New School Blues

Hey y'all sorry about last weeks blog. I'll re-post it soon. I just sort of have to wait until it's not in the forefront of other's minds, because it's not very nice. I don't care that much though, since I'm not very nice. My conscience managed to rear it's ugly head, so for now I'm playing it safe.

This weeks blog will probably ranty, but first let's talk about my new job.

I love it. It is amazing. I have no idea where this job has been all my life, and I'm so excited to be employed here. My co-workers, for the most part, are incredibly friendly. I'm sure the others will warm up to me. I'm just kind of awkward, and am not great at starting up conversations. Cest La Vie.

But I digress.... On to the show.

Now don't get me wrong. For the most part, I enjoy school. I have friends there, and I love them to pieces. They are the people who I will probably network with for the rest of my life, and that is profound.

Make new friends, but keep the old...

What I do not like is feeling inadequate. I hate feeling that way, and I hate it when other people make you feel that way. I'm talking about Architect majors. The frustration that comes with the perpetual 'second best' stigma that all Interior Designers get from them is sickening.

I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo.

Our professions may go hand and hand, but in many ways they are vastly different. They will know things I wont, and I know things they wont. Instead, we just get treated like the retarded cousin that someone locks away in a basement. It's infuriating. There are times I just want to scream, but instead I just sit and take it like an abused dog.

A love that lasts the longest, is a love that's never returned.

So now I'm in a funk. I'm so over the stigma. I hate being treated like I'm not good enough. The concepts are the same across the board, and all college disciplines should be treated equally. If you are doing what you love, and it is important to you, then what gives me the right to make fun of you?

I bust my ass to get shit done, and to do a good job, and in the eyes of the Architect I am the lessor.

Whatever. I'm grumpy. I'll be fine tomorrow.

Y'all have a great week!