It just feels right now that I am going in one slow, sad, pointless circle.
Each time I email stuff to my tutor she finds something wrong with it. Not with things I have done, but with things she originally said were okay. This time it was the seating arrangement and the journey from box office to seat. Bah. I can only get 40% now anyway, so what is the point of creating a First Class piece of work? If it works, and should pass, why change it?
So now I regard the plan and section as being substantially 'complete'. If she wants other things changing, I'm sorry but unless it is something absolutely major then it won't happen. She's just picking fault and making more work and worry for me and frankly I'm near the end of my tether.
At one point I have taken my work to my old boss for his opinion, because I am convinced that my tutors are once again witholding information critical to the success of my work. Like months ago, when I was told my section 'needed a vapour check' but wasn't told that it didn't work acoustically. Which in the grand scheme of things is more important.
It's probably the case I'm getting worn out. I've been at it without a rest since Christmas. And because of what I see as being a grave injustice I have been failed for more than I should have been and now have still more work to do. One of these days, I'll just snap.
Friday, 18 July 2008
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
In soviet Hednesford...
Yes, I'm back home in Shitfordshire, sorry, Staffordshire. I think really the only reason I came to hate this place is because I associate it with my parents, whom are quite possibly the most boring entities on the planet.
So, yes, it is not quite that bad.
Except for my father. Who has the personality of Joseph Stalin and now the moustache to match. In one breath telling me to concentrate on passing my degree and in the next telling me to find a job. At the same time. As though he thinks I myself am incapable of making decisions and formulating a plan of action to undertake. (I do have one. It's called simply 'do the work, then find a job.') I honestly would not be surprised if he said do this, or this will happen.
Anyway.
Two floor plans and a section were sent over to my tutor this morning. If they are okayed, I can then get on with the elevations, the 1:50 detailed sections et al. But the scheme as it is now looks a lot more complex and 'with it' than was my old one. I'm much, much happier with it. The front of house and auditorium have stayed much the same, but beyond that it is all change. The WCs and atrium have been placed above the performance rooms. The green room has been placed a floor higher. There's a glass box above the 19th Century office. The old turbine hall has gone. The whole scheme is just far more balsy now.
So, yes, it is not quite that bad.
Except for my father. Who has the personality of Joseph Stalin and now the moustache to match. In one breath telling me to concentrate on passing my degree and in the next telling me to find a job. At the same time. As though he thinks I myself am incapable of making decisions and formulating a plan of action to undertake. (I do have one. It's called simply 'do the work, then find a job.') I honestly would not be surprised if he said do this, or this will happen.
Anyway.
Two floor plans and a section were sent over to my tutor this morning. If they are okayed, I can then get on with the elevations, the 1:50 detailed sections et al. But the scheme as it is now looks a lot more complex and 'with it' than was my old one. I'm much, much happier with it. The front of house and auditorium have stayed much the same, but beyond that it is all change. The WCs and atrium have been placed above the performance rooms. The green room has been placed a floor higher. There's a glass box above the 19th Century office. The old turbine hall has gone. The whole scheme is just far more balsy now.
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