I shouldn't do it...
Baaaahahaha
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Well I never!
I have quit 3 times in my life. First time, cross country race, maybe grade 6?... I thought I was having an athesma attack but it was a panic attack bc I wasn't going to win and I knew it. My mom and my coach were so supportive I felt guilty. 2nd time was TD bc my boss was a dick and people were small minded (looong story). 3rd time is going to be this job I have now bc my god; these managers are vultures. i spent an hour today in hr because I request too much time off (which I am never given) and ironically am sick (so they say) when i don't get my requests, an example based on a funeral (i lit a fire up under that bitches ass when she insinuated that). let's not get it twisted shall we? I work bc it pays the bills, bc dreams and education aren't free. I am a good worker bc my parents raised me right and bc good work results in reward, personal satisfatction and a feeling of general contribution to what i hope is someone's greater good. So when i have a job that doesn't quite afford me the time or schedule to volunteer, to work part time at a job that I actually like (that just doesn't quite pay the bills) or see my family AND i keep my mouth shut and do more that what's expected of me, i expect, nay, the government expects you give me a god damn day off, personal day, holiday, whatever you want to call it if requested within a reasonable time. and if 2 months is too much, 1 month is too much, less than a month isn't enough time for time off requests and I have to work thursday - monday, but that varies then what?
well, let me tell you.
i am sure someone else is hiring
well, let me tell you.
i am sure someone else is hiring
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Canadian
I think our Canadians' reputation as friendly precedes us.... because we're not that friendly. At least not where I've lived.
Everyone is so worried about what everyone else thinks or are so wrapped up in what they themselves are doing that we forget to be nice; it's only when an accent or boob pops out that people lend a smile or even a hand.
Although... I find men open doors and let me go first when I'm looking 'fresh' and woman will answer your questions and give you a compliment if you keep a smile on your face.
It's exhausting however, to constantly smile because by the time it's returned the person is either shocked that you were doing it and doesn't smile back is some creepy jackass that also grabs your arm and asks for your number.
I'm nice ok, not desperate.
And this whole nice thing is not working for me- because I keep getting taken advantage of; at my job, by boys and men and even some friends.
I went to Ikea today and bought a dresser and desk as well as 2 lamps, a mirror ect because I decided I would move into my room. I wander through Ikea with my cart, picking things up, putting things down, wandering around the same displays over and over.
And when I got to the warehouse I realized I needed my shopping cart as well as the warehouse cart to get all of my big stuff out of there.
Luckily a highschool boy (thanks Nicholas!) with a million things to do assisted me with the heavy boxes and pushed my cart to the check out. But then I was alone. With 2 carts, one loaded with a dresser and desk packed up into three boxes.
I wheeled those carts by bending over and pulling them by their ends; as if Ikea carts aren't wonky enough! People just sat in the displays and watched me.
When I finally got outside I resolved to just leave my stuff at the loading docks and run for my car and hope that no one would steal my stuff.
Some kid in an Ikea tee walked by and I snagged him to watch my stuff while I got my car. He was on his break but did it anyway.
While I was dragging my boxes into the back of binty, this Afircan dude, who I'd bumped into a million times in the store comes over and says, "Hi". Lame. Short story shorter, he wanted my number, didn't care that I had a make believe boyfriend (lame boyfriend... umm, why wasn't HE helping me with these boxes?!) and was happy to just be friends. The vodka on his breath made me wary that I would blow over if I got pulled over... African guy did not help me with my boxes.
Okay, so maybe some Canadians are friendly; boys under 17. And me.
unrelated:
Jana Abrams wants to sign me. Yay! Gonna stalk a few more people tomorrow and see what they have to say.
Everyone is so worried about what everyone else thinks or are so wrapped up in what they themselves are doing that we forget to be nice; it's only when an accent or boob pops out that people lend a smile or even a hand.
Although... I find men open doors and let me go first when I'm looking 'fresh' and woman will answer your questions and give you a compliment if you keep a smile on your face.
It's exhausting however, to constantly smile because by the time it's returned the person is either shocked that you were doing it and doesn't smile back is some creepy jackass that also grabs your arm and asks for your number.
I'm nice ok, not desperate.
And this whole nice thing is not working for me- because I keep getting taken advantage of; at my job, by boys and men and even some friends.
I went to Ikea today and bought a dresser and desk as well as 2 lamps, a mirror ect because I decided I would move into my room. I wander through Ikea with my cart, picking things up, putting things down, wandering around the same displays over and over.
