Dear TMOC,
I want you to know that you used to by my favorite Uncle. That I used to enjoy all the time we spent together. Remember all those weekends I spent in T.O. with you? Those were some of my favorite memories. We used to go to the Eaton's Centre and play at the arcade, eat candy for breakfast and stay up all night watching scary movies. What happened? What happened that we couldn't enjoy spending time with each other? What changed so drastically? I think it's because I grew up, because I wouldn't listen to you anymore. I think it's because I wouldn't let you hurt me anymore.
Remember when I was three years old and I accidentally mixed the play - doh colors together for your Fuzzy Pumper Barber Shop? I do, because you have never let me forget.
Remember the time we were in the elevator and the doors wouldn't close and the fire alarm went off? You called me a "fucking idiot" and accused me of doing something to make the alarm go off.
This Summer, you came for a visit and complained the whole time. You complained because we didn't have a stove, you complained that your sleeping accomodations were not up to your standards. You spent no time with us, until the very last day and then you expected us to drop all our plans to be with you. We did this, because you are our uncle and we love you. We saw "Snakes on a Plane" and we had fun.
You never acknowledge us, until it is convient for you. And when we have other things going on, when we can't accomodate to you the world must end. I must have forgotten that this is the TMOC show and the world revolves around you.
I love you TMOC, I really do but you say and do a lot of things that hurt me. You embarass us in front of the rest of family. You tell everyone the most horrible things about us, often times these things are untrue. You drink, you have a drinking problem. I know that you don't see it but everyone else in the family does and despite your actions we love. You have your nose so far up Nannie's ass and why? You stick around Nannie because she has money and you hope that one day when she croaks, you'll get a chunk of her fortune. You know all the things Nannie has done and yet that doesn't seem to bother you. She abandoned three of her grandkids, she abandoned her daughter because a better one came along. I love Lucky, but I guess since we're not the superstar Lucky or you we aren't allowed to be members of the family. To be honest, this never bothered me until now. You used to spend every Christmas with us. I know things are changing. I know that you are getting married. I love your fiancee. She has always been a member of our family. I accept these changes. I was looking forward to the wedding but after tonight, I don't think that there is any going back. I don't know if I can find it in my heart to forgive you. They say some things are better left unsaid and you should have followed that advice.
There is one person that has always been a constant in your life. That person would be my mom and despite all the nasty things you have said and done to her she still loves you. She still calls you brother.
My grandfather raised you, he loved you and he treated you as his own. I know that science says otherwise but you seem to forget who raised you. I loved Donnie too and I know that science says he is your father but why can't you have two? Two people who loved you. Grandpa had your childhood and Donnie had your adulthood.
Aunt Josie thought you were the best thing on the face of the earth, but she found out what we already knew. When you came for a visit you couldn't take a few hours to go visit her. She was so heartbroken. Do you care? I don't think you do. I don't think you understand how you make anyone feel.
I am sorry, that I can't be what you want me to be. I am sorry that you don't remember all the "Thank You's" or the "I love you's." I don't understand what you want me from me. You say that you are not perfect and that you make mistakes, that you are human, but how can you expect me who is also human to not make mistakes?
I know that I have done things to hurt you as well, but here is the difference. I was a little kid, and in some ways I still am. Truth is, I am only 18, I'm not finished growing up.
One day, this will all be a distant memory to you and hopefully to me.
Until then,
xoxo
Me.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
The Spirit of Christmas
The Spirit of Christmas is in full swing. The evil spirit of Christmas that is. You know, the one that makes everyone greedy, rude, obnoxious and absolutely unbareable.
I myself have witnessed the evil spirit of Christmas a few times this week.
As a cashier at a grocery store, I put up with a lot of crap. And I mean a lot. It's as if cashiers are not allowed to make mistakes, not allowed to be overwhelmed or completely stressed out.
With Christmas only a few days away, people are anxious to finish their shopping, buy all the food they will need over the next few days because we all know that the world is going to end because stores are going to be closed for ONE FULL DAY!
At work, we were understaffed. With eleven registers and only seven open, we could not meet the standards of customers. The grocery store I work it, is completely different than the competitors. We are a discount store meaning that we have really low prices when it comes to food, but the customers are required to purchase their own bags and pack their own groceries. Packing groceries for customers is not a service that we offer. But some cashiers such as myself will help customers who have large orders or need some assistance (such as the elderly) and this seems to piss off waiting customers.
It's ridiculous. People seem to be angered by small inconviences, especially around this time of year. I had one waiting customer complain to my manager that I was taking too long. It seems, that my helping a customer pack $400 worth of groceries was a problem. My manager did not understand what the problem was, because although this is not a service we offer, if there is no belt space and the customer is overwhelmed what are we (the cashiers)to do, stand around and watch as people struggle.
Another customer complained because he claimed that one cashier, did not greet him today. He continued to scream at the cashier, two managers and the bookkeeper. Finally, the manager told the customer that he would have to refrain from verbally abusing the employees or the police would be called.
Last night, I took an adventure to the corporate whore known as Wal -Mart in hopes of finishing up some Christmas shopping. I have a love/hate relationship with Wal -Mart. Anyways, I had been to at least four diffferent stores looking for one particular board game. I had been to Wal -Mart several times and every time I went, they were sold out. They always offered the reply "We will have more on Wednesday..." and my response was "Could you tell me which Wednesday?" When I arrived last night, I hunted down all the toy aisles for this one game. I finally found the very last one in the whole entire store. Another customer had her cart parked in front of it and was reaching to put it in her cart. And I must admit the evil spirit took over me for a brief moment. I intercepted her and grabbed the game. I dashed out of the aisle before this other customer could say anything to me. I paid for the game and held on to my purchase like it was a life or death situation. I know it was rather evil of me but the person I bought it for is going to LOVE it!
