mood: Aggravated.
music: Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?

So.

Haven't been here in awhile. Truth be told, I don't plan on doing much around dA anymore...but I need to do some ranting, and this seems like as good a place as any.

Now.

I haven't had a car for the past two weeks. I got in a pretty bad wreck a couple weekends ago in Allentown while going with some friends to Dorney Park. My poor Ariel didn't stand a chance. Her backend got completely obliterated, and the driver's side didn't fare too well either. No one was seriously hurt at least...Bobby mysteriously got a cut on his forehead, and Brandon put his head through the rear passenger window, but otherwise everyone was all right.

(Except for Ariel, of course. She's just a twisted license plate and a few photographs now.)

So I'm looking for a new car. Particularly a Ford Tempo. And if I could find one in bright blue...it'd make me incredibly happy.

I miss my baby.

The work situation has been rapidly declining. All of a sudden I'm back on web marketing, even though Jack told me he wants me designing. But when he increased my summer hours, Ezio had a shit fit and said the only way he could justify it would be to give me all the web marketing crap. We seriously need to hire someone who can do just that.

I'm so sick of having to pick up the odds and ends all the time. I feel like they just throw me their problems, and whatever design scraps are leftover. It's like it doesn't matter how much work I put into my designing, or how much I teach myself, or any of that. It doesn't matter that I'm their oldest employee next to the owner's daughter...that I've put aside my personal life so many times to help them out of a tight spot. I've always done everything I could for that company, and I feel like they're just walking all over me now. Ezio actually had the nerve to tell me today that I'm supposed to have a flexible schedule and be on call whenever they need me. Bullshit, Ezio. I like you. You know that. But you make it so fucking difficult not to want to smack you over the head with my laptop when you act like you own me. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life outside of Digital Zone. And I'd be a lot more willing to put aside that life if some appreciation were shown.

We had a business consultant come in today to tell us how to improve our company. More bullshit...I don't even want to get into the stupidity of that.

I'm getting to the point that I'm just going to put in my hours and say fuck it as soon as the clock hits five. Apparently that's the way to get anywhere in this company.

You know, I don't believe in a right and a wrong. But this is flat-out wrong. I bust my ass for these people, and they give the raises and the promotions to people who've been there half the time that I have and who've done half of what I've done for the company? That's wrong. Even Bobby would have to agree.

You know what really rubs salt in the wounds? I've been working there for over a year...and nothing was said until I mentioned it to Robyn, she mentioned it to Joy, Joy berated her father, and he finally brought it up in front of Ezio. Even that was a half-hearted congratulations.

I don't ask for a helluva lot. A little gratitude, a little recognition, a little respect. Instead I feel like I'm getting fucked over left and right.

Jenn's mother died six years ago today. We went to the cemetary today.