DJ: Friend or Enemy... Pt. 2

This kid drives me absolutely insane. When we're out of school, I'm left deprived of my daily Beatings of DJ. He looks so innocent and huggable, and he kind of is. But then he goes and just pisses you off and ruins all things for you and your life, and then you resort to having to hit him with something hard and sturdy like a notebook at least once a day.

I spend all second period picking on DJ. I sit semi-across the room from him and send him threatening texts or throw angry glares. Often I'll text something like "I'm going to kill you" and then I just wait and watch to see him pull his phone out, pause for a moment, slowly turn around towards me, and shake his head disapprovingly. It's a slow, but fulfilling harassment.

Everyone secretly wants to marry DJ.
DJ is a secret perv.

Basically, DJ makes my yearbook world a living hell. 

• I finally finished one of his sports spreads. I was absent one day. He assigned me another sport. 
• This "sports editor" likes to avoid copy blocks until the last possible second, too. So instead of saving something as ssmithcba, I save it as ssmiththisismymaincopybecausedjhasn'tgivenmecopyblocksyet.
• Each copy has it's own character count. Some random obscure number like 138. Now, say DJ doesn't tell you what your character count needs to be for main copy. So you type out this lovely 400 character copy (his suggested character count until counts are out), and he goes, "Yeah character count is 330." Then you're forced to chop the crap out of your beautiful piece of written art, all at the fault of DJ.
• On the first sports spread, I had DJ read over my main copy, making sure I had it right before turning it in to Austin. DJ said it was fine. Austin completely rejected it, saying it was the wrong concept. DJ doesn't even understand his own concept.
• After completely changing one main copy and getting it approved, DJ finally put up the flow chart in the pressroom and there are 3 main copies to mark off, not 4. My panic is greatly lowered while my anger at DJ drastically increases!
• One single complaint at DJ, his immediate response: "Get outta here!"
• DJ actually walked into Austin's room to announce that there were now hardcopy folders. I got super excited and went to relinquish all my signed off papers that I might possibly lose if given more time with them. I was very disappointed when I saw no hardcopy folders in the pressroom.
• Me: DJ, where are the folders?
• DJ: Oh.. well we don't actually have the folders apparently...
• Me: So.. you lied? Again?
• DJ: It's not my fault!
• This is where I beat DJ with whatever is handiest at the time.
• Say you're actually working on a computer, doing your work and stuff. For DJ. DJ's work. For one of his spreads. He's a big stupid jerk that will come and exert his "editor authority" over you and steal your computer.

So pretty much, Yearbook is where DJ ruins lives the most.

I've recently discovered I'm not the only life he ruins.

• DJ updated details about a play practice. The night before the practice. On facebook. At 8 p.m. To be at a church. This is greatly distressing to play members.
• Shadi was having a horrible day, and upon coming up with one happy moment, DJ immediately jumped at the opportunity to shoot it down and ruin all her happiness.

See. DJ just sucks.

Fun facts about why I hate DJ!

• DJ is taller than me.
• DJ is thinner than a twig.
• DJ is a robot.
• DJ is comparable to Einstein. 

               ... Minus the mustache.

I hope you all realize why DJ is such a horrible person. :)
And sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy! D8