Dear suburbanite transplant that has moved to Detroit recently, and by recently I mean the last few years:
You have absolutely no right to look down on me, or have the audacity to tell me that because I don't live in Corktown, or a completely run down part of town that I have nothing to speak of. I'm sorry that I don't dress as ironically as you, or that there is actually some room in my pants to you know move or sit, or not see every part of my lower torso. I have lived here my entire life, I have supported local businesses and supported many local organizations. You have lived in the suburbs and know nothing about real life, you moved down here when some of your friends did, or when you read about your now urban God known as Phil Cooley. I have nothing against Phil, he is a wonderful man who owns a great restaurant and truly wants to improve the city. His so called followers though are a different story, some of you I have no problems with, you came to this city to actually make it better. To the moronic assholes who came here to be cool, and not actually make a difference I despise you with a passion. You came here and complained, you still complain about the quality of life, yet try nothing to improve it, I see you at local bars and and at music shows and somehow because of you I feel like I'm the odd one out.
You hipsters who are not creative enough to come up with your own style, who rummaged around your parents closets to find shirts from the 70s and 80s to wear so you can be retro cool. You who drink your PBR or High life and listen to 7 bands that sound exactly alike that no one has ever heard of, and once this band reaches any form of success they are useless to you. This for some reason I believe is your idea of living in Detroit, you like it because it is desolate and run down, no one wants to bother you, and if you see it is changing, just like your musical tastes you will grow disinterested with this city. It will have become too mainstream for you to enjoy, too popular to be known as the unknown. You will flee yet again just as your parents had years ago, and you will look back down at this city. I will still remain, still endure, and try to make this place better.
This has been brought on by one stupid comment from one person who's been in the city for 3 years, and is the greatest authority on it apparently. More so than people who have worked here or lived here from a time before she was born. But no you are here to correct me and my friend on living in the city.
Can helping the city become as ironic as the clothes you wear, and you actually do something? Or will you remain in the ruins gladly listening to your unknown music, as you sit in the shambles of a once former great city?
I have not had a large impact on this city, yet I have tried. I will help when called upon, and hell I've joined a few organizations to try and improve this city, and dear hipsters I find it despicable that you live here and we rely so much on your parents to drive down from the houses you moved out of to come in and help us. The people who pay for your rent to stay in the city, because God forbid you get a real job, are the people who keep these organizations going. I'm sorry that I moved into a neighborhood that is still considerably safe, I'm sorry I've lived here my whole life, and I'm sorry that I dared disagree with you when we talked.
How dare I say that your thoughts on the city could be wrong, and that others have ideas on how to help this city. You are smarter than me, you look down upon me, my shirt was made recently and that can only mean I'm a corporate shell who has been brainwashed with corporate ideas. I have no idea what real music is because I only hear mainstream music or listen to Pandora. My ideas in no way can be original, may you resurrect this city with your creative originality and lack of passion.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The UN-Great Baraboo
This place deserves a rant blog, so here goes.
You horrible, horrible brewery never again shall I set foot in your establishment. Let me tell you, you are not worth it; your beer is awful. Who the hell added the sugar to your beer? I was ahead of Mike in drinking last night and the holding back from puking after trying every beer was a great sign for him. If your beer was good I could deal with the horrible service. On the service note, YOU SUCK! Thank you for forgetting to place my order after you acknowledge it, thank you for ignoring me the rest of the night too. I was totally ok with you hitting on the two old married guys and then chumming it up with the Gay Carney sitting across from us. To the other waitress it took all of my strength not to jump over the bar and smack you for singing "Come on Barbie Let's Go Party" every fucking 3 minutes.
Also I know you'll never find this blog or even read it but you sure as hell were not pretty enough to be getting away with what you were doing last night. I don't care, I can deal with bad service under the following conditions: 1. You have good beer - you failed miserably at this 2. You have good food - I don't know if you did, because you chose to ignore us and forgot our order 3. you are hot - HAHAHAHA, not even close, although you did think you were. I'm not quite sure if you can tell but I pretty much hated the whole experience last night. I would not even send my enemies to this bar, but if you are looking for someplace with shitty beer, carny folk, ugly waitresses that are annoying as fuck, then this is definitely the place for you. Me, I'm totally fine with being on a first name basis at the Motor City Brewery, you know a brewery with great beer, great food, and a great staff.
