YesS I'm StiLL CompLaiNinG!!!

There's actually been several revelations in my pathetic little life. First they finally got enough spunk in their steps to hire me at work. I now have medical coverage. School is out for another semester, and in a haste to fill up my class schedule, FOR the semester, already a week into the SUM of the semester, I wound up taking an ASL class, american sign language, Biology, a Film class, and a specialty writing course, Story and Journal, which translated into 3 projects, 4 papers, 1 presentation and 105 pages worth of written material for the fiction courses, and that doesn’t include exams. The film class???…doubled as an additional Fiction course, and I, of course, am a fiction writing major. If you can only imagine the woes. I got through with just about everything except the 105 pages. I think I might’ve stretched it to 80. But then again, who cares, semester ended.

It’ll be my luck someone tries to fail me, or worse, give me a C minus, WHICH, I found out by speaking with my Advisor, is like failing anyway because you don’t get graduation credit for the classes you recieve below a C in if the class is congruent with your major. Balderdash! So I'm a lackluster student?? So heads may have to role. But here’s my excuse….

Jerome and I have been on the verge of moving ALL semester. Apartments had to be viewed, calls had to be made, we spent several nights calculating our finances, we even went on spending diets, i.e, I had to give of Jamba Juice and he surrendered Starbucks. If anyone can relate to the stresses associated with having to move; finding the movers, gathering supplies, boxing your shit, letting SBC know where to reroute the services; I was burdened ALL semester LONG. Give me a break (WHICH is the bullshit I’mma tell my teachers, whence they try to fail me: Give me a BREAK). And not only did Jerome and I forge forth in pursuit of Love and the respect of loving, but going to work became taxing. There were several layoffs, a few people quit, a lot of temps got cancelled and before I could rub the dust outta my eye, our crew of 16 people got spliced in two and receding yet still. Talk about overtime. Days when I would normally get off no later than 10 in the evening, I’m lucky now to get off at 12 in the morning. AND DON’T Let there be another hostage/suicide-takeover situation happen in our building (did you hear about that???). I didn’t get off until 2 thirty Saturday morning having started work 4 o’clock Friday evening. The buses stop running, getting home becomes a concern and class is always less than eight hours away. Don’t you need 8 hours to sleep??? I digress. You can’t call off—I’m a new hire, I’m on probation until January 10th, there was no vacation time—they hired me too late in the year!! What am I suppose to do but go to work and go to school. I need assistance…I need to call Oprah.

So the move happened the weekend of Dec. 16th, this past weekend, which just so happened to be finals week AND the week everyone went on vacation at work. Here am I on Monday having survived it all, slept barely a wink and scheduled to be at work tonight. YaY to da Me!

I’m adjusting my major, I believe. I’m adding Marketing as a minor. I hear its gonna set me back and extra semester of schooling, which I figure to be okay provided I get what I need out of the program. I bought my camera, I bought my laptop, I finally saw Keith’s new apartment, Jerome and I broke up, I’m in the market for my own place, Kimora refuses to speak to me, Dreamgirls, starring Jennifer Hudson, will soon be out in theaters, I don’t wanna go to work tonight, I believe I’m in need of a shave.

Ciao!!!