Update:
It’s been an excellent week for the most part. Tuesday was snow day! Which means your buddy-old pal didn’t have to go to work, nor to go to school. WOO! SMASHIN, and now there’s less to study for on the midterm. This rocks. But even with the snow day, this week seems particularly long.

Wednesday, Shima, the Ram-crew and I went to LunarFest— a bigass Lunar New Year celebration hosted by all the UWs Oriental clubs: Konja, KSA, MSA, VSA, CSA, CASA and Asian Focus— man there are too many Asian clubs. Anyways, we went to support Konja and there was quite a lot of us there considering the size of Konja compared to the megaclubc like CASA and CSA. Tt was a pretty good show I guess, tho the whole thing was a sponsorship gimmick, which I didn’t enjoy. I paid my limited-broke-ass-student-cash to watch sponsorship commercials, wtf? There were spectacles and dancing. Anyways, I didn’t drink even a sip of alcohol, since I didn’t want to risk feeling or looking crappy in the morning. But without alcohol, I just can’t dance until 2 am— that or I was just painly tired. I’ll get to the interesting part in Features.

Work: (so much to rant, it deserves a subtitle of its own)

Work has been really really shitty. Seriously, where is this “experience” I’m getting out of co-op? I’m seriously just an office bitch with nothing to do. All my colleagues show up late, take extended lunches, and leave early. I don’t understand what kind of example they are setting for me. Even when I’m late for work from snow traffic, no one would know, because I’m still the earliest to show up. These horrible business ethics really bugs me. People take time off like mad, they might as well just make appointments for the days they are coming in.

As much as I want to inform my progress on web implementation, my “bosses” (who also practice poor business ethics) simply don’t give a shit what I do. The aura in this floor saddens me. There is no motivation and incentive to work hard, and I can’t stand that. Why am I doing this website, when I’m not going to get any feedback on it, or even appreciate my work? Because they don’t care, I have no idea what the think of me. Who knows, I could fail the Work Evaluation.

Here comes another story: so yes, aside from Website Development, I’m the official office bitch. I’ve been working on helping professors put PowerPoint presentations together; which is cool, I’m delighted to do it. But I cannot tolerate people who ask me for help, but don’t even care to know my name, not to mention, I am always the having to initiate to introduce myself. I’m tired of being refered to as “Excuse me” (this name is so damn popular). And you can so tell that they don’t remember my name and trying to avoid it all together. 2 profs call me “MAX”, could be believe it? It’s MATT! Geez!

I have worked exactly one month today, and profs (needless to say, with Doctorate Degrees) don’t even have the consideration to remember my name (or in some cases, remembering my name correctly). I take an effort to remember all my collegue’s names because I think that it’s a small gesture that really shows a lot, it shows that you accept some sort of relationship with that person. Like the show Cheers: “Place where everyone knows your name”, they accept the relationship with the customers, it’s good what someone knows your name, y’know? So having people who I work with regularly not remember my name correctly, it offends me.

Features:
Enough ranting about work, now I’m going to talk about work and 9 - 5 jobs. I’ve definitely become accustomed to the 9 - 5 workday routine. Going to bed at 12ish and getting up at 7:30. It’s kinda nice knowing exactly what you’re going to be doing for the day (nothing), but at the same time, it frightens me. It is how we are going to be living our lives? Get up, go to work, go home, cook something, shower, and go to bed?

When I was at FedHall on Wednesday, all I thought of on the dance floor was whether I will be able to get up in the morning. “Omg, how am I going to get up in the morning? what am I going to make for lunch? Are my shirts ironed? Do I have any clean shirts for tomorrow?” I have work anxiety and paranoia. And as I get more and more tired, these thoughts revolve again and again. Maybe this was caused by my lack of intoxicants— which I may add, make a night mega-ultra-super-duper boring.

One (and only) thing I learned in coop is that the school lifestyle is definitely more fun and exciting than the work lifestyle: unless maybe if you work for Microsoft or EA. I like the unpredictibility of school, not knowing what really to expect makes it a little more interesting. I definitely won’t enjoy getting up to a 9-5 job for 40 years.

Tho it’s nice to have my own office, I must take advantage and do something kinky in it, before the term ends. mmmm