Although, I snatched the item from the other person, I wasn't rude or yelling at cashiers or other customers. I wasn't bowling them over with shopping carts or screaming at kids to stop running through the store. I haven't wrestled anyone to the floor for a toy, purse, watch etc.
What is it about this season that makes us all into vicious animals? What is so important that we must forget what the season is about? I'm going to be honest. I love presents, I love shopping for them , I like the anticipation and the excitement of it all. But I also love knowing, that I will spend Christmas Eve in church. That I will spend time with my family. I know that this is the one time a year you are guarenteed to visit with your extended family, see all your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. This is what I love about the holidays.
I think that people lose sight of that with all the 'stuff' we feel obligated to buy one another. Sure, there are a few more things that I would like to buy my Mom and Dad tomorrow but I know that if I can't, they will be happy with what they have. They will love what I did get them, and they won't care about what I didn't get them. I know, that my Grandma is going to love the cookies I baked her. And it's not about the money I spent, but the time I put into making them and that I thought of her when I did it. My parents will feel the same way. They won't care how much I spent but rather the time and effort I put into picking out something that I thought they would really enjoy.
That's the thing about families, they don't care about money, what really matters is that you thought of them.
I used to hate Christmas because of the greed that surrounded it, but I realise now that, the season is what you make it. If you choose to be overwhelmed with greed and the evilness that surrounds this season then you too will start to hate Christmas. If you choose to make the best of the season, then you will enjoy Christmas and it won't matter that the rest of the population has turned themselves into animals.
It's all in your perception and no one elses.
That's it. I'm done my rant.
Have a Merry Christmas.
I myself have witnessed the evil spirit of Christmas a few times this week.
As a cashier at a grocery store, I put up with a lot of crap. And I mean a lot. It's as if cashiers are not allowed to make mistakes, not allowed to be overwhelmed or completely stressed out.
With Christmas only a few days away, people are anxious to finish their shopping, buy all the food they will need over the next few days because we all know that the world is going to end because stores are going to be closed for ONE FULL DAY!
At work, we were understaffed. With eleven registers and only seven open, we could not meet the standards of customers. The grocery store I work it, is completely different than the competitors. We are a discount store meaning that we have really low prices when it comes to food, but the customers are required to purchase their own bags and pack their own groceries. Packing groceries for customers is not a service that we offer. But some cashiers such as myself will help customers who have large orders or need some assistance (such as the elderly) and this seems to piss off waiting customers.
It's ridiculous. People seem to be angered by small inconviences, especially around this time of year. I had one waiting customer complain to my manager that I was taking too long. It seems, that my helping a customer pack $400 worth of groceries was a problem. My manager did not understand what the problem was, because although this is not a service we offer, if there is no belt space and the customer is overwhelmed what are we (the cashiers)to do, stand around and watch as people struggle.
Another customer complained because he claimed that one cashier, did not greet him today. He continued to scream at the cashier, two managers and the bookkeeper. Finally, the manager told the customer that he would have to refrain from verbally abusing the employees or the police would be called.
Last night, I took an adventure to the corporate whore known as Wal -Mart in hopes of finishing up some Christmas shopping. I have a love/hate relationship with Wal -Mart. Anyways, I had been to at least four diffferent stores looking for one particular board game. I had been to Wal -Mart several times and every time I went, they were sold out. They always offered the reply "We will have more on Wednesday..." and my response was "Could you tell me which Wednesday?" When I arrived last night, I hunted down all the toy aisles for this one game. I finally found the very last one in the whole entire store. Another customer had her cart parked in front of it and was reaching to put it in her cart. And I must admit the evil spirit took over me for a brief moment. I intercepted her and grabbed the game. I dashed out of the aisle before this other customer could say anything to me. I paid for the game and held on to my purchase like it was a life or death situation. I know it was rather evil of me but the person I bought it for is going to LOVE it!
Although, I snatched the item from the other person, I wasn't rude or yelling at cashiers or other customers. I wasn't bowling them over with shopping carts or screaming at kids to stop running through the store. I haven't wrestled anyone to the floor for a toy, purse, watch etc.
What is it about this season that makes us all into vicious animals? What is so important that we must forget what the season is about? I'm going to be honest. I love presents, I love shopping for them , I like the anticipation and the excitement of it all. But I also love knowing, that I will spend Christmas Eve in church. That I will spend time with my family. I know that this is the one time a year you are guarenteed to visit with your extended family, see all your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. This is what I love about the holidays.
I think that people lose sight of that with all the 'stuff' we feel obligated to buy one another. Sure, there are a few more things that I would like to buy my Mom and Dad tomorrow but I know that if I can't, they will be happy with what they have. They will love what I did get them, and they won't care about what I didn't get them. I know, that my Grandma is going to love the cookies I baked her. And it's not about the money I spent, but the time I put into making them and that I thought of her when I did it. My parents will feel the same way. They won't care how much I spent but rather the time and effort I put into picking out something that I thought they would really enjoy.
That's the thing about families, they don't care about money, what really matters is that you thought of them.
I used to hate Christmas because of the greed that surrounded it, but I realise now that, the season is what you make it. If you choose to be overwhelmed with greed and the evilness that surrounds this season then you too will start to hate Christmas. If you choose to make the best of the season, then you will enjoy Christmas and it won't matter that the rest of the population has turned themselves into animals.
It's all in your perception and no one elses.
That's it. I'm done my rant.
Have a Merry Christmas.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Principles of Waiting
Today, I am sitting on pins and needles. I am waiting for the rest of my grades to appear online. These grades tell me whether I move on next semester or wait around a year. I have three classes which have not had the grades posted. These classes are my three worst...Presentation Skills, Priciples of Marketing and Advertising1.
