I know that I bitch about work . . . a lot. But recently it has been an extra large pain in my ass. Seriously. My manager is being a serious . . .(you fill in the blank) I told my manager that I could no longer work on Sundays or Mondays. Well she has scheduled me to work Sundays even though I told her that I couldn't. Then she fucked up my schedule for the week. . . Tuesday is the Finger Eleven concert and over a month ago I booked Tuesday and Wednesday off. Well the (fill in your own words) scheduled me to work Wednesday morning. Not happening. I had to rearrange the rest of my hours for the week so now I'm working Thursday, Friday and Saturday. And you know damn well, she's going to schedule me to work Sunday. I have never been more frustrated with anyone the way I am with her.
I know that I hate my job, but I have never hated it the way I do now. I used to be able to make myself go in because of the great people I worked with or because I thought I needed the money. I have come to realise that as much as I love money, the stress from this job is not worth it. As much as I love my fellow employees this job is not worth it. I think if the issues at work aren't resolved or we can't come to an agreement on my availabilty that I will have to put my notice in.
Putting my two weeks notice in, is something that I don't want to do because I have to rebuild my senority all over again, and work crappy hours and...it just sucks.
I really want to resolve this issue but at the same time I wonder is it really worth it?

Today was my last day of classes and exams, and I am really paranoid that I did not pass three of my classes. I have good reason for this, one class I was really struggling in and two of these classes were my highest marks but the exams for them just killed me.
All I need is a 55 in each course to return in the fall. If I don't pass, I am in big trouble to say the least. I'm hoping that I knew enough or could bullshit enough to get 55's in those three courses.

400

Yesterday, I wrote about a boy from my highschool who recently passed away(...if you haven't been reading check the entry below). I was upset and I felt terrible for all those who are mourning his loss. I keep checking the online memorium that someone started for him.
It's absolutely amazing because in a matter of minutes, this group went from having a few members to over 400 members. Over 400 people have pulled together to say something kind about this person. 400 people have pulled together to share stories, memories and photographs of this person.
I think it's truly incredible that in 18 years of life this person was able to get to know 400 people. How many of us can say that we have touched the lives of over 400 people. I thought that was really cool how people came together to support each other. I never imagined that so many people could be connected. I know at least 10 people who knew this person who passed away and those people know 10 more. Isn't it crazy how we are all connected? It makes the world seem much smaller than it is and a little less scary.

Why do all good things come to an end?

I had no idea what to write about the last couple days. I have been so busy bitching about school and work that I had no idea what was going on with my high school friends. For the most part I had written them off, forgotten about them because we had spoken in months. I figured I had moved on and so had they.
When I went online yesterday I saw that everyone had the words REST IN PEACE in their name with the name of a boy I went to high school with. I started instant messaging my friends from high school. It was true, this boy was in a car accident that killed him instantly. 18 years old, his whole life ahead of him and now he is gone. I only knew of him, I didn't know him personally, but I know a ton of people who did know him personally.
I sit here, reading memorials, reading memories of this person and memories of high school come flooding back to me. High school seemed so long ago, but today I am right there all over again. I'm walking through the caf in my blue polyster pants and white cotton golf shirt, looking for my friends. It was so crowded, our school was overpopulated by about 500 people. We had three lunches and finding your friends was a task. I hated high school, but at the same time I find myself wishing I was there right now.
I wish I could be there for my friends, but I don't know how to be there. I listen to them , I tell them it will be okay, but how can you promise that when you don't know for sure. I think that they have a point when they say you don't realise how important something is until it's gone.

I'm really ready for the weekend. It's been a long stressful week. Why is it that teacher's nail you with all sorts of projects, tests etc at the end of the semester? Why can't they give you these things at the beginning and give you all semester to do it?
If I could count the number of times I have screamed, cried, screamed at my computer/printer, felt like kicking and punching or just throwing a full out temper tantrum this time I would need to be locked away. The stress this week has been incredible.
Work has been screwing me over. I complained about something and my manager then decides that since I complained, she's going to take me from 20 hours a week to 8 or 9. I can't live on 8 or 9 hours a week. It's complete bull. There are all these people with less seniority than me who have 20+ hours a week. So I have decided that I am taking their hours, and there is nothing they can do about it. Thank you very much craptastic union.
In other news, I am going out tonite and I have put a rather large dent in my homework pile.
I still have a few calls to make and some projects to work on but it is slowly being completed.