You horrible, horrible brewery never again shall I set foot in your establishment. Let me tell you, you are not worth it; your beer is awful. Who the hell added the sugar to your beer? I was ahead of Mike in drinking last night and the holding back from puking after trying every beer was a great sign for him. If your beer was good I could deal with the horrible service. On the service note, YOU SUCK! Thank you for forgetting to place my order after you acknowledge it, thank you for ignoring me the rest of the night too. I was totally ok with you hitting on the two old married guys and then chumming it up with the Gay Carney sitting across from us. To the other waitress it took all of my strength not to jump over the bar and smack you for singing "Come on Barbie Let's Go Party" every fucking 3 minutes.
Also I know you'll never find this blog or even read it but you sure as hell were not pretty enough to be getting away with what you were doing last night. I don't care, I can deal with bad service under the following conditions: 1. You have good beer - you failed miserably at this 2. You have good food - I don't know if you did, because you chose to ignore us and forgot our order 3. you are hot - HAHAHAHA, not even close, although you did think you were. I'm not quite sure if you can tell but I pretty much hated the whole experience last night. I would not even send my enemies to this bar, but if you are looking for someplace with shitty beer, carny folk, ugly waitresses that are annoying as fuck, then this is definitely the place for you. Me, I'm totally fine with being on a first name basis at the Motor City Brewery, you know a brewery with great beer, great food, and a great staff.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Update on my Degree
Well after dealing with the retarded bureaucracy at Wayne State, I'm finally done. Not without problems but I'm done. If you read my previous post you know the problem I had obtaining my degree, if you have not read it shame on you, recap here first, then read the rest.
Well back in Feb. I tried to get a class waived and boy was that fun, my student adviser sat on my HS transcripts for six months doing nothing, when I applied for my degree I find that out. So I went to the Advising center the following day, and wanted to talk to someone about waiving the class, I got there at 8:30 in the morning, which by the way sucks to go to Wayne State that early. I go to ask the secretary/student aide and asked him if I could see an adviser told him my major, and my problem he told me I needed my transcripts, I had not received the extra transcript from the Archdiocese of Detroit Archives yet.
So I go to the Business school who have a copy of my transcripts, and ask for a copy of MY records, and was told they're not sure if they could do that. WTF they are my damn transcripts, that I paid to be sent to the school, and was told at 8:40 am to wait to talk to an adviser, they don't come in til 9. Thanks, so I'm sitting their waiting, practically twiddling my thumbs, because there is nothing better to do, and advising the other students to run away from the advisers, and figure out what to do on your own, because they are completely pointless. So the first adviser comes in about 9:10 and, overhear the Secretary telling her they can't find my records in their filing system. AWESOME, so now you have completely screwed me over you lazy bastards. So the adviser looks for them, and finds them in the graduation pile, which they told me I could not do yet. So walking to her office I tell her I only need a copy of my H.S. transcripts, I am told to come into her office to talk, now if this was a porn, it might have been fun, but I had to wake up early on my only sleep in day of the week to come here dammit. So in her office she asks me what I wanted, and I tell here again that I only want a copy of my H.S. transcripts. She says that she can do that since they technically are mine, NO SHIT Sherlock thats why I'm here. Then she asks me why I and have to explain the same story again. She looks at me and says who did you talk to because we talked to Mrs. something, and they said they couldn't do it. So far I have talked to whover you guys gave me the number to, and was told that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing, and I agreed.
I finally get a copy and go back to the advising center talk to the same secretary for the 4th time in two damn days, tell him my story again, and my major, and he then proceeds to tell me that they do not help business school students, I tell him that I know how to read the signs posted everywhere, but I was told to come here by the business school. The older possibly a secretary sitting in the back overheard my conversation, and told me to come to her, I have to once again explain the whole ordeal to a new person, show her the letter I got from the business school, and she says she will get someone who can help me. About 5 mins later she brings over a person and tells me to tell her my story, again. She then asks me if I can get a course catalog from my school, I tell her that would be hard since my school closed a few years ago, and they don't have these anymore. She ten asks if I can get a course description from the school, and I re-explained that the school closed, and that means that they don't have these records there anymore.