Everyone has reassured me that if I failed, someone would have contacted me by now. But who knows? Maybe it' s a Christmas surprise. "Surprise you failed!" "Enjoy waiting around a year until you can retake these classes that you failed oh so miserably." This is what is going through my head. The rest of my classes I did farely well in, including Production Software. {Production Software was on Tuesdays at 8am. Half the time I showed up late, slept through the class, or talked to my friends on MSN. And to think I got 69% in that class.}
I'm so nervous. I check the student portal about four times a day, checking to see if any changes have been made. Nothing. I'm driving myself even more mad than I already am.
So here I sit, checking the student portal for the seventh time since I got home from work a few hours ago. I hate waiting. I have no patience. This is almost unbareable. I think I could stay up all night waiting for those numbers to appear on the student portal. This is the worst feeling ever. The next four months of my life rest in one teacher's hands and all she has to do is put the marks online. And what freaks me out the most is that all the other teachers have posted their marks even the ones who are really bad at handing back assignments and grades in a reasonable amount of time.
Okay, I will settle for one out of the three grades. Just one. Is that too much to ask?!!! Seriously.
I'm so restless. I wish this was like high school where they give you your report card a few weeks before Christmas Vacation and you know ALL your grades. And if you failed something, your parents had a full two weeks to pester you about it. They had two full weeks to lecture you and ground you and whatever else they felt necessary. Okay, this has never happened to me because I only ever failed one class in my whole entire life and I made up for the next year and in night school. And my parents knew that it was a possibility that I was failing this class because it was grade 10 university level math. They had seen many failed math tests and what not...but this? This is new and did I mention that I hate it!
I am freaking out. I need to know the grade for marketing at least especially after the assignment that I received 28% on.
Okay, maybe I won't stay up all night. I can guarantee that the teacher has not been up all night marking papers and entering the grades online. But I will say one last time that this is torture.
And no, I am not learning a lesson about patience or not always getting what you want when you want. I have waited two weeks now. Two full weeks!
Everyone has reassured me that if I failed, someone would have contacted me by now. But who knows? Maybe it' s a Christmas surprise. "Surprise you failed!" "Enjoy waiting around a year until you can retake these classes that you failed oh so miserably." This is what is going through my head. The rest of my classes I did farely well in, including Production Software. {Production Software was on Tuesdays at 8am. Half the time I showed up late, slept through the class, or talked to my friends on MSN. And to think I got 69% in that class.}
I'm so nervous. I check the student portal about four times a day, checking to see if any changes have been made. Nothing. I'm driving myself even more mad than I already am.
So here I sit, checking the student portal for the seventh time since I got home from work a few hours ago. I hate waiting. I have no patience. This is almost unbareable. I think I could stay up all night waiting for those numbers to appear on the student portal. This is the worst feeling ever. The next four months of my life rest in one teacher's hands and all she has to do is put the marks online. And what freaks me out the most is that all the other teachers have posted their marks even the ones who are really bad at handing back assignments and grades in a reasonable amount of time.
Okay, I will settle for one out of the three grades. Just one. Is that too much to ask?!!! Seriously.
I'm so restless. I wish this was like high school where they give you your report card a few weeks before Christmas Vacation and you know ALL your grades. And if you failed something, your parents had a full two weeks to pester you about it. They had two full weeks to lecture you and ground you and whatever else they felt necessary. Okay, this has never happened to me because I only ever failed one class in my whole entire life and I made up for the next year and in night school. And my parents knew that it was a possibility that I was failing this class because it was grade 10 university level math. They had seen many failed math tests and what not...but this? This is new and did I mention that I hate it!
I am freaking out. I need to know the grade for marketing at least especially after the assignment that I received 28% on.
Okay, maybe I won't stay up all night. I can guarantee that the teacher has not been up all night marking papers and entering the grades online. But I will say one last time that this is torture.
And no, I am not learning a lesson about patience or not always getting what you want when you want. I have waited two weeks now. Two full weeks!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Have a Urine Filled Christmas
Every day, my mom watches for the mail, in hopes of something other than a bill. And with the Christmas season upon us we all anticipate the arrival of Christmas cards. Today was no exception.
As we gathered around the pile of colored envelopes a horrid smell lingered on one red envelope and smacked us in the face. My mom ever so gracioulsy hands me the smelly envelope and says "Here, you can open this one." And since I had yet to open even one card, I willingly took the card and opened it. It was from my uncle TMOC. Also known as The Mayor of Crazyville. Now TMOC, has had several posts about him before. You can find them in the archives of Heidi the Hick's blog or Life or Something Like It's. You see my uncle TMOC is a rather interesting character with his obnoxious behavior, not so funny sense of humor and demanding attitude.
So, I opened this card to find that the image was runny and the scent was lingering along the card as well. As we checked the back of the envelope we noticed a small note that read "Personally scented by Ramona."
Ramona is TMOC's deranged cat, that pisses apparently everywhere. Yep, the cat had pissed on the card and the envelope and TMOC scent it this way even though it had been defiled.
Well, my mom and I burst out laughing because this was absolutely unbelieveable! My dad started in on a rant. A rant that included he has "seen crack heads who make more sense and what did we ever do to deserve this?" The ranting went on for over an hour and it included what my dad was going to do to get TMOC back. His plans included sending rabbit poo in a Coco Puffs box and anything else related to animal feces. Now, my dad wouldn't do this (I hope) but he was seriously upset and wanted to know what the hell goes on in TMOC's head. My dad also wanted to know what kind of idiot just doesn't go out and buy another box of 10 cent cards. A popular phrase today was "Why wouldn't you go just buy another box of cards? What do they cost $4? Here, I will send him the $4"
My mom and I couldn't stop laughing. I left for work laughing. I came home laughing. My dad is still not laughing.