And when I got to the warehouse I realized I needed my shopping cart as well as the warehouse cart to get all of my big stuff out of there.
Luckily a highschool boy (thanks Nicholas!) with a million things to do assisted me with the heavy boxes and pushed my cart to the check out. But then I was alone. With 2 carts, one loaded with a dresser and desk packed up into three boxes.
I wheeled those carts by bending over and pulling them by their ends; as if Ikea carts aren't wonky enough! People just sat in the displays and watched me.
When I finally got outside I resolved to just leave my stuff at the loading docks and run for my car and hope that no one would steal my stuff.
Some kid in an Ikea tee walked by and I snagged him to watch my stuff while I got my car. He was on his break but did it anyway.
While I was dragging my boxes into the back of binty, this Afircan dude, who I'd bumped into a million times in the store comes over and says, "Hi". Lame. Short story shorter, he wanted my number, didn't care that I had a make believe boyfriend (lame boyfriend... umm, why wasn't HE helping me with these boxes?!) and was happy to just be friends. The vodka on his breath made me wary that I would blow over if I got pulled over... African guy did not help me with my boxes.
Okay, so maybe some Canadians are friendly; boys under 17. And me.
unrelated:
Jana Abrams wants to sign me. Yay! Gonna stalk a few more people tomorrow and see what they have to say.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Hickory Dickory Dock
I spent the day with Mama. I'm sure if she ever read this she'd know who she is, because I call her mama to her face. I also have a strong desire to call her "Team" since she loves sports so much.
She's cool shit.
I STILL don't know why when I post on my blog it says one time and when I'm writing them and they save as I go, it says the actual time. How do I change this?!
I tried before and ended up with Ford ads between my blogs... so I'm just going to leave it. But you should know that it's really 1:14am.
She's cool shit.
I STILL don't know why when I post on my blog it says one time and when I'm writing them and they save as I go, it says the actual time. How do I change this?!
I tried before and ended up with Ford ads between my blogs... so I'm just going to leave it. But you should know that it's really 1:14am.
Ghetto
There are a lot of things/places/people in my life that I call(ed) ghetto and one of them is my current apartment.
We got a notice yesterday saying that the garage door will be blocked off all day tomorrow so if you want your car, get it out by 9am. Thanks for the notice, glad you're doing up keep on the building... buuut they only put the notice beside the entry code to the garage, so if you didn't use your car yesterday or today, you won't have any idea you can't get out until you get to the garage door!!!
A week a go we got 48 hours notice saying that construction will begin on the outer walls of the building which is to go on for the duration of winter. Construction will go from 8am-4pm. Oh. K. Great. I dont' get to bed until 3am most working days, sometimes later, so essentially that notice to me reads " you will not sleep more than 4 hours a night between now and spring". The notice also said that due to the nature of the work, our balcony's, at staggered times, will be off limits ...aaaand we are required to keep our windows closed. Oh. K. Great.
We haven't turned the heat on in our unit yet and keep windows open at all times because it's so damn hot in here!! We wake up sweating in the night (I know this of roomie because she mentioned it, we have separate beds. And rooms.) We even leave the balcony door open all day to keep the apartment at a stable temperature for when roomie gets home. Gee. This construction sounds fun!
If I was living in an area that was developing I would expect noise, but I don't. I live in the ghetto. And except for the sirens, occasional drug deal and the shouting in the streets, I don't want or expect to hear any other noise.
Today we got another notice saying that the building is being treated for cockroaches. Apparently that's pretty standard. What I don't believe is standard is having to do the inside of the building... isn't it usually the garbage rooms, the garbage shoot and the exterior of the building your spray? The notice says that for tomorrow we have to empty our all cupboards, clean off all counters. Oh. Well then where would you like me to put all my stuff? It assures us that the Cockroach people use a gel so our abodes won't get all dusty; yes, because the new idea that there are cockroaches in here does not bother me more than dust...
The notice also says we will need to keep our windows open.... But I thought you said that we had to... you know.. keep.. until.. so that means I can't... because... but.... Oh. K. Great.
We got a notice yesterday saying that the garage door will be blocked off all day tomorrow so if you want your car, get it out by 9am. Thanks for the notice, glad you're doing up keep on the building... buuut they only put the notice beside the entry code to the garage, so if you didn't use your car yesterday or today, you won't have any idea you can't get out until you get to the garage door!!!
