I hope not a lot of people read this besides Laura and Chappy. I suppose I just need to vent. Laura, you are already familiar with the situation.
Recently on some message boards someone wrote that they liked my Big Brother podcast, and of course someone responded that they couldn't stand me and Scott because our recaps were too long, and we always took the majority opinion on all issues.
I responded with what I thought was sincerity, and I really did try to come across as pleasant, and I said thank you for the criticism, that we were working on the recap length, and we would love to have his input if it was different from our opinions.
He proceeded to e-mail me and said that if I was trying to start a flame war, or get more listeners with this controversy he basically didn't want any part of it. I was kind of flabberghasted. I really did just want his opinion. I want to represent what everyone thinks on the podcast, not just what Scott and I feel, because nobody would listen if we just spouted off our opinions and proclaimed that they were the only and right opinions.
This incident just reminds me of how careful I need to be on message boards, and through e-mail because no matter how nice you try to be, your tone does not translate through the internet, which is rather unfortunate.
I feel like his opinions would have been a great asset to the podcast, and I'm disappointed, because situations such as this can change my cheery demenor and put a damper on my podcast operations.
But I'll move on, and just remember to watch my step, as I advise you to as well. Anything can be taken out of context.
-Angie
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
It was the end of my world. . .
At least, as I knew it.
So yesterday, I was down in the dumps all day, and I was just pissed. I had gotten an e-mail early morning about the journalism camp I help with, and discovered that I had been assigned to the one instructor I didn't want to help with. Are you guys ready, because this is a really long story.
So when I was in high school, I went to this journalism for 4 years, I do yearbook. And when I say do, I mean live and breath and sweat yearbook. Okay, well, this instructor, was my instructor as a student, and she's very pushy, and opinionated, but she's also very talented, and even if it means you crying (which she often made her students do) she would push you to do your best work.
This instructor also has a son, who is my age, and happens to go to my school. So when I was re-starting the yearbook at Madison, he came to me after we had finished most of the book and asked if he could help with layouts and design. I had to turn him down because there was no design left to do, and he also asked if he could be paid. I wasn't even getting paid, and I was kind of insulted that he wouldn't do yearbook just for fun. But I will say that he has more talent than I will ever have with design especially. I actually don't know him well enough to know what his leadership skills are like.
So the next time I saw the instructor, she kind of accosted me, in her nice sort of way that you think underneath she may really want to stab you in the neck with a ball-point pen. I felt very uncomfortable, and upset because I had such a good relationship with her before. And then in her fashion she transitioned into how it didn't matter that I 'wouldn't let' her son be on yearbook (which is funny since I gave him a key to the yearbook office), because he applied to work for one of the student newspapers, and how once they realized how much experience he had, they 'snapped him up right away.' Okay, whatever. Who got into the journalism school on their first try. . . oh, right that's me.
That is my history with this instructor in a very large nutshell. And now I am supposed to deal with her for 4 days. I was going to cry. Her aside, I was also disappointed because when I was in her session in high school I was up until all hours of the night working on assignments for her, and her assistants were up even later. This is my third year helping, and my 7th year attending, and I've made friends, and I know that if I helped her with her session that I would have NO free time whatsoever. None. And no fun really.
I also think that I forgot to mention two points. The first being that I requested a different instructor completely, and was denied. And the second is that last year they placed me with an inept douche, because I 'took initiative' and they knew I would 'keep him on track' and he wasn't even a yearbook instructor, but rather newspaper for which I have little experience. So I felt, reasonably screwed, for the second year in a row.
But I am happy to report that everything is cleared up and the person in charge switched me to a different section even before I asked to be. Thank you karma, I love you. I am happy again. But for a day, my life was over.
I'm out.
So yesterday, I was down in the dumps all day, and I was just pissed. I had gotten an e-mail early morning about the journalism camp I help with, and discovered that I had been assigned to the one instructor I didn't want to help with. Are you guys ready, because this is a really long story.
So when I was in high school, I went to this journalism for 4 years, I do yearbook. And when I say do, I mean live and breath and sweat yearbook. Okay, well, this instructor, was my instructor as a student, and she's very pushy, and opinionated, but she's also very talented, and even if it means you crying (which she often made her students do) she would push you to do your best work.
This instructor also has a son, who is my age, and happens to go to my school. So when I was re-starting the yearbook at Madison, he came to me after we had finished most of the book and asked if he could help with layouts and design. I had to turn him down because there was no design left to do, and he also asked if he could be paid. I wasn't even getting paid, and I was kind of insulted that he wouldn't do yearbook just for fun. But I will say that he has more talent than I will ever have with design especially. I actually don't know him well enough to know what his leadership skills are like.