The Secret Side of My Boyfriend

[There is no internet at home right now so any checking of the blogs is being done at school and I think I am dying without internet at home. Seriously. Dying. Without. It.
Anyways, I will be posting periodically from school just to rant about stuff such as my craptastic job and school. ]
Last nite, the insignificant other, L and I went to the club. The insignificant other has never been there and L and I haven't been there in months. After the world's shittiest day at work on Saturday, this was something we all needed.
The insignificant other and I decided that we would drink some bacardi before going. (Bacardi is a party if you ask me.) The insignificant other was extremely nervous about going to the club because it's all hip hop and rap and this is not his scene at all. If they would have been playing metal all night he would have been fine but . . . he went anyways and he enjoyed himself. We ran into some of his friends there too so it wasn't all bad.
The best part of the night was finding out that my boyfriend secretly likes rap and knows quite a few rap songs. Also he has rhythm. It was kick ass because I have no rhythm so if I dance with him, he makes me look good. Who knew that my boyfriend was a fan of Ludacris? I didn't. Oh and Run DMC. Yeah, he was right in there like a dirty shirt singing along with us.
It was a really good night, despite trying to get past security because I was drunk at an all ages bash and forgot my ID at home. Security is getting tighter there, and they're not selling past capacity anymore. I'm glad that they have made some changes because this is one of my fav hang outs and it's pretty cheap in terms of entertainment.
After three hours of dancing non- stop we decided to call it a night. Some of us had to work or go to school in the morning. Don't people know that it is Easter Monday. . .I should have the day off. I really should but whatever. I'll get over it.
So here I sit at school trying to design a CD cover for Finger Eleven. I also have to develop a point of purchase display and design a logo for myself. There are so many projects and so little time. The good news is that my boyfriend rocks and he went out and got me a copy of Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop so I can do some work at home. This is the highlight of my day. It really is because now I can do some work at home and I don't have to run around like a lunatic trying to find a computer lab with these programs.
That's all for now, I have to get some more work done. So far my CD cover looks like I have set Finger Eleven on fire. I have no logo for myself and I've barely started my Point of Purchase project.
ttyl

The Weekend. Rather Uneventful.

This past Friday, the insignificant other and I had a dinner date with two other couples. We had to run some errands before heading out to our dinner date, so while shopping in the corporate hell known as Wal-Mart, L calls and tells us to dress up nicely and look appropriate. Last time I checked we were eating at a bar and grill. Whatever. We were going to anyways because I always have to make myself look hotter than L. We rushed through our shopping and went back to my house to get ready. I decided to wear my mini skirt with leggings and a loose top. It looked good. I did the smokey eye make up along with the curly, tossled hair. The insignificant other wore khakis and a black dress shirt. I wanted us to look damn good and I knew damn well that if we didn't L would bitch.
As usual the insignificant other and I were running late. What can I say? It takes time to look that damn good. Our reservations were for 8:30, we get a call at 8:15 demanding to know where we were...uh we have another 15 minutes. We finally arrive there and the insignificant other notices that L and her boyfriend are checking us out. Damn right you are.
We sit down. We order. I have my favorite drink, a frozen raspberry twister. Two types of smirnoff with a raspberry liquer. I'm sitting across the table from L and notice that she is NOT dressed nicely, neither is her boyfriend. They are wearing jeans. L has a tube top on with a suit jacket and high heels. Her boyfriend has on a hoodie with a big flame on it and a pair of jeans. I was not impressed, you phone me and tell me to look good but you two look like you found some clothes on the bedroom floor and threw them together. It was a mish mash of bad clothes. Seriously. I was not impressed and neither was my insignificant other. We got over it though, because we looked good and we knew it. You can tell you look good when guys check you out and girls give you the evil glare.
After dinner we hung around for awhile, and talked. It was good to see L, it seems that when she has a boyfriend she forgets that she has friends. This is truly sad because we used to be really close and together every weekend, this has all changed. We parted ways and I went to the insignificant other's house for a little while before I went home.
Saturday, I went to work. It was weird, since my hours have been cut back when I returned to work I couldn't remember what I was doing or supposed to be doing. I seem to have way too much fun at work and really shouldn't be paid to do the things I do. When I finished my shift, my insignificant other came and picked me up. It was a good surprise. We ended up eating pizza at 1am and falling asleep watching TV with a pizza box in the bed. We woke up around 2pm on Sunday when his father phoned to remind him that he was going to be there in 20 minutes to take him out for his birthday. We threw ourselves together while listening to Finger Eleven and talking about how great this concert is going to be. I made my way home in my dirty clothes and spent the rest of the nite doing assignments ahead of time.