A week a go we got 48 hours notice saying that construction will begin on the outer walls of the building which is to go on for the duration of winter. Construction will go from 8am-4pm. Oh. K. Great. I dont' get to bed until 3am most working days, sometimes later, so essentially that notice to me reads " you will not sleep more than 4 hours a night between now and spring". The notice also said that due to the nature of the work, our balcony's, at staggered times, will be off limits ...aaaand we are required to keep our windows closed. Oh. K. Great.
We haven't turned the heat on in our unit yet and keep windows open at all times because it's so damn hot in here!! We wake up sweating in the night (I know this of roomie because she mentioned it, we have separate beds. And rooms.) We even leave the balcony door open all day to keep the apartment at a stable temperature for when roomie gets home. Gee. This construction sounds fun!
If I was living in an area that was developing I would expect noise, but I don't. I live in the ghetto. And except for the sirens, occasional drug deal and the shouting in the streets, I don't want or expect to hear any other noise.
Today we got another notice saying that the building is being treated for cockroaches. Apparently that's pretty standard. What I don't believe is standard is having to do the inside of the building... isn't it usually the garbage rooms, the garbage shoot and the exterior of the building your spray? The notice says that for tomorrow we have to empty our all cupboards, clean off all counters. Oh. Well then where would you like me to put all my stuff? It assures us that the Cockroach people use a gel so our abodes won't get all dusty; yes, because the new idea that there are cockroaches in here does not bother me more than dust...
The notice also says we will need to keep our windows open.... But I thought you said that we had to... you know.. keep.. until.. so that means I can't... because... but.... Oh. K. Great.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Vote!
I just deleted some dude off of my facebook because he's always (literally, like 5-10 times a day) bringing politics and inequality to my attention and it gets annoying because we don't care about the same things, we don't talk in person and.... he makes me feel bad for not paying more attention to the world.
So today... I was supposed to vote and facebook guy has made me abundantly aware of that with stupid annoying comments like, "thanks for voting" and "your vote makes a difference" and "what an amazing turn out this year" and then some post about Islam.
Yeah that' right. I did not vote. I totally forgot about it. I saw a sign on my way to work that said "Vote Here" and thought... hmm, weird.
And I had no one to vote for (this is my excuse... partial lie). Partly because I paid no attention to this election and partly because I would like Barack to run for Toronto Mayor so I could feel like my vote actually made a difference.
And I would like to joke around that clearly no one else voted since the city seems to be in upheaval over Ford's win- but apparently it was a good turn out. Maybe the person counting was a liar.
They should re-do Canadian Law.
I suggest making different coloured parties, green for the enviro party that cares about sustainable production and animal welfare, red for Conservatives, the stop- don't go there let's consult the old book folks, and a few others, like yellow for the good ol' Liberals. And of course we'd rename all the parties to their colour. And no matter what, the "people" would make sure each party abided by certain rules; like the letter of the law (human rights, the constitution), health care would also be mandatory as well as education, debt reduction, completing UN and G20 agreements, jobs, sustainability and farming as well as road re-construction (not new ones!).Of course, how each party when about each mandatory item would be different because they would be coming at it from a different perspective but all would be taken care of- and that is essentially what we would vote for, how it's done.
Great plan huh?!
Maybe I'll run for PM next year under GREEN; nothing else.
Vote for me?!
So today... I was supposed to vote and facebook guy has made me abundantly aware of that with stupid annoying comments like, "thanks for voting" and "your vote makes a difference" and "what an amazing turn out this year" and then some post about Islam.
Yeah that' right. I did not vote. I totally forgot about it. I saw a sign on my way to work that said "Vote Here" and thought... hmm, weird.
And I had no one to vote for (this is my excuse... partial lie). Partly because I paid no attention to this election and partly because I would like Barack to run for Toronto Mayor so I could feel like my vote actually made a difference.
And I would like to joke around that clearly no one else voted since the city seems to be in upheaval over Ford's win- but apparently it was a good turn out. Maybe the person counting was a liar.
They should re-do Canadian Law.
I suggest making different coloured parties, green for the enviro party that cares about sustainable production and animal welfare, red for Conservatives, the stop- don't go there let's consult the old book folks, and a few others, like yellow for the good ol' Liberals. And of course we'd rename all the parties to their colour. And no matter what, the "people" would make sure each party abided by certain rules; like the letter of the law (human rights, the constitution), health care would also be mandatory as well as education, debt reduction, completing UN and G20 agreements, jobs, sustainability and farming as well as road re-construction (not new ones!).Of course, how each party when about each mandatory item would be different because they would be coming at it from a different perspective but all would be taken care of- and that is essentially what we would vote for, how it's done.
