Saturday, March 29, 2008
call me satrical, it's my happy word
As usual, I have things to complain about. I think I should get a job about complaining. I'd have my own company.
As usual,
1) my ideas are being stolen;
2) I am not given credit for my work;
3) I'm doing double the rubbish for half the recognition;
4) the way NY works can only remind me of a saggy old woman (strangely forgetful yet unforgiving); and
5) I am constantly reminded that if it wasn't for my CCA, I'd be happily prancing about in VJC now.
It's a mixture of pride and regret, that I chose not to transfer. If I could still be in NYCO even if I was in a different school I'd be ever so happy.
400th post, wow.
As usual,
1) my ideas are being stolen;
2) I am not given credit for my work;
3) I'm doing double the rubbish for half the recognition;
4) the way NY works can only remind me of a saggy old woman (strangely forgetful yet unforgiving); and
5) I am constantly reminded that if it wasn't for my CCA, I'd be happily prancing about in VJC now.
It's a mixture of pride and regret, that I chose not to transfer. If I could still be in NYCO even if I was in a different school I'd be ever so happy.
400th post, wow.
# posted at 3:05 AM
