Can I just say UGH! I have never been so thoroughly disgusted and annoyed in my life. (Ok, so I probably have, but right now it doesn’t feel like it.) Anyway, you know how I was previously bitching about stupid people with too much power? Well I have another one to add to the list. I can’t mention names, so we’ll call this guy Monkey Butt. Anyway Monkey Butt is the incredibly socially inept asshole who’s my boss at the student newspaper at my school, and has managed to annoy the crap out of me in a number of ways. The first is that fact that he’s a fucking douche bag. At five thirty in the morning, on deadline day, after NO sleep at ALL, the last thing I want to hear is some ass wipe yelling at me about a stupid mistake. I don’t do layout for them because I have some kind of passion for the news, or because I want to have some kind of future in the news writing business. I mostly do it to help out my roommate who’s an editor. I definitely do NOT do it to be some dipshit’s bitch of the day. Ok, so I made a mistake, I haven’t been doing layout that long, it’s gonna happen. But yelling at me, and basically being under appreciative of my effort is completely unnecessary, especially when I’m trying to do his punk ass a favor. UGH. Additionally, because Monkey Butt is a complete bastard, he refuses to learn how to say my name correctly, and so he has attempted to rename me “Fred.” Ignoring the fact that Fred is a shitty name and that I’m a girl, I have to say that renaming me because of his own personal laziness is just an asshole thing to do. My name is not that hard! Everyone else can say it correctly, and if he took two seconds and listened to me say it, he could do it too. Asswipe. And how demoralizing is it to essentially say to someone, “You’re not important enough for me to actually take the minimal amount of time it would take to learn to say your name correctly, therefore I will rename you something completely retarded, while pretending the whole thing is one big fucking joke." Shithead. To top the whole thing off, when I read the paper today I discovered the title I was given was “page designer.” What the fuck? It sounds like I pull out my crayons and draw pictures to make the whole thing pretty instead of busting my ass trying to put ten-column articles into awkward spaces at 8:30 in the morning after being up all fucking night. UGH.

On a different note, I absolutely hate the leasing office at my apartment building. The people who work there are, as my roommate put it, “young, pretty, and dumb as rocks.” They are clearly incapable of performing basic functions of their fucking job. We have had various problems with our apartment since we’ve been here, and if half of them have been fixed, I’d be surprised. The latest issue is ants. We have a serious ant problem. Now, we’re not dirty people. There’s no left out plates of half eaten food or anything. Additionally, the ants aren’t even in the kitchen. They’re in our bedrooms. I woke up this morning after sleeping for sixteen hours after my newspaper ordeal, to discover that I was covered with ant bites. Nice, real fucking nice. The ants swarmed into our apartment randomly on Tuesday and have been everywhere (except the kitchen) since. My roommate is allergic to ant bites and swells up whenever she gets bitten, so if course they were in her room first. The next day, she called the leasing office, and someone promised that the exterminators would come do something the next day. Needless to say, no one came, which is why I woke up today itching like a mofo. This afternoon the two of us went down to the leasing office to make sure they actually did something this time, and the stupid heifer who helped us was clearly confused. Her one bit of advice was to “buy a can of Raid.” No kidding, bitch. UGH. We pay too much for this shit. All I ask is to come home after doing page design all night, and then having class all day, and be able to sleep in my bed without having my ass bit up by fucking ants. Sometime life sucks.