Great plan huh?!
Maybe I'll run for PM next year under GREEN; nothing else.
Vote for me?!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Did I mention that the last date I had asked for a ride home?
I can't believe that while I was doing, well, whatever I was doing, the rest of you fell in love.
Grrr.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Liar Liar
I am the worst liar.
Why lie when you can just tell the truth? less to remember... Way less hurtful, especially because the truth always comes out.
But everyone else is lying their way ahead in this world..
It sucks because everyone else is so good at it. And there are so many ways to lie... by omission, white lies, plead ignorance, make up a new truth, on your back (muahaha), 'I didn't want to hurt their feelings' lies.
But I'd rather not lie about stupid things ... Person A: "are you hungry? want to go for dinner?" Person B (not hungry at all): I could eat, sure!
And I don't want to lie about big things, like having a boyfriend or an extra sibling or or cheating or a friggin STI (for the record, I have no diseases or infections what-so ever and I've never cheated and I'm sticking to my guns on having only 2 sisters and 1 brother.... still single...) because then I have to remember that lie, the person I told it to as well as any additional details that may come from having a boyfriend or an extra sister. And if you're willing to make up a new family member, what else will you lie about? And if you would pretend like you're STI free, what else would you do to me? So I'd rather just tell the truth and hope I get treated the same in return.
And I definitely don't want to lie about how you look or how you've made me feel, even if it is awkward. Yes, I can see your underwear through your pants and it makes you look bigger than you really are- fat. How does one say that nicely? I would obviously prefer if you didn't dress yourself to look bigger than you really are and then ask me when we're out to lunch if you look good- I would prefer if you just took a gander in the mirror before you left home and didn't leave that mirror until you felt good enough about yourself to not ask me how you look.
And I would prefer if you didn't tell me I look like I've gained weight or have more acne or dead ends or that you hate my best friend or whatever it may be unless I ask you, because that's kind of hurtful and if I tell the truth and say "well that hurts my feelings" then you're stuck in an awkward position of having told the truth when no one wanted it which is even more awkward so thus force me to lie and pretend like I think you tell me I look fat is okay or maybe even funny (which is a double lie).
I'm good at that though, pretending like something doesn't hurt me. Lame.I guess that does make me a good liar.
Why lie when you can just tell the truth? less to remember... Way less hurtful, especially because the truth always comes out.
But everyone else is lying their way ahead in this world..
It sucks because everyone else is so good at it. And there are so many ways to lie... by omission, white lies, plead ignorance, make up a new truth, on your back (muahaha), 'I didn't want to hurt their feelings' lies.
But I'd rather not lie about stupid things ... Person A: "are you hungry? want to go for dinner?" Person B (not hungry at all): I could eat, sure!
And I don't want to lie about big things, like having a boyfriend or an extra sibling or or cheating or a friggin STI (for the record, I have no diseases or infections what-so ever and I've never cheated and I'm sticking to my guns on having only 2 sisters and 1 brother.... still single...) because then I have to remember that lie, the person I told it to as well as any additional details that may come from having a boyfriend or an extra sister. And if you're willing to make up a new family member, what else will you lie about? And if you would pretend like you're STI free, what else would you do to me? So I'd rather just tell the truth and hope I get treated the same in return.
And I definitely don't want to lie about how you look or how you've made me feel, even if it is awkward. Yes, I can see your underwear through your pants and it makes you look bigger than you really are- fat. How does one say that nicely? I would obviously prefer if you didn't dress yourself to look bigger than you really are and then ask me when we're out to lunch if you look good- I would prefer if you just took a gander in the mirror before you left home and didn't leave that mirror until you felt good enough about yourself to not ask me how you look.
And I would prefer if you didn't tell me I look like I've gained weight or have more acne or dead ends or that you hate my best friend or whatever it may be unless I ask you, because that's kind of hurtful and if I tell the truth and say "well that hurts my feelings" then you're stuck in an awkward position of having told the truth when no one wanted it which is even more awkward so thus force me to lie and pretend like I think you tell me I look fat is okay or maybe even funny (which is a double lie).
I'm good at that though, pretending like something doesn't hurt me. Lame.I guess that does make me a good liar.
