edit:// whoops, sorry about that, folks. i thought you guys might be able to differentiate between my posts and rox's since we both have completely different writing styles and uses of language. this blog is by trish. im sure rox has a lot of things to rant about but hasnt had the time to post, so try to be patient, lol.

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rofl. one typo does not make me a hypocrite. i said 'try' didn't i? either way, my first language is vietnamese, and my second is french. i just learned english 5 years ago, so i think i can afford a typo or two and still hold myself at a higher level than the rest of the kids on xanga who insist on tipyn lyk dys, cuz itz lyk c00l n sh1z. diz aynt ingl1sh clash, h0mi3z!!!

do you guys actually expect us to read that crap?

anyways, on to my next rant... and this one actually has nothing to do with the people i see on the internet.

work sucks. work sucks a lot of dak dak. i'm currently employed as a work-study at my college, in the international student services department. my boss is the dean of admissions. my secondary bosses are the two women that work there as advisors. and i swear to god... if i get asked if theres "anything i should be doing" when im sitting there CLEARLY doing my work, im going to stab someone. the first two times were like... "okay..maybe they just didnt see the big ass pile of shit im sitting here alphabetizing, or the 6 page spreadsheet of data im compiling.. no big deal." but after the 20th time it's like... "get off my back."

and i've been sick all month; in and out of the hospital, and they wonder why i get in such a bad mood when they do this. because i work really hard there, even though i feel like shit every day, and im constantly pushing myself way over my physical limit, and they still have the nerve to imply that im not doing anything. i think i can actually say that most days, im working more than MaryAnne(one of my bosses) because most of the time shes sitting there complaining, eating, or doing her goddamn homework for whatever class she's taking (which is unrelated to work).

the other day, this lady came in who could only speak creole. maryanne was out on her lunch break. amy (the other boss) can only speak english. so i had to advise this lady myself (mind you, that isn't my job. at all.) and creole is not french. it's very similar, but i couldnt understand a lot of what she was saying. but i got through it. when maryanne came back, she basically kicked me off the case. i was standing there in case something needed to be interpreted, and she fuckin had the nerve to yell at me and tell me to go away because "i was making her nervous." then she started screaming her head off because she couldnt understand wtf this lady was asking her, and amy ended up telling me to take care of it instead.

oh and half my damned paycheck is spent on the gas it takes to drive down there and back. fuckin a.