As we gathered around the pile of colored envelopes a horrid smell lingered on one red envelope and smacked us in the face. My mom ever so gracioulsy hands me the smelly envelope and says "Here, you can open this one." And since I had yet to open even one card, I willingly took the card and opened it. It was from my uncle TMOC. Also known as The Mayor of Crazyville. Now TMOC, has had several posts about him before. You can find them in the archives of Heidi the Hick's blog or Life or Something Like It's. You see my uncle TMOC is a rather interesting character with his obnoxious behavior, not so funny sense of humor and demanding attitude.
So, I opened this card to find that the image was runny and the scent was lingering along the card as well. As we checked the back of the envelope we noticed a small note that read "Personally scented by Ramona."
Ramona is TMOC's deranged cat, that pisses apparently everywhere. Yep, the cat had pissed on the card and the envelope and TMOC scent it this way even though it had been defiled.
Well, my mom and I burst out laughing because this was absolutely unbelieveable! My dad started in on a rant. A rant that included he has "seen crack heads who make more sense and what did we ever do to deserve this?" The ranting went on for over an hour and it included what my dad was going to do to get TMOC back. His plans included sending rabbit poo in a Coco Puffs box and anything else related to animal feces. Now, my dad wouldn't do this (I hope) but he was seriously upset and wanted to know what the hell goes on in TMOC's head. My dad also wanted to know what kind of idiot just doesn't go out and buy another box of 10 cent cards. A popular phrase today was "Why wouldn't you go just buy another box of cards? What do they cost $4? Here, I will send him the $4"
My mom and I couldn't stop laughing. I left for work laughing. I came home laughing. My dad is still not laughing.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
"I Need $2 Dollars"
Last Tuesday, my mom and I took an adventure to Zellers to do some Christmas shopping.
As we entered the Zellers parking lot, my mom noticed one of the red Zellers shopping carts and upon seeing it she said to me "Let's take this cart because there is never any carts in the store."
So we dropped our purses into the carts and continued our way into the store.
We were shopping and we had been in the store for a good hour when I noticed a piece of cardboard on the front of the cart. The cardboard read "I need $2." That is when I realised that it was one of the local homeless men's cart we had taken.
Here we were pushing this cart around for at least an hour and I had two options... 1. tell my mom that she was pushing around the homeless guy cart or 2. let her keep shopping and not say a word. I knew damn well that I could not keep this to myself so I turned to tell her but I just started laughing hysterically. I crossed my legs in fear of peeing from laughing too hard and pointed to the front of the cart. I stuttered the words "You're pushing the homeless guy cart... and it says... hahahahahaha... I need....hahahhaha....two...(slowly falling over from laughter) hahahaha...dollars. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I burst out laughing I could no longer contain it.
My mom said "What? What do you mean?" as she came around to the front of the cart. She too started laughing and said "Help me get it off." This only made me laugh harder. First we steal the homeless guy cart and then we ruin his "I need two dollars" sign. I pulled my keys out of my purse and handed them to her, legs still crossed.
As she pleaded for help, I walked away because I knew that I could not stop laughing and that I was pretty damn close to peeing my pants.
I walked down two aisles and burst out laughing yet again and I could hear my mom laughing.
I went back to where she was and asked "Did you get it off ?"
She replied "Yes"
and I said "Can I see it?"
There was no answer we just kept walking away and giggling.
As we entered the Zellers parking lot, my mom noticed one of the red Zellers shopping carts and upon seeing it she said to me "Let's take this cart because there is never any carts in the store."
So we dropped our purses into the carts and continued our way into the store.
We were shopping and we had been in the store for a good hour when I noticed a piece of cardboard on the front of the cart. The cardboard read "I need $2." That is when I realised that it was one of the local homeless men's cart we had taken.
Here we were pushing this cart around for at least an hour and I had two options... 1. tell my mom that she was pushing around the homeless guy cart or 2. let her keep shopping and not say a word. I knew damn well that I could not keep this to myself so I turned to tell her but I just started laughing hysterically. I crossed my legs in fear of peeing from laughing too hard and pointed to the front of the cart. I stuttered the words "You're pushing the homeless guy cart... and it says... hahahahahaha... I need....hahahhaha....two...(slowly falling over from laughter) hahahaha...dollars. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I burst out laughing I could no longer contain it.
My mom said "What? What do you mean?" as she came around to the front of the cart. She too started laughing and said "Help me get it off." This only made me laugh harder. First we steal the homeless guy cart and then we ruin his "I need two dollars" sign. I pulled my keys out of my purse and handed them to her, legs still crossed.
As she pleaded for help, I walked away because I knew that I could not stop laughing and that I was pretty damn close to peeing my pants.
I walked down two aisles and burst out laughing yet again and I could hear my mom laughing.
I went back to where she was and asked "Did you get it off ?"
She replied "Yes"
and I said "Can I see it?"
There was no answer we just kept walking away and giggling.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Beta Still Blows...and I hate/love my job
So, I've done some research as to why I can't switch to Beta. And here's why...it really is a stupid thing. Only certain templates for blogs have been switched to Beta. And apparently my blog/template is one of the few that has not been switched to Beta yet. How stupid is that???!! Seriously. So I just want you all to know that I am reading your Blogs, I'm just not allowed to comment on them, because I am not technologically developed yet. Stupid Beta.
And what does Beta mean? Anyone? Every time I hear the word Beta I think of the Betas from the 70's and the episode of That 70's Show. You know the one where Red buys the Beta and tells Kitty, that they aren't going to watch Roots, they are going to record it then watch it. But Red forgets to put the tape in and Kitty misses Roots. I think that I might watch a little too much television. Not exactly sure.
