Makes me so mad

Design Interns on HGTV. If you haven’t seen it and you’re a designer, tune in. It will make your blood boil. The basic premise is that a team of student designers essentially work for this agency for free for the opportunity, the opportunity (!) to get an internship at said agency. It’s spec work on a grand, evil, televised scale.

What’s worse is that the agency “judges” are such witches to these poor students that they’re doing the opposite of what every internship should do: allow the students to gain experience and confidence so they can successfully pursue their careers. Instead, these judges seem to take glee in tearing the students down. And for what? The opportunity for an internship.

Here’s an idea. How about fucking paying these students for their work, because you know these f-ers are going to steal the students’ best ideas and market them as their own. HGTV, as a network that lives and breathes on the work of talented designers, should be ashamed. And if they aren’t, then FU HGTV and FU to the sham design agency portrayed on the show.

Let’s face it. These cars need to be banned. They’re simply a parking menace. I’m unable to count how many times I think I’ve found a great parking spot, only to pull up and find one of these shitty half cars in the space instead. If banning Miatas isn’t possible, how about setting aside a few spots for them, somewhere near the far end of each lot? Seriously, who still buys these things?

crappy miata

Does anyone else find Kristen Wiig unwatchable? Each week, I cringe whenever an SNL skit airs in which she has a role. It’s not because she’s objectionable as a person. Rather, whenever she’s the star of a skit, the writing takes back seat and the “comedy” is reduced to a series of Wiig’s silly faces and voices. By series, I mean about three, which she simply uses as a crutch in skit after skit. She’s taken the slack-jawed, neckless ‘tard character to a new level. Unfortunately that level is somewhere near the comedy basement. To illustrate, here are a few of Wiig’s awesome performances:

Surprise

Therapy

Gilly

Wells Fargo is upset today. Upset that they had to cancel their Las Vegas employee getaway due to media pressure. Upset that the media “misled” the public about the trip by calling it a junket. Upset that its hard-working employees will now not get to enjoy a lavish vacation in Vegas for doing such an outstanding job approving residential home loans. And they made their frustrations known by expressing them in a full-page New York Times ad.

Know what? I’m upset too. Actually I’m pissed. Pissed that Wells Fargo, after accepting $25 billion in bailout money, would have the nerve to use some of that money on a trip to reward its executives and “hard-working” employees, the same folks who helped nearly bankrupt them, and contributed to the overall economic catastrophe we’re in today.

Here’s how Reuters reported the ad:

“Okay, time out. Something doesn’t feel right,” the ad begins, before attacking “media stories” for creating the mistaken impression that every employee recognition event is a “junket, a boondoggle, a waste, or that it’s for highly paid executives. Nonsense!”

Later in the article, a Wells Fargo rep tries to defend the ad buy:

The ad attempts to compensate those employees for the thanks they will not receive this year at their canceled events, said Wells spokeswoman Julia Tunis Bernard.

Mighty self-righteous, eh Wells Fargo? Of course, the company puts a different spin on the trip in their press release about this fiasco, dated Feb. 3 , 2009:

The event is not a “junket” for executives but a four-day business meeting and recognition event for hard-working team members who made homeownership achievable and sustainable for borrowers across the nation. In 2008 alone, the team members who were invited to this event and their colleagues produced $230 billion in mortgage loans for U.S. homeowners.

Wonder how many of those mortgages are now in foreclosure? The bottom line is, Wells Fargo, and banks like them, just don’t get it. They ran their businesses so poorly, that they needed to be rescued by the federal government, or in other words, we the taxpayers. Spending money on extravagant trips to “reward” employees, many of whom likely contributed to their situation, should not be an option. Likewise, taking out a full-page NYT ad (probably somewhere in the $200,000 range, or likely close to what the Vegas vacation would have cost) to complain about having to cancel such a trip is simply childish.

You’re in trouble Wells Fargo. It’s time you started acting like you were aware of that.

We just got our first big snowfall of the season yesterday and after a day being stuck inside with the kids, we ventured out into the world to stave off a quickly growing sense of cabin fever.

Since the temperatures were still in the 20s today, the snow hadn’t melted on the roads. Rather, it had become packed ice in many places. This means driving was slow going. Not a big deal; that just means drivers would have to pay more attention, right? Wrong! The same shitty motorists who use their cell phones during normal weather were out there today, obliviously blabbing away while they almost took out anyone who was unlucky enough to be in their paths.

I’m just saying, gabbing on your cell while speeding around a left hand turn with one hand on the wheel is roughly as smart as picking Brodie Croyle as your starting quarterback. Chances are, you’re going to get hurt.

Note to anyone who designs forms for websites: if your password field requires a number or at least one uppercase character or a special character or a letter from the Greek alphabet, note that on the f*cking screen. You know, somewhere next to or beneath the password field, in parentheses maybe. Something along the lines of: (At least one number required). See? That’s not so hard.

It’s the holiday shopping season and I’ve come across far too many e-commerce sites that don’t employ this basic usability feature. So, seeing no special instructions, I merrily type in my password only to be greeted by the red error box of shame, telling me I’ve input an incorrect password. Like it’s my fault I couldn’t read the website designer’s mind.

Makes me so mad!

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