Welcome Back!
My laptop battery came in. Finally. I had to go get it. It was a 30minute phone ordeal to get them to at least ship it to a location that was closer to downtown.
And then I drove around with it for two days, sliding back and forth across the back seat or from the front seat to the floor.
I've also managed, in the last two days to ruin my nails. I thought biogel was indestructible?
I paid off all my parking tickets.
put my laundry away.
caught up with roomie.
drank water.
I just read over what I just wrote. I clearly don't have anything to say. Maybe because it's 5:30 in the morning and I've been crying off and on for the last two days, barely sleeping.
Funeral and visitation were great. Which is weird to say. But Bestie's family is amazing and supportive and I've never seen such a sad thing be handled with so much love and devotion. Also beer.
One of Mama's vip's like's me... or the idea of me. We'll see. We'll call him NBA.He asked me if I would like a vacation w hen the funeral is over. I said yes but that kind of offer is inappropriate and how about we go on a phone date (he lives in Chicago). I think NBA may have mistaken me for one of those celeb/athlete hoars.We'll see.
Also. Bestie? You are amazing.
And then I drove around with it for two days, sliding back and forth across the back seat or from the front seat to the floor.
I've also managed, in the last two days to ruin my nails. I thought biogel was indestructible?
I paid off all my parking tickets.
put my laundry away.
caught up with roomie.
drank water.
I just read over what I just wrote. I clearly don't have anything to say. Maybe because it's 5:30 in the morning and I've been crying off and on for the last two days, barely sleeping.
Funeral and visitation were great. Which is weird to say. But Bestie's family is amazing and supportive and I've never seen such a sad thing be handled with so much love and devotion. Also beer.
One of Mama's vip's like's me... or the idea of me. We'll see. We'll call him NBA.He asked me if I would like a vacation w hen the funeral is over. I said yes but that kind of offer is inappropriate and how about we go on a phone date (he lives in Chicago). I think NBA may have mistaken me for one of those celeb/athlete hoars.We'll see.
Also. Bestie? You are amazing.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
you can't tell people you're drowning if your mouth is filled with water.
i stole the title of this blog from Mama's BBM. she stole it from an oppressed woman on Oprah.
one of my oldest and dearest friends, my bestie, her dad passed away suddenly this morning. and i cried a bit, did some business, went to work. work didn't work out because whenever someone asked how are you, i cried.
so i went and got my nails done because i figured that would require no brain power and i'd fall asleep. instead i cried a bit and thought about how i didn't want to come home because i wouldn't be alone here either, what with a sniveling sick roomie watching movies on the couch.
but i came back to the apt anyway. i had a nap, made some dvds for my packages i plan on handing out and called Bestie to see if i could order her family swiss chalet for dinner. swiss chalet is always good right? they weren't hungry bc they had so much food there. then her brother got in from his long drive from the states and she had to go. she was crying.
i hope she doesn't read this.
my new friend, Mama, is taking me for dindin with some of her vip people so i'm trying not to think about life and its fragility. Mama drinks and drives. ironic. He died in his car.
i don't believe people when they say death is peaceful or painless. and i don't believe i would ever be okay if my father never walked me down the aisle or saw me buy my first home or have a kid.i could go on because my dad loves more than just me; there would be a lot to miss.
i know our parents r headed towards that age when they have to accept that they are closer to death than than they are to more living, but i'm not ready to accept it. and i'm not ready for anyone i love to be.
BACK UP time, we still have so much living to do.
and God damn her damn laughter in the background. it's not even her fault. but damn it anyway
one of my oldest and dearest friends, my bestie, her dad passed away suddenly this morning. and i cried a bit, did some business, went to work. work didn't work out because whenever someone asked how are you, i cried.
so i went and got my nails done because i figured that would require no brain power and i'd fall asleep. instead i cried a bit and thought about how i didn't want to come home because i wouldn't be alone here either, what with a sniveling sick roomie watching movies on the couch.
but i came back to the apt anyway. i had a nap, made some dvds for my packages i plan on handing out and called Bestie to see if i could order her family swiss chalet for dinner. swiss chalet is always good right? they weren't hungry bc they had so much food there. then her brother got in from his long drive from the states and she had to go. she was crying.
i hope she doesn't read this.
my new friend, Mama, is taking me for dindin with some of her vip people so i'm trying not to think about life and its fragility. Mama drinks and drives. ironic. He died in his car.
i don't believe people when they say death is peaceful or painless. and i don't believe i would ever be okay if my father never walked me down the aisle or saw me buy my first home or have a kid.i could go on because my dad loves more than just me; there would be a lot to miss.
i know our parents r headed towards that age when they have to accept that they are closer to death than than they are to more living, but i'm not ready to accept it. and i'm not ready for anyone i love to be.