Anyways, here is a list of reasons I hate my job
And what does Beta mean? Anyone? Every time I hear the word Beta I think of the Betas from the 70's and the episode of That 70's Show. You know the one where Red buys the Beta and tells Kitty, that they aren't going to watch Roots, they are going to record it then watch it. But Red forgets to put the tape in and Kitty misses Roots. I think that I might watch a little too much television. Not exactly sure.
Anyways, here is a list of reasons I hate my job
- I'm not very good with people. Despite my rep as being one of the friendliest cashiers and I have never had a complaint against me, I still don't like people.
- I have to remember all these stupid codes, that once I get a career, I won't remember what I did yesterday but I will know the code for bananas.
- People always complain about prices with me. Seriously, I will have customers argue about the price of products when I know the price and I know they're wrong. But you know they always throw the "Customer is always right speil"
- I hate my stupid green shirt with yellow logo. Seriously who picked these colors? A blind man????
- I hate that I work, 30 hours a week, make $7.75 an hour and then the union and taxes take about $20 off my $200 cheque...every damn week.
- I hate that we sell bags. Why? Why must we be so cheap? That's why I always give them away.
- People are rude. I'm not kidding you. I have dealt with more rude people in the last six months or 345.75 hours than I have in my whole entire life.
- People let their kids run through the store, open packages, slober all over them and then ask you to scan the product..."Uh no, I don't want to touch that and no I don't think its cute that your little hellion opened up this package of crackers, threw them all over the store and now you don't want to buy it." But I love kids. Really, I do.
- Parents allow their children to climb on the conveyor belts, get behind the register with me and sometimes try to press buttons. In the end, the only buttons they are pressing are mine.
- It's not very challenging...any idiot could do this.
- I always get the creepy, dirty old men, who stare blankly at me, then throw in the occasional "I can't see your name tag" line and my reply as always is "I'm not wearing it."
- And when I do wear the name tag, I get the dirty old men who stare blankly and use my name in every sentence "How are you Adult in Question?" "How long have you worked here "Adult in Question" "You have beautiful eyes Adult in Question..." And you know exactly what they are staring at and let me tell you it is definately not my name tag.
- Oh and did I mention I work in the service industry andI hate people?
Now for Why I LOVE my job.
- I love the people I work with, even Anne who I had problems with before. We get along much better now.
- I can almost always get the time off I need except around holidays because I always forget to hand in my time request sheets. The bookkeeper, always schedules me around the days that I request. For example when I said I didn't want to work past 8pm on school nites or that certain days during the week weren't good for me she said "Okay, no problem. What days do you want to work?" and now that I'm on vaca, I asked for full time hours I got them.
- Despite the colors of the uniform, I can wear whatever black pants I want...including track pants and jeans. Although, they can get touchy about jeans. Just depends who is in office.
- I'm not stuck in a kitchen frying up grease burgers and fries with a diet soda. Also, this gets rid of the icky, grease scent, that no matter how many times you bathe you still smell because it never goes away.
- I like saying "Would you like bags with that?" instead of "Would you like fries with that?" it's all about preferences people.
- It gives me money. Money, that I love to spend.
- Oh and I smell the sweet scent of promotion because I have been training to work in office.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Beta Blows
I have been trying for the last hour to switch to Beta because it won't let me leave comments on anyone's blog. Google won't let me switch so I officially give up. I won't be able to leave comments until I can switch. And since I can't switch there will be no comments. Blogger blows. And so does Blogger Beta.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Today was a very busy day. Extremely busy. I dropped off assignmets, did some Xmas shopping. Had lunch with Bridgey and then went to work. After the hellishly long shift and being in exile also as known as the Xpress lane. I went out and had to do some more Christmas shopping.
I decided that I would bake some Sugar cookies and Gingerbread cookies. Thanks to little dough boy and Dad, I pumped out 5 dozen cookies. I baked the Gingerbread cookies for my Grandma and since she is sick, I might bring them by her house tomorrow with some Tim Horton's coffee.
I spent two and a half hours baking, decorating and separating cookies for their designated relative. I also sorta made my own icing. Okay I took some Vanilla icing and added food coloring to it so that I would have the colors I wanted. By the time I had baked about three dozen I felt as though I couldn't go on, that it was time to give up but I just couldn't I was hooked like the time Heidi and I podged the Johnny book for KK. It was so tiring and I thought of my friends who work 8 hour shifts as bakers and I couldn't imagine standing there doing that for hours.
I waited until KK and J came home to bake the sugar cookies but they wanted no part in helping me. And to be honest a part of me was disappointed that they didn't want to help me. But I finished up the cookies and hoped that maybe over the holidays we would get a chance to bake more cookies, only this time that we could do it together.
All is well though, we have five dozen cookies to share together.
Newayz, I am extremely tired and my season of Fat Actress came in the mail today. So I'm going to watch the episode where Kirstie has peeps.
xoxo.
The Adult in Question
I decided that I would bake some Sugar cookies and Gingerbread cookies. Thanks to little dough boy and Dad, I pumped out 5 dozen cookies. I baked the Gingerbread cookies for my Grandma and since she is sick, I might bring them by her house tomorrow with some Tim Horton's coffee.
I spent two and a half hours baking, decorating and separating cookies for their designated relative. I also sorta made my own icing. Okay I took some Vanilla icing and added food coloring to it so that I would have the colors I wanted. By the time I had baked about three dozen I felt as though I couldn't go on, that it was time to give up but I just couldn't I was hooked like the time Heidi and I podged the Johnny book for KK. It was so tiring and I thought of my friends who work 8 hour shifts as bakers and I couldn't imagine standing there doing that for hours.
I waited until KK and J came home to bake the sugar cookies but they wanted no part in helping me. And to be honest a part of me was disappointed that they didn't want to help me. But I finished up the cookies and hoped that maybe over the holidays we would get a chance to bake more cookies, only this time that we could do it together.