So the next time I saw the instructor, she kind of accosted me, in her nice sort of way that you think underneath she may really want to stab you in the neck with a ball-point pen. I felt very uncomfortable, and upset because I had such a good relationship with her before. And then in her fashion she transitioned into how it didn't matter that I 'wouldn't let' her son be on yearbook (which is funny since I gave him a key to the yearbook office), because he applied to work for one of the student newspapers, and how once they realized how much experience he had, they 'snapped him up right away.' Okay, whatever. Who got into the journalism school on their first try. . . oh, right that's me.
That is my history with this instructor in a very large nutshell. And now I am supposed to deal with her for 4 days. I was going to cry. Her aside, I was also disappointed because when I was in her session in high school I was up until all hours of the night working on assignments for her, and her assistants were up even later. This is my third year helping, and my 7th year attending, and I've made friends, and I know that if I helped her with her session that I would have NO free time whatsoever. None. And no fun really.
I also think that I forgot to mention two points. The first being that I requested a different instructor completely, and was denied. And the second is that last year they placed me with an inept douche, because I 'took initiative' and they knew I would 'keep him on track' and he wasn't even a yearbook instructor, but rather newspaper for which I have little experience. So I felt, reasonably screwed, for the second year in a row.
But I am happy to report that everything is cleared up and the person in charge switched me to a different section even before I asked to be. Thank you karma, I love you. I am happy again. But for a day, my life was over.
I'm out.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Correspondence with Laura
From: LAURA
i was just reading your big brother blog. i know you're writing scott's entries, but when you do you might want to refrain from typing anywho. lol, i don't know if he actual says that, but it's a give away. i suppose other people don't know that's your catch word right now, but they will soon enough. dork.
laters, laura
From: ANGIE
Did you know 'dork' actually means a male whale genetalia. My mom told me that, funny that she was the one. 'Anywho' j/k. I got Scott his own login and password, and I only wrote his first entry. But I do appreciate your sentiment, and I don't know how I've generated such an affinity for the word that is anywho. Did you also know that although it is absolutely disgusting outside the humidity according to channel 27 is only at 62%. I don't believe it, and I wish they had the 'feels like' temperature. Ya know, it's a good thing that Leah did bring the air conditioner yesterday because Kim would have been in our room all today because it would have been 'hot as balls' in the rest of the house. I still feel like she might complain. The temperature between our room and the living room isn't obviously the same, it was still a bit humid this morning, but nowhere near as bad as it would have been with out the a/c unit. And now the stupid cat can be in the living room and not be dieing when he refuses to come into our room because he's a stupid cat and doesn't realize that our room is cooler and he won't die if he lays on my bed, but he will die and lose most of his fur if he stays outside. I hope I've thouroughly amused you. I think I'll post this on my blog. Did you know I have a blog? It's a little embarassing I suppose, but here's the link: http://lifeonthewash.blogspot.com since I know you're probably really bored at work if you're e-mailing me about me forging blog entries for my brother and my over usage of the word anywho. And I love you, and I'm so glad that we have the kind of relationship that we can e-mail eachother about nothing really. I'll see you at home tonight. Thank goodness for the air conditioner, and the stupid cat that I can't live without. I'll see you later.
Love, Angie
i was just reading your big brother blog. i know you're writing scott's entries, but when you do you might want to refrain from typing anywho. lol, i don't know if he actual says that, but it's a give away. i suppose other people don't know that's your catch word right now, but they will soon enough. dork.
laters, laura
From: ANGIE
Did you know 'dork' actually means a male whale genetalia. My mom told me that, funny that she was the one. 'Anywho' j/k. I got Scott his own login and password, and I only wrote his first entry. But I do appreciate your sentiment, and I don't know how I've generated such an affinity for the word that is anywho. Did you also know that although it is absolutely disgusting outside the humidity according to channel 27 is only at 62%. I don't believe it, and I wish they had the 'feels like' temperature. Ya know, it's a good thing that Leah did bring the air conditioner yesterday because Kim would have been in our room all today because it would have been 'hot as balls' in the rest of the house. I still feel like she might complain. The temperature between our room and the living room isn't obviously the same, it was still a bit humid this morning, but nowhere near as bad as it would have been with out the a/c unit. And now the stupid cat can be in the living room and not be dieing when he refuses to come into our room because he's a stupid cat and doesn't realize that our room is cooler and he won't die if he lays on my bed, but he will die and lose most of his fur if he stays outside. I hope I've thouroughly amused you. I think I'll post this on my blog. Did you know I have a blog? It's a little embarassing I suppose, but here's the link: http://lifeonthewash.blogspot.com since I know you're probably really bored at work if you're e-mailing me about me forging blog entries for my brother and my over usage of the word anywho. And I love you, and I'm so glad that we have the kind of relationship that we can e-mail eachother about nothing really. I'll see you at home tonight. Thank goodness for the air conditioner, and the stupid cat that I can't live without. I'll see you later.
Love, Angie
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