Now this is where I tell her that this has happened to other students including my sister, and that the only thing I can get is a copy of a letter my old guidance counselor wrote, explaining that it was actually two semesters of speech. She says to bring it, so I call Kasia on the way out, and she says that she'll look for it. Fast forward about a week or two, I go back to the advising center, and ask to talk to Mrs. Whatever, because I was told I need no appointment to come see her again, being 9 am and me being there I hoped to get this finally done, but was told they were in a meeting till 11am, yes all guidance counselors, for Wayne State, had decided to screw and shun the students for 2.5 hours that morning. SO, I do what I always do when I'm bored, I go online and find weird, and sometimes funny things (you should know this by now, if you have seen/read any parts of my blog). She comes in about 11, and talks to a friend for like 10 minutes at the door, as I am politely waiting, thankfully she remembers me and my problem, so there is no need to go through the whole story again. I bombard her with multiple letters, from my old school, my sister and WSU, she looks confused, and says she will copy them take care of the problem and let my adviser know that I can get my degree.
I did not hear anyting from my adviser for quite some time, and email her last week, I kept checking online, and read degree pending, no response from my adviser yet. 4 days after the email I get this response:
HI Konrad,
We will forward your info over to the Records dept. at the end of the
W08 semester, they will then mail the diploma.
Hope this helpsWhy yes it does because I need my degree to apply to Grad school, and I check online and says degree awarded, So I'm done with you, then realize crap I'm coming back to you for Grad School. WSU is a new circle of Hell, if Dante could write a new book it would be set at the campus offices of WSU.
Well back in Feb. I tried to get a class waived and boy was that fun, my student adviser sat on my HS transcripts for six months doing nothing, when I applied for my degree I find that out. So I went to the Advising center the following day, and wanted to talk to someone about waiving the class, I got there at 8:30 in the morning, which by the way sucks to go to Wayne State that early. I go to ask the secretary/student aide and asked him if I could see an adviser told him my major, and my problem he told me I needed my transcripts, I had not received the extra transcript from the Archdiocese of Detroit Archives yet.
So I go to the Business school who have a copy of my transcripts, and ask for a copy of MY records, and was told they're not sure if they could do that. WTF they are my damn transcripts, that I paid to be sent to the school, and was told at 8:40 am to wait to talk to an adviser, they don't come in til 9. Thanks, so I'm sitting their waiting, practically twiddling my thumbs, because there is nothing better to do, and advising the other students to run away from the advisers, and figure out what to do on your own, because they are completely pointless. So the first adviser comes in about 9:10 and, overhear the Secretary telling her they can't find my records in their filing system. AWESOME, so now you have completely screwed me over you lazy bastards. So the adviser looks for them, and finds them in the graduation pile, which they told me I could not do yet. So walking to her office I tell her I only need a copy of my H.S. transcripts, I am told to come into her office to talk, now if this was a porn, it might have been fun, but I had to wake up early on my only sleep in day of the week to come here dammit. So in her office she asks me what I wanted, and I tell here again that I only want a copy of my H.S. transcripts. She says that she can do that since they technically are mine, NO SHIT Sherlock thats why I'm here. Then she asks me why I and have to explain the same story again. She looks at me and says who did you talk to because we talked to Mrs. something, and they said they couldn't do it. So far I have talked to whover you guys gave me the number to, and was told that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing, and I agreed.
I finally get a copy and go back to the advising center talk to the same secretary for the 4th time in two damn days, tell him my story again, and my major, and he then proceeds to tell me that they do not help business school students, I tell him that I know how to read the signs posted everywhere, but I was told to come here by the business school. The older possibly a secretary sitting in the back overheard my conversation, and told me to come to her, I have to once again explain the whole ordeal to a new person, show her the letter I got from the business school, and she says she will get someone who can help me. About 5 mins later she brings over a person and tells me to tell her my story, again. She then asks me if I can get a course catalog from my school, I tell her that would be hard since my school closed a few years ago, and they don't have these anymore. She ten asks if I can get a course description from the school, and I re-explained that the school closed, and that means that they don't have these records there anymore.
