SOMETIMES I REALLY HATE PEOPLE

PEOPLE! I need to vent. Frustrated and irrated. Humans irk me with their slackness.

Please excuse any French you may hear in this next post. But right now, I am at a point where writing is my only outlet, so I will try to use it to my fullest advantage.

Ugh. So I am currently in Washington, DC staying in a beautiful apartment with one other roommate who I feel like I will get along with really well. Mad chill and funny, plus she and her friends are pretty sooo yeah, we'll have fun. Nuff said. (call me shallow, whatever)

Okay, anyway TODAY I was SUPPPOSED to start my internship at this banging building downtown, working right under the director of the entire thing, who is a UARTS alumni, might I add. Designing and pretty much working on huge projects that use words like INTERNATIONAL and GOVERNMENT and all this fancy cool stuff. However, because PEOPLE like to be lazy and slack on they're jobs, shit didn't go down right.

So I wake up earrlllly this morning, get jazzy smazzy for my new job, its like the first day of school, you know, you get all nice and shit. Wore these Vera Wang pumps that killed my feet before I even got to the bus stop - but all that didn't matter because they were Vera Wang. (call me shallow, whatever) So I get on the bus, which takes me to the train, which takes me downtown right on Pennsylvania Ave, next to the White House and shit. Nice shit. Never seen the place. I get down there, and as I step foot off the bus, my stupid sidekick makes that STUPID noise alerting me that the battery is low. Great. No phone. But its okay, because its my first day of work, and I'm wearing Vera Wang pumps. LOL!

So I get in this super cool building and the first thing I see when I get to the counter is a lovely picture of George W. Bush, himself. Great. LOL! Anyway, I tell the security dude my name and who I am coming to see. (This is where people start pissin' me off)

So I tell him the Directors name, and he looks in the computer, then looks in his notepad, then looks at the computer again, then tells me, "I'm sorry, that person isn't in the directory." HUH?! What the fuck!? Dude, this lady is the DI-REC-TOR, meaning someone who does shit! What do you mean? I smile and say, "Well okay how about Ms. Williams." (this is where people really start pissin me off) He looks in his computer once again, and finds the lady, rings her phone, and OF COURSE she doesn't freakin' answer because her dumb ass is NEVER in office. What do people get paid for, ya'll, seriously. "Well you can go through security, but you won't be able to get into the building until someone escorts you up." Fine. Whatever, dude, just point me in the direction. My feet are hurting at this point.

Fuck Vera.

Get to the security line, "If your cell phones have camera's, you cannot bring them past this point." Where the hell am I!? This is 2008, ALLL phones have camera's on it, douche-bag! (I'm sorry, ya'll but I'm highly irrated right now, because it 99 degrees outside, and I'm not at work like I'm suppposed to be, instead I'm writing this stinkin' blog) So I hand over my cell phone, and I go through the lil metal detector thing. RING RING! Maaan, what in the hell? You can't see my true feelings on my face, but on the inside, I wanted to kick the stupid machine. Security dude says, "Oh, its her shoes..."

LOL. Fuck Vera.

So, I sit. And I'm noticing that I am in a lobby full of other interns. Cool. This is getting a lil better. A cute little white boy introduced himself to me, we spoke briefly, then the circle got bigger and bigger. Cool kids. All in college, from across the country. Pretty well dressed. Nice lil group. At this point, I'm smiling and laughing, waiting for my "escort." So then I see a lady come down the escalator with a folder in her hands, she walks towards the group and says, "I have 5 interns for LPA." Mind you, there is 6 of us, plus other interns for other programs.

She calls out the names. Rebecca. Emily. Joshua. Tina. Robert. Uhhhhh... What about Kamilah? Do you remember when you were a kid and you were the last one to get picked for kickball? Do you remember that feeling? (I never expierenced it because I was a cool kid, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. LOL! JK!) Well this feeling is WORST! Obviously she doesn't have my paperwork. Ugh. She tells me to sit down and then she'll help me in a mintue after she takes up the other interns. So I sit. My feet were hurting anyway. I need to call Vera and let her know she shoes are satanic. 10 minutes or so go by, and I see her come back. Her facial expression told me everything, along with the fact she didn't have any paperwork in her hand. WTF, man. (mind you, I have been in contact with these people, and the slacking ass chick named Sharonne for the last two and half weeks making sure my shit was together so I will be situated on my already planned trip to DC)

"Well, apparently your security clearence hasn't gone through, so you won't be starting today. Sharonne is not in office today, so we can't clear you." Yo, seriously, this lady is NEVER in her office. True story. What the fuck does she get paid for? Ugh. Sometimes people irk my last blood flowing nerve. So I just came up here for nothing then, right? Of course, I was cordial with the lady being the fact that there was nothing she could do - or at least thats what she said. Yeahh, whatever, this is AMERICA! You can make anything happen anytime you want. Garenteed.

I am home now. Sad. But just as I'm writing this, the DIRECTOR, yeah the one who "wasn't in the directory" calls me and reassures me that I will have to wait for another 2 weeks for my internship to start because that is the next time they do a "security breifing". And she is going to pull mad strings for me to get my credit even though I am not working the full 8 weeks. God is good, ya'll. Sucks, but at the same time doesn't because I will be in DC just chillin for the next two weeks. Sooo if you in DC holla at me - or find me a job cuz I'm broke like shit right now. LOL!!!!!!!

Peace,

milah.b