Current location:	The Homestead
Current mood:	cranky
Current music:	"The Wizard" by Black Sabbath

And That Is The Week That Was . . .
Saturday could not have possibly gotten here any quicker. I mean, really, what a week! The big kicker to it all was that I looked at our e-commerce site yesterday afternoon at 4 and discovered that instead of being dedicated to our publishing operation it is now a general online store for the school and that charitable donations are being solicited in a variety of areas. Huh? What? I have no inherent problem with this other than the whole e-commerce thing was set up and designed specifically for our publishing operationand adding this shit fucks all of our shit up. I mean, all the money paid by credit card goes into OUR account . . . why are we responsible for routing this other money around? The invoices that go out by email say "publishing" on them . . . so how does this work with charitable donations? The phone number for customer service is OUR number, how the hell are we supposed to provide support for shit we know nothing about? Basically, someone in administration went, "Gee, they can process credit cards so we'll just ram our stuff in there" without thinking of logistically how it's actually going to work. And, as always, some common motherfucking courtesy from some/any dumbass motherfucker to let me know all this was happening as opposed to letting me discover it on my own would have been nice. Instead, it's like "Fuck me very much" you know?

So, as always, when I get incredibly pissed off and/or frustrated with the school, I applied for a couple of jobs. One is in Boston. One is in Santa Barbara. As usual, I'll probably never hear from them again. On the other hand, at the very least it made me feel better in the sense that I can pretend I have some small degree of control over my future/career/life. At the most, maybe I can punch my exit visa out of this shithole of an incredibly red town/state and move to blue locale.