So school has completely consumed my life...
People think that I am kidding but I am seriously at school from about 845am-715pm each night at which time I am sooo exhausted that my life ceases to exist...I become that old woman who falls asleep before the Daily Show...because honestly who doesn't choose sleep even over the witty political stylings of one Jon Stewart?
So here's my school life in a nutshell
At my work study where I am there 4 days a week, my boss doesn't know my name. Like he doesn't care to know my name...he's never even asked...maybe he thinks the work fairy just dropped me off one day to analyze countless GIS maps and pick up copies and post things on foamcore. Like I am just a human version of staples with GPS skills...it's not like my name is LaFawndah or something...it's just three little letters...I mean let's be honest it's not that difficult.
So I have decided I am going to just wander around the 5th floor and print for my own personal uses...and dance in the bathroom...everyone is soooo serious on the 5th floor like can't anyone ever talk about what happened on Keeping Up with the Kardashians? Or how Kanye dissed Taylor? Instead everything is about the upcoming plan and designs and how important the president is and Kofi Annan...I mean I am all for professional conversation but come on...I've been waiting to bust out my Kim Kardashian impression...why must people steal my joy?? I don't steal their staplers they shouldn't steal my joy
Which brings us to studio...there are 3 planners and 11 architects...clearly we are out numbered...it feels like that movie 300 where they march into battle knowing that they won't make it out alive but they have to try to fight anyway...well without the Tonight we dine in hell comment (because honestly who wants to dine in hell? and how is this an appropriate battle rally?) we marched into the room...and immediately felt like that first day of class at a new school when everyone already has friends and you feel like the cheese that stood alone? well yea it was something like that...so the 3 of us shared one table while the rest each had their own...the professor seems oblivious to the social ramifications of this scenario...
She also refers to us as the planners so often that we use it as a joke...and she doesn't realize that we're making fun of it...she actually asked us if we would use it as the name of our firm...AS IF!
Which brings us to who Brian and I refer to as Douchey McGee...I don't get it but he just acts like an ass...like off handed comments, lots of eye rolling, generally acts annoyed to be there...and whenever we present he either leaves the room, texts the whole time or acts like what we're saying is trivial (and after talking to the one architect today who didn't know what filter in excel meant clearly we're arent stupid)
So Brian and I started calling him Douchey McGee...well what i hate the most is that he's not an idiot...I could do better hating him if he was...I agree with most of what he says, ideas he proposes and I really like his designs...like what I think he can design...which is annoying because I want to hate him...I've been trying to convince myself as such...so today...he was his usual self...so Brian and I picked the official study areas for our final proposal...during his presentation he talks about taking pictures of entire blocks in the neighborhood and making them into panoramic displays...which I think is cool...god I hate that I like douches
So I ask Brian if since we picked the final areas if we should tell him...he says we should...so I suck it up...but I refuse to go alone...so if he's douchey Brian can mentally catalog it for making fun of him later...but instead when I walk over him and his friend stop and look and me and get this...he's smiling at me...like not in a snotty way but in a hey I wanted to see you nice warm smile that normally makes me want to throw up...like ummm why isn't he being a douche? Is it because I caught him being douchey during our presentation?
So I show them my hand drawn sheet depicting the borders and he's like Oh wow thanks this is awesome, exactly what we need...this clears up everything...and again not in a snotty way...like he's being nice and sincere...I mean seriously? Why is he being nice to us? He goes on to make small talk and I just looked at him...like he has a soul, a personality, social skills? why is he being nice...it weirds me out...architects are supposed to hate planners...at least in our school...and here he is talking about work and holidays and things...so I end with well we're out of here have a good weekend...and he returns the sentiments...I'm at a loss
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