All is well though, we have five dozen cookies to share together.
Newayz, I am extremely tired and my season of Fat Actress came in the mail today. So I'm going to watch the episode where Kirstie has peeps.
xoxo.
The Adult in Question
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Yesterday Could Have Been Better
Yesterday was unbelieveable and not in the good way. I was meeting my Dad to help him finish up the gas/water drama. My dad phoned me and asked me to get in a cab and meet him at City Hall. So, I did this and he said that he would pay the cab driver when we finished paying the bill and we would use this same cab driver to get home. It was taking a little longer than expected so my Dad asked me to go out and tell the cab driver it would be a few more minutes but not to worry. Well, the cab driver less than pleased with my response, grabbed me and tried to pull me into the cab. I jumped back and when I did this he tried to pull my wallet and my cell phone out of my hand. He couldn't get the wallet but he did grab the cell phone. The cab driver wanted me to leave something behind because he thought that I wasn't going to return and that I was going to rip him off of his fare. [But here's the thing, we use that cab company so much that most of the cab drivers know us by name, know where we live and when we see them shopping or run in to them somewhere they talk to us. They ask how's school, how's your family etc.] He did this and I ran back into City Hall to get my Dad. When I got there my Dad was finished and on his way out to meet me at the cab. I told him what was going on and my Dad started marching out to the cab. We went outside to where the cab was parked and my Dad asked him why he would do that? Why would he attack a girl? He told the cab driver there was no need for it because the cab driver not only knows where we live but we use this particular cab company exclusively. The cab driver started swearing and yelling at us. My dad asked how much the fare was and asked for the phone back. The fare was $10.50 and so my Dad gave him $15 for the ride and asked for the phone back. The cab driver rolled up his car window and tried to drive away. My dad stuck his arm in the window and tried to get the phone back. The cab driver just continued to roll up the window, so I stuck my hand in the window and started flapping it around trying to grab the phone. Well, the driver put the phone behind his back and started to drive away with our hands in his car. Just then an elderly woman and a big black lady approached us and asked what was going on. I explained to her hysterically what this man was trying to do. Well, the elderly woman stood in front of his car so he couldn't drive away. And the big black lady got in the passenger side of the car and would not get out until he gave us back the phone. We got the phone back and immediately called the cab company to report him. The cab company was willing to do nothing. We started walking away and wanted to get home. Well, the cab driver wasn't finished. He followed us in his car, swearing and yelling obsceneties at us. He also said he was phoning the police. My Dad, said "Yeah, that's a good idea." And he waited, and he waited and the cab driver finally said "I didn't call the police. I will see you after work. I know where you live and I will get you then." He then procceeded to spit on my Dad's face.
When we finally got home, we phoned the cab company again and asked for Head Office. They refused to give us the number for Head Office and said there was nothing they could do because he was the owner of the vehicle.
Later that night my Mom and I went grocery shopping (used the other cab company) and asked them what the procedures were for something like this. The driver said to contact the region. That the region controls the cab companies. So we have decided that we will be contacting the region and possibly the newspaper. I have also decided that I will never get in another cab alone. Because after all this, I took a cab home from a friend's house last night and it was a different cab company but again, the driver made me leave something of value in the car, while I ran in the house to get the money for the cab from my Mom. It makes me uncomfortable to leave my belongings in someone's car. Someone I don't know. And the more I think about it, what makes someone want to get in the car of a stranger. What makes cab drivers trust worthy?
In the end, we don't know these people and yet trust them to drive us from point A to point B. We trust them to drive kids to school, we trust them to drive us home when we're drunk, to take our elderly to the grocery store and anywhere else we need to go. The more I think about it, is it really safe to get in a stranger's car even if they work for a cab company, even if they have a little piece of laminated paper with their picture and a number telling us that they work for this company. This is just one more reason for me to save up and get my G1.
When we finally got home, we phoned the cab company again and asked for Head Office. They refused to give us the number for Head Office and said there was nothing they could do because he was the owner of the vehicle.
Later that night my Mom and I went grocery shopping (used the other cab company) and asked them what the procedures were for something like this. The driver said to contact the region. That the region controls the cab companies. So we have decided that we will be contacting the region and possibly the newspaper. I have also decided that I will never get in another cab alone. Because after all this, I took a cab home from a friend's house last night and it was a different cab company but again, the driver made me leave something of value in the car, while I ran in the house to get the money for the cab from my Mom. It makes me uncomfortable to leave my belongings in someone's car. Someone I don't know. And the more I think about it, what makes someone want to get in the car of a stranger. What makes cab drivers trust worthy?
In the end, we don't know these people and yet trust them to drive us from point A to point B. We trust them to drive kids to school, we trust them to drive us home when we're drunk, to take our elderly to the grocery store and anywhere else we need to go. The more I think about it, is it really safe to get in a stranger's car even if they work for a cab company, even if they have a little piece of laminated paper with their picture and a number telling us that they work for this company. This is just one more reason for me to save up and get my G1.
Friday, December 08, 2006
WANTED
Male
Age: 18- 21
Must have job, education at least high school
Must practice good hygiene. (I know this sounds ridiculous but you should see the scrubs out here)
Must be taller than me 5'7 at least...
Must be single. I mean it...
Must be somewhat insane...not the scary kind. The fun kind. Like me.
Is this really too much to ask????
Age: 18- 21
Must have job, education at least high school
Must practice good hygiene. (I know this sounds ridiculous but you should see the scrubs out here)
Must be taller than me 5'7 at least...
Must be single. I mean it...
Must be somewhat insane...not the scary kind. The fun kind. Like me.
Is this really too much to ask????