Now this is where I tell her that this has happened to other students including my sister, and that the only thing I can get is a copy of a letter my old guidance counselor wrote, explaining that it was actually two semesters of speech. She says to bring it, so I call Kasia on the way out, and she says that she'll look for it. Fast forward about a week or two, I go back to the advising center, and ask to talk to Mrs. Whatever, because I was told I need no appointment to come see her again, being 9 am and me being there I hoped to get this finally done, but was told they were in a meeting till 11am, yes all guidance counselors, for Wayne State, had decided to screw and shun the students for 2.5 hours that morning. SO, I do what I always do when I'm bored, I go online and find weird, and sometimes funny things (you should know this by now, if you have seen/read any parts of my blog). She comes in about 11, and talks to a friend for like 10 minutes at the door, as I am politely waiting, thankfully she remembers me and my problem, so there is no need to go through the whole story again. I bombard her with multiple letters, from my old school, my sister and WSU, she looks confused, and says she will copy them take care of the problem and let my adviser know that I can get my degree.
I did not hear anyting from my adviser for quite some time, and email her last week, I kept checking online, and read degree pending, no response from my adviser yet. 4 days after the email I get this response:
HI Konrad,
We will forward your info over to the Records dept. at the end of the
W08 semester, they will then mail the diploma.
Hope this helpsWhy yes it does because I need my degree to apply to Grad school, and I check online and says degree awarded, So I'm done with you, then realize crap I'm coming back to you for Grad School. WSU is a new circle of Hell, if Dante could write a new book it would be set at the campus offices of WSU.
Monday, February 18, 2008
God I love Wayne State
So, I apply for graduation, and get a letter saying I need to take an oral communication (OC) class. Well I gave my student adviser my transcripts in the summer and was told that it would be taken care of in a week. Well I should have learned in the summer when she screwed me over from taking ahttp://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6965818831522789265&postID=7998506785411160808 class I needed, and then found out in the fall that I should have been allowed to take it. The walk in adviser also told me, that my student adviser was working on my OC requirement, and was told by her that it should be done no problem, along with the new adviser she was training.
So I apply for my degree, and get a response from my adviser saying she couldn't read the copy of the transcript from High School, about 5-6 months after she got it, so nothing was done. I get a call a week later telling me that that my high school classes won't count and to call advising if I need any more help. So I call advising and she tells me that student advisers and academic records have no idea what they are doing, and to come to them on Mondays, because they are open late. Ok today is Presidents day and I don't have to work and Wayne is open, so I drive down there pay my $2.5o to park, and go to the advising center. I go to the desk and the secretary tells me that Mondays are by appointment only, and he asks me if I want to make an appointment for Wednesday, Thurs., or Fri, I tell him I was never told about the damn appointments on the telephone when I called, he apologized for this, then asked him about Tuesday, and he said it was a walk-in day, so tomorrow at 8:30 am, I'll be at Wayne State, and telling them I am not taking a pointless class to teach me how to talk, when I was told I don't need to. They have already sucked enough money out of me, and are not getting anymore. So tomorrow I'll either be leaving happy or being dragged out by campus police for arguing with staff.
So I apply for my degree, and get a response from my adviser saying she couldn't read the copy of the transcript from High School, about 5-6 months after she got it, so nothing was done. I get a call a week later telling me that that my high school classes won't count and to call advising if I need any more help. So I call advising and she tells me that student advisers and academic records have no idea what they are doing, and to come to them on Mondays, because they are open late. Ok today is Presidents day and I don't have to work and Wayne is open, so I drive down there pay my $2.5o to park, and go to the advising center. I go to the desk and the secretary tells me that Mondays are by appointment only, and he asks me if I want to make an appointment for Wednesday, Thurs., or Fri, I tell him I was never told about the damn appointments on the telephone when I called, he apologized for this, then asked him about Tuesday, and he said it was a walk-in day, so tomorrow at 8:30 am, I'll be at Wayne State, and telling them I am not taking a pointless class to teach me how to talk, when I was told I don't need to. They have already sucked enough money out of me, and are not getting anymore. So tomorrow I'll either be leaving happy or being dragged out by campus police for arguing with staff.
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