BACK UP time, we still have so much living to do.
and God damn her damn laughter in the background. it's not even her fault. but damn it anyway
Monday, October 18, 2010
My friend Kalia LeMaitre (myspace that broad.. she's amazing) posted on fb that she's listening to Joshua Radin, resulting in me rekindling my relationship with Joshua. My god he's amazing... and don't let the fact that I'm not religious make that comment seem less valuable. Imagine having someone with that kind of voice around you everyday? amazing. I'm s ure that's what god meant, when he/science gave us vocal chords. Well done Radin, well done.
I've always wanted to date a guy who played the guitar and who would sing along. To me.... Hmm... I wonder what Josh is doing..? (notice how close J-dog and I are already?! haha.)
I probably wouldn't have time for him though. I'm apparently going steady with my job; like that annoying going steady where you spend all of your time with each other and invite the other to events they weren't meant to be at; that kind of steady. Or maybe the kind of steady where everyone thinks you look so great together but in reality your sex life sucks and you've got nothing to talk about. The kind of going steady that started with confusing coy games because you were both too nervous to put yourself out there in case the other didn't respond which went on too long and now your both kind of just satisfied but only call each other back to be polite, and admittedly are kind-of hopeful. Wait.
what am I talking about?
I was told on Thursday that I carry myself like I know somewhere deep down that I'm awesome, but I'm just not sure if that will be okay with everyone else, so I hunch my shoulders a bit and that I should stand up straighter.
I'm gonna need a massage first, I've got knots from spending all that time with that place I'm going steady with...
Time for more Joshua Radin.
I've always wanted to date a guy who played the guitar and who would sing along. To me.... Hmm... I wonder what Josh is doing..? (notice how close J-dog and I are already?! haha.)
I probably wouldn't have time for him though. I'm apparently going steady with my job; like that annoying going steady where you spend all of your time with each other and invite the other to events they weren't meant to be at; that kind of steady. Or maybe the kind of steady where everyone thinks you look so great together but in reality your sex life sucks and you've got nothing to talk about. The kind of going steady that started with confusing coy games because you were both too nervous to put yourself out there in case the other didn't respond which went on too long and now your both kind of just satisfied but only call each other back to be polite, and admittedly are kind-of hopeful. Wait.
what am I talking about?
I was told on Thursday that I carry myself like I know somewhere deep down that I'm awesome, but I'm just not sure if that will be okay with everyone else, so I hunch my shoulders a bit and that I should stand up straighter.
I'm gonna need a massage first, I've got knots from spending all that time with that place I'm going steady with...
Time for more Joshua Radin.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
SHOUT.
Remember when you were a kid and you would watch those other kids throw wicked tantrums, rolling on the floor or kicking and breaking things, screaming and being utterly obnoxious? But you would never do that because you knew that the repercussions of throwing such a fit would be far greater than the reward of venting... even if you didn't know that throwing a fit was indeed, venting?
Well that's what I want to do right now.
Actually, by way of writing that out I've quite amused myself and no longer feel the need to do any of those things; not that I would really ever do it. Especially since I'm in my room and would only be ruining my own things.That's right, I'm in my room.
Turns out that not only was my laptop battery dead, which I already knew (and the new product is still located at UPS Etobicoke), but the outlet it was plugged into was sliding out of the wall and therefore not providing any kind of electricity to my laptop (which I now feel like I should name, I didn't realize how important she was to me).
I tried another outlet because I'm a sucker and got tricked into doing a grown man's work for him. Long story, but let me tell you... that will be our last date!! Pfff.. I'll show him.... right after his work is done.
..Which means I have to go, as it's due at noon, I work at 11am (please note I did work another 11.5hour day today) and I haven't started and have 113 pages to read. *sigh*
On an unrelated noted (which I have a lot of, not just on here either), you should read Salute Man's blog. Hilarious. and Poetic.
Well that's what I want to do right now.
Actually, by way of writing that out I've quite amused myself and no longer feel the need to do any of those things; not that I would really ever do it. Especially since I'm in my room and would only be ruining my own things.That's right, I'm in my room.
