two months because someone had to approve stuff, but for the most part that's an oddity at my better job.

o + bye the way my job is 2 suck ding dongs be caus i am a gaye!!!!

i WORK WITH sNIGTAD'S dAD. i DO A LOT OF DRILLING AND PUMPING, AND THEN HE DUMPS MY LOAD.

Latest:

When in college (studying what, I don't know), she dated Gene Rodenberry. However, she didn't remember his name, only that he created Star Trek and his name ended in "berry."

Having problems finding a local contact based on zip code. Tried several times, and no results. Turns out, didn't have Num Lock on, and didn't notice that there was nothing actually being entered in the text field!

D'oh!

to quote the Hyena


HEHEHEHEHEHE,


stupid bitch.

It doesn't stop coming.

Now, she owns the biggest horse in the USA. Her best friend owns the second biggest.

Mas:

She ws playing with some sort of internet radio today, flipping through channels. She came across BB King doing "Key to the Highway" and began laughing. She giggled for about fifteen seconds, then turned it.

"So, you don't like BB King?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah! I love him!"

And yet it was painfully obvious that she neither knew what she'd been listening to nor why I was asking.

It's like talking to a brick wall, only not as smart.

Dude, you should throw a ball out the window and see if she chases it.

Here's more insanity:

She says her parents are Irish, and immigrated shortly before she was born. This despite the fact she's said before that her parents were Mormon, and we know how many Mormons hail from Ireland. She said she often reverts back to an Irish accent, then did a flawless Swedish accent, complete with "Yahs," that she apparently thinks is Irish!

Her father taught her Spanish before English, because he had a deep love of languages, but she doesn't know a damned word of it now.

Finally, this morning she went on to me about how great The Departed is, how much she loves Scorsese, how Gangs of New York was another masterpiiece but not as good. And two minutes ago, she told someone that The Departed was horrible, and that Gangs of New York was the worst movie she'd ever seen and Scorsese can't make a film without a lot of unnecessary blood and violence.

Go figure.

Here's the latest:

She apparently auditioned as an extra for an independent film that's being filmed in the next town over. She got a role as a speaking extra. (This much is, it seems, actually true, and verified by a few other people here.)

Anywho, to put this in some perspective: This is a first film by a new producer and director. He's filming it in this podunk town about two hours from LA. It's a love story, and it's rated PG. (Don't ask me how it's rated if it hasn't started filming. This is the point where the bullshit begins.) They are, it appears, using non-SAG actors.

She's considering (or at least saying she's considering) quitting here because this could lead to a career in film!

(Oh, yeah, by the way, she now used to be an accomplished stage actress in addition to everything else.)

Chux, you should really keep a tape recorder handy so we can here this crazy bitch in action.

Not super-great, but the latest, in the grand tradition of the "Mellow Yellow" mixup mentioned way back:

"Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" was a huge hit for The Mamas and The Papas. (Not sure what it had to do with McCartney and Wings.)

Christ. . . .

I was running a report earlier today, and found a so-obvious fake inquiry. It was from Bob Dylan. He works for Shamon-Shamon Industries, on Blanket Street, in the town of Michael Jackson, NY. Oh, and the zip code was 1234. (No fifth digit.) His title? "Thriller."

She had entered this into the database and sent stuff to this guy! I showed it to her, and really calmly said, "I'm not sure this one is legitimate." She thought it was hysterically funny. And yet, she missed the truly funny part: she was so goddamned stupid that she not only thought it was real, she fucking typed everything out without noticing anything amiss, and sent shit to this address!