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Extra Special - Late Breaking News
Homework has been overwhelming me this week but I only have one and a half assignments left to complete. Then I am free from that place of torture. But...here is some extra special, late breaking news. The presentation that I did last week that I thought I did absolutely horriblly on was apparently not so bad. The presentation was worth 30% of my final mark and I got a 96% on it. Apparently I don't suck that much!!! WOOT!!! I still feel as though I am not destined to stay in the advertising field, but at least now I'm not so concerned about passing the program. I also received a creative assignment where I only got 73% but the prof said it was portfolio quality and that in the near future he would like to help me reevaluate some of the elements incorporated in the design so that I will have it for my portfolio. Then he gave me a really nice folder to keep the poster in and I was the only one who received the extra special portfolio. So I would just like to take a moment to say to the Overachievers in my class and uh the Geoffanies (who I will explain another day) "IN YOUR FACE!!!!" And for the Geoffanies I have a few other choice words but I'll keep those ones to myself.
But I am off now, to make myself a celebratory cake.
But I am off now, to make myself a celebratory cake.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Weekend Recap
I had a semi busy weekend. Nothing I couldn't handle.
Friday- I FINALLY saw Borat and was somewhat unimpressed. It was more racist and disgusting than I expected. Why didn't any one tell me that there was nudity but fat, hairy male nudity...All my friends saw and yet they did not warn me. Thanks guys. It did have some funny parts like when he threw the sack over Pamela Anderson. That was good. It was about time someone threw a sack OVER her instead of throwing her into one. After my hot date to the movies and the coffee pub with Sarah from work I was recruited to the Club. Yeah L called me and told me about this small problem she had. You see I HAD to go with her because she had three dates and she needed me to take one. Thankfully, only two of them showed up. But unfortunately the man meat I wanted was the one she took. She left me with country boy man meat who I have only met once before. She helped herself to the City Man Meat who is drop dead gorgeous. But unfortunately L is my best friend but if she was just an acquaintance or what not, he would totally be fair game. So I did my best with Country Man Meat who is really polite and kind and sweet but .... it's not the same. Country Man Meat is not a dancer. Which sucks. It sucks because even though I have no rythm whatsoever I love to dance. I really do. I could dance all day and night if it didn't stress out certain people I live with. So after being pushed around on the dance floor because once again the Club was beyond capacity. Greedy club owners. It's bad enough that they charge a $10 cover and then jack the price of drinks up to $3 - for a glass of tap water....Are you kidding me? At the college bars you can get drunk for $20 because drinks are $1.75. Someone please tell me where the logic is in that? So after dancing for what seemed like 20 minutes it was last call. Which meant it was about 2am. Oh I forgot to mention the angry lesbian manning the door who wouldn't let anyone in because we were not in a single file line outside. Yeah, it took about L and her crew about half an hour to get in the door but I on the other hand, slowly crept up the line to the front. Then when someone said something to me about I said "Excuse me, but I have been out for an hour and you and your cigarette smoking, pot head friends went around the corner did your 'business' and then cut in front of me." Needless to say, they let me in before they went in and then inside they were nice to me. They didn't try to cut a bitch which was extremely surprising because since that is usually the way it goes there.
Saturday, I had to get up at the crack of dawn. Okay 10 am. I had to go to work. Where for the first time in about a month it was insanely busy. And we didn't even have anything spectacular on special. So there I was with what seemed like the world's longest shift when half way through an order my shoulder locked. Good times at FB. I had to call an office girl to come out and finish the order so I could go fix myself. Finally, my shift ended and I was able to go home and get ready to go the work Xmas party. Where we paid for our own meals and received some gifts that were clearly re-gifted. I received five hockey tickets for a game that was not in town. Thanks... did I mention I don't drive and don't watch hockey? So I sold them for $20. I also received a bag of men's soap and some candy. But thankfully, my gift was not the worst. My front end supervisor who is allergic to peanuts received a bag full of Planter's assorted nuts. And CP who is not so cute anymore because he is a total asshat received a knapsack full of Kleenex, a planner/organizer that was seven years old and some sparkly, very girly school accessories. Also, he's 20 years old. And not in any form of school, okay the school of life for losers. I'm glad that I enjoy the people I work with and get along with them fantastically because otherwise it would have been the worst four hours of my life. So just as I was leaving a co-worker came up to me in a drunken stupor asking where I was going. When I explained that I needed to go home because my ride was leaving he wanted me to wait, he wanted a hug. And apparently he had something to tell me. I gave him this really half- assed awkward hug and left because I had the distinct feeling another co- worker was going to profess their love for me. I know that part sounds made up but I have been asked out by four different people at work and I have learned my lesson from CP so I just reject now. I'm very good at it. It starts off with "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think it's a good idea to date people I work with. " If they try to respond to that...then I just use the line, it's not you, it's me. World's lamest line but I gotta get myself outta the awkward situation somehow. And surprisingly, we get along great even after the awkward "it's not you, it's me" thing. (Any one have some suggestions for new lines????). So I left the party and came home where I was invited to go to Laser Quest. Who knew that Laser Quest was open at 11pm? I didn't go. I don't quite understand what Laser Quest is and I'm a little afraid. Like the multiple times I was invited to go Paintballing and refused. Seriously, what fun is there is shooting pellets of paint at people? And the boys who do this always come back bruised and sore and I ask the unneccessary question of "How is this fun???" I stayed up watching the tube until 2am and went to bed.
Sunday/Today. Was a day dedicated to working on final projects that I don't understand and know that I am going to fail. I spent about four hours on homework and finishing projects when
I decided that I give up. I've checked my notes, I've read the text book. I still don't understand this. I tried my best and now all I can hope for is to get a passing grade such as 55%. Yeah, I'm going to aim low. Very low. I talked to some people from my class but they left all the assignements until today and are pulling all nighters. I couldn't do it. I'm so glad and thankful that I started these projects a while ago and really only had to tie up loose ends. And I realise that I am not the only one who does not understand what is going on. So, I am keeping my fingers crossed...all week.