Turns out that not only was my laptop battery dead, which I already knew (and the new product is still located at UPS Etobicoke), but the outlet it was plugged into was sliding out of the wall and therefore not providing any kind of electricity to my laptop (which I now feel like I should name, I didn't realize how important she was to me).
I tried another outlet because I'm a sucker and got tricked into doing a grown man's work for him. Long story, but let me tell you... that will be our last date!! Pfff.. I'll show him.... right after his work is done.
..Which means I have to go, as it's due at noon, I work at 11am (please note I did work another 11.5hour day today) and I haven't started and have 113 pages to read. *sigh*
On an unrelated noted (which I have a lot of, not just on here either), you should read Salute Man's blog. Hilarious. and Poetic.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Welcome to my Ghetto
I apparently have a follower, or at least a regular reader; it's my mother. She emailed to let me know she likes my 'BLOG' (as she wrote) but I haven't written in a while.
SO. My dearest readers (hahahahaha.. I just thought of Julie & Julia and how when she wrote in her blog, she was talking to the readers. Funny.), I have been away from you because my computer died. The battery quit on my mid-agent search; I had my blog page open to let you know how it was going when my computer just shut-off. The battery was so dead that the computer just shut down. It couldn't even hold a charge to keep it working WHILE plugged in.
I ordered a battery (has to be from DELL the tricky bastards), and they are sending it by UPS. 1 week later UPS calls me to tell me that they have my package at their store in Etobicoke.
...Um I live in Toronto, not at your office; please deliver the package here.
Annoyed. Very annoyed.
And believe it or not, I don't just facebook and blog on that laptop; I read the news, listen to the radio, email my resumes all over the place, google random facts, look for inspiration, stalk celebrities, watch tv and facebook on there. Big deal.
I'm sneaking this blog in at work.
I cried at work today, because I'm at work and I dislike some of the people here. And I feel like cry is all I can do about it because I don't have a computer to continue my job search.
I have a new friend in town from Montreal. We are going to hustle next week finding a new agent as well. Well, maybe I will, IF I get that laptop battery from UPS (..bastards *sigh*) so I can email out my headshot to Staples so they can print it so I can hustle. Gah...
It's Ms. Jackelyn of all Trade's birthday party today. Which I almost forgot about because I had no facebook reminder (thank god I put it in my phone). Gotta go get a card after work. Love her.
aaaaannd. on an unrelated note, NIKO!!!!! youngest 55 year old man I've ever met ;) Love.
Gotta go. I'm at work.
SO. My dearest readers (hahahahaha.. I just thought of Julie & Julia and how when she wrote in her blog, she was talking to the readers. Funny.), I have been away from you because my computer died. The battery quit on my mid-agent search; I had my blog page open to let you know how it was going when my computer just shut-off. The battery was so dead that the computer just shut down. It couldn't even hold a charge to keep it working WHILE plugged in.
I ordered a battery (has to be from DELL the tricky bastards), and they are sending it by UPS. 1 week later UPS calls me to tell me that they have my package at their store in Etobicoke.
...Um I live in Toronto, not at your office; please deliver the package here.
Annoyed. Very annoyed.
And believe it or not, I don't just facebook and blog on that laptop; I read the news, listen to the radio, email my resumes all over the place, google random facts, look for inspiration, stalk celebrities, watch tv and facebook on there. Big deal.
I'm sneaking this blog in at work.
I cried at work today, because I'm at work and I dislike some of the people here. And I feel like cry is all I can do about it because I don't have a computer to continue my job search.
I have a new friend in town from Montreal. We are going to hustle next week finding a new agent as well. Well, maybe I will, IF I get that laptop battery from UPS (..bastards *sigh*) so I can email out my headshot to Staples so they can print it so I can hustle. Gah...
It's Ms. Jackelyn of all Trade's birthday party today. Which I almost forgot about because I had no facebook reminder (thank god I put it in my phone). Gotta go get a card after work. Love her.
aaaaannd. on an unrelated note, NIKO!!!!! youngest 55 year old man I've ever met ;) Love.
Gotta go. I'm at work.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Social committee
So I says to them I says, Mind if I start a social committee and they says sure but you have to start it and you get no budget and I thinks but i said i'd start it... and can't i even have a float? you do spend $800 bones a month on pizza that no one really wants... give me a float from that.
24 hours later I propose... Food Drive!!! Oct 15th -17th with all the details, including numbers, the food bank, hunger stats and already listed staff volunteers- 15 minutes of work (please drop off donations to the Thompson Hotel Concierge Desk). and she said i hope you're not planning on using work time for this.
First of all! Is that what you think of me and this?! 997,000 hungry Torontonians and you're worried about MY time commitment on a dime that isn't even yours!?Also. I had to send the proposition via work email because "social emailing" isn't acceptable and 2nd, obviously good people doing good charity find their own time to volunteer (jackass).
Unrelated.
Yesterday i was getting ready to go back to work (sometimes i literally spend more time at work than i do outside of work) and a great song came on the radio (Club can't handle me) and since i had a minute i had a dance party in my room.
Epic Fail. I started to cry...
The last time I remember doing something just for me that made me happy with no other consequence to me was so long ago that the memory isn't vivid.
I have a job I don't mind that has nothing to do with the education I have and the masters I want to obtain. My bosses, for an intricate part are idiots with goals and no plans. My family is at least 1 hour away. I work 50 hours a week at one job and 7 at the other, all hours opposite to most humans. My agent sucks; legitimized by the fact that a producer called me to tell me that my agent refuses to answer emails and calls for a job I already worked.
it's not right.
but if i may, i could be in a water leaked boat in the middle of some body of water with no paddle and i would never ever give up; cause ain't no one else gonna fight for me as hard as i will.
Gentle reminder; there is no awesome without me.
24 hours later I propose... Food Drive!!! Oct 15th -17th with all the details, including numbers, the food bank, hunger stats and already listed staff volunteers- 15 minutes of work (please drop off donations to the Thompson Hotel Concierge Desk). and she said i hope you're not planning on using work time for this.
First of all! Is that what you think of me and this?! 997,000 hungry Torontonians and you're worried about MY time commitment on a dime that isn't even yours!?Also. I had to send the proposition via work email because "social emailing" isn't acceptable and 2nd, obviously good people doing good charity find their own time to volunteer (jackass).
Unrelated.
Yesterday i was getting ready to go back to work (sometimes i literally spend more time at work than i do outside of work) and a great song came on the radio (Club can't handle me) and since i had a minute i had a dance party in my room.
Epic Fail. I started to cry...
The last time I remember doing something just for me that made me happy with no other consequence to me was so long ago that the memory isn't vivid.
I have a job I don't mind that has nothing to do with the education I have and the masters I want to obtain. My bosses, for an intricate part are idiots with goals and no plans. My family is at least 1 hour away. I work 50 hours a week at one job and 7 at the other, all hours opposite to most humans. My agent sucks; legitimized by the fact that a producer called me to tell me that my agent refuses to answer emails and calls for a job I already worked.
it's not right.
but if i may, i could be in a water leaked boat in the middle of some body of water with no paddle and i would never ever give up; cause ain't no one else gonna fight for me as hard as i will.
Gentle reminder; there is no awesome without me.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
There is what a appears to be a sweaty finger print mark at the head of my bed, on the wall; likely from an intense session... but lord knows that I haven't had sex in an eternity so it isn't from me!
...it's actually from a huge spider I was forced to kill just now. Spider guts. Oooohhh the excitement of apt 403, bedroom two.
...it's actually from a huge spider I was forced to kill just now. Spider guts. Oooohhh the excitement of apt 403, bedroom two.
Monday, October 4, 2010
If a tree falls in the woods...?
Since there is no way of tracking this bad boys readers, I want to treat it a wee bit more like a journal and just say whatever. But on that off chance...
Friday, October 1, 2010
Crime Scene
Sexy-phone-voice-male-nurse-Ed came over on behalf of my life insurance company to get some blood and urine. He was an early fifties chubby single man; disappointing. haha.
He made me pee in a jar which took FOREVER because I didn't have to pee... He also took that small bit of pee and poured it into two tiny lided beakers and I suppose dumped the rest.
He didn't even use the washroom and he left the seat up.
He made me pee in a jar which took FOREVER because I didn't have to pee... He also took that small bit of pee and poured it into two tiny lided beakers and I suppose dumped the rest.
He didn't even use the washroom and he left the seat up.
Sexy-phone-voice-male-nurse-Ed left. And left a drop of blood on he dining area floor. WHOA! You come into my house with that hot voice, 20 years older than I'd hoped you'd be, forcing me to chug water for your beakers and you leave a piece of me on the floor?!
We are fighting.
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