But FYI....
-in 173 days Pirates of the Carribbean 3 comes to the theatre. For the mathematically impaired that's May 25th.
- 92 days until my birthday.
-21 days until Xmas
-2 more sleeps until Pirates 2 is on DVD
- and 5 days of class left for me [and then I don't go back until Jan 8th]!!!!!
Friday- I FINALLY saw Borat and was somewhat unimpressed. It was more racist and disgusting than I expected. Why didn't any one tell me that there was nudity but fat, hairy male nudity...All my friends saw and yet they did not warn me. Thanks guys. It did have some funny parts like when he threw the sack over Pamela Anderson. That was good. It was about time someone threw a sack OVER her instead of throwing her into one. After my hot date to the movies and the coffee pub with Sarah from work I was recruited to the Club. Yeah L called me and told me about this small problem she had. You see I HAD to go with her because she had three dates and she needed me to take one. Thankfully, only two of them showed up. But unfortunately the man meat I wanted was the one she took. She left me with country boy man meat who I have only met once before. She helped herself to the City Man Meat who is drop dead gorgeous. But unfortunately L is my best friend but if she was just an acquaintance or what not, he would totally be fair game. So I did my best with Country Man Meat who is really polite and kind and sweet but .... it's not the same. Country Man Meat is not a dancer. Which sucks. It sucks because even though I have no rythm whatsoever I love to dance. I really do. I could dance all day and night if it didn't stress out certain people I live with. So after being pushed around on the dance floor because once again the Club was beyond capacity. Greedy club owners. It's bad enough that they charge a $10 cover and then jack the price of drinks up to $3 - for a glass of tap water....Are you kidding me? At the college bars you can get drunk for $20 because drinks are $1.75. Someone please tell me where the logic is in that? So after dancing for what seemed like 20 minutes it was last call. Which meant it was about 2am. Oh I forgot to mention the angry lesbian manning the door who wouldn't let anyone in because we were not in a single file line outside. Yeah, it took about L and her crew about half an hour to get in the door but I on the other hand, slowly crept up the line to the front. Then when someone said something to me about I said "Excuse me, but I have been out for an hour and you and your cigarette smoking, pot head friends went around the corner did your 'business' and then cut in front of me." Needless to say, they let me in before they went in and then inside they were nice to me. They didn't try to cut a bitch which was extremely surprising because since that is usually the way it goes there.
Saturday, I had to get up at the crack of dawn. Okay 10 am. I had to go to work. Where for the first time in about a month it was insanely busy. And we didn't even have anything spectacular on special. So there I was with what seemed like the world's longest shift when half way through an order my shoulder locked. Good times at FB. I had to call an office girl to come out and finish the order so I could go fix myself. Finally, my shift ended and I was able to go home and get ready to go the work Xmas party. Where we paid for our own meals and received some gifts that were clearly re-gifted. I received five hockey tickets for a game that was not in town. Thanks... did I mention I don't drive and don't watch hockey? So I sold them for $20. I also received a bag of men's soap and some candy. But thankfully, my gift was not the worst. My front end supervisor who is allergic to peanuts received a bag full of Planter's assorted nuts. And CP who is not so cute anymore because he is a total asshat received a knapsack full of Kleenex, a planner/organizer that was seven years old and some sparkly, very girly school accessories. Also, he's 20 years old. And not in any form of school, okay the school of life for losers. I'm glad that I enjoy the people I work with and get along with them fantastically because otherwise it would have been the worst four hours of my life. So just as I was leaving a co-worker came up to me in a drunken stupor asking where I was going. When I explained that I needed to go home because my ride was leaving he wanted me to wait, he wanted a hug. And apparently he had something to tell me. I gave him this really half- assed awkward hug and left because I had the distinct feeling another co- worker was going to profess their love for me. I know that part sounds made up but I have been asked out by four different people at work and I have learned my lesson from CP so I just reject now. I'm very good at it. It starts off with "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think it's a good idea to date people I work with. " If they try to respond to that...then I just use the line, it's not you, it's me. World's lamest line but I gotta get myself outta the awkward situation somehow. And surprisingly, we get along great even after the awkward "it's not you, it's me" thing. (Any one have some suggestions for new lines????). So I left the party and came home where I was invited to go to Laser Quest. Who knew that Laser Quest was open at 11pm? I didn't go. I don't quite understand what Laser Quest is and I'm a little afraid. Like the multiple times I was invited to go Paintballing and refused. Seriously, what fun is there is shooting pellets of paint at people? And the boys who do this always come back bruised and sore and I ask the unneccessary question of "How is this fun???" I stayed up watching the tube until 2am and went to bed.
Sunday/Today. Was a day dedicated to working on final projects that I don't understand and know that I am going to fail. I spent about four hours on homework and finishing projects when
I decided that I give up. I've checked my notes, I've read the text book. I still don't understand this. I tried my best and now all I can hope for is to get a passing grade such as 55%. Yeah, I'm going to aim low. Very low. I talked to some people from my class but they left all the assignements until today and are pulling all nighters. I couldn't do it. I'm so glad and thankful that I started these projects a while ago and really only had to tie up loose ends. And I realise that I am not the only one who does not understand what is going on. So, I am keeping my fingers crossed...all week.
But FYI....
-in 173 days Pirates of the Carribbean 3 comes to the theatre. For the mathematically impaired that's May 25th.
- 92 days until my birthday.
-21 days until Xmas
-2 more sleeps until Pirates 2 is on DVD
- and 5 days of class left for me [and then I don't go back until Jan 8th]!!!!!
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