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.

Ready for the Weekend

Happy Friday. Get some rest. Get some homework done etc.

A New Discovery

I was going to complain about the computer lab situation at school again today but something surprised me.
I went with a friend to our usual lab to work on some assignments and to our surprise we were not allowed into the lab. We were pissed. It is our advertising lab and we can't go in to use our programs that WE need for our assignments, something here is terribly wrong. We were informed that we were not allowed in because there was a Skills Canada competition in progress. Well, guess what? We don't care. Not our problem. I know the teacher that was in there too, he was a teacher from my old high school who taught tech, very nice man but he pissed me off.
We left, not impressed, racking our brains trying to figure out where we could go to use a computer because it seems that this Skills Canada competition has taken up the majority of the labs in the C wing. We hunted through the school determined to find a computer.
Finally, my friend went and asked the teacher in the room next to our lab if we could use a couple computers to work on some assignments. With some hesitation she said yes. I think it was because my friend use her cuteness to work the teacher over. Puppy dog eyes always work for her. We promised to sit on the end and be very quiet.
We sat down, logged on to the computers. Slowly, but surely the computers prepared themselves for some work. Tons of computers working very slowly. E x t r e m e l y s l o w l y.
P a i n f u l l y s l ow l y. Anyways, we browsed through the programs and to our surprise discovered the computer had our programs. Yes, people we found another computer lab in the school with Quark, Illustrator and Photoshop. It's very exciting. It too is booked up most of the time, like the other lab, just a little less. This makes me very happy.

Rules of the Grocery Store

Recently, I have been fed up with customers demanding what they want, when they want, how they want. This is very frustrating. I understand that yes as customers, you are entitled to certain services and products. You are entitled to these things in a reasonable amount of time but you cannot demand that your cashier drop everything to serve you and your needs after you have the left the store. You cannot pack up your groceries, stand behind me at my till and tap your foot while huffing and puffing that I cannot meet your needs at the moment. This pisses me off more than anything because everyone knows that Saturdays are the busiest at this particular store. I have decided to write a list of Grocery store Rules and if you cannot abide by them you are not allowed to come through my register. That's right, I will refuse to serve you.
So here it is my list of rules:

1. If you need to return an item that you do not want, you need to give it to the cashier. You cannot hide it in the baskets, you cannot stuff it in the magazine rack and you cannot kick it under the magazine rack to hide it.
2. If you need a carry out, tell the cashier before he/she starts ringing in your order because it may take a few minutes for the grocery clerk to come to the front of the store. I know that it may look like we're not doing something but most times we are.
3. Meat products need to be returned to the meat department, the same with dairy. You cannot leave it in a cart and hope for the best.
4. You cannot leave your empty carts in front of the register and assume that someone will put it away for you. You took it out, you put it back. You know why it must be put away? Because customers behind you can't get through and put their groceries on the til until I go and put your cart away. Then the customer behind you bitches and I have to sit there and listen to it until they too leave the store. Thanks Asshats.
5. Lastly, if I am with another customer, you can not come and make demands about services that you want because you forgot to ask for them when I was putting your order through. If your forgot to ask for ice, softener salt, carry out etc. you must wait until I am done with the current customer and then I will put your purchase through.

It's just common courtesy, most of these things. You should try it sometime.

Seven Songs I love ... right now.

1. Snow - RHCP. Like you didn't know the RHCP wouldn't be on this list.
2. Put Your Hands Up (for Detroit) - Fedde Le Grande, club techno that reminds me of the summer and all the fun I had with L before she got a boyfriend.
3. Roth Kung Fu - The Salads. This song is from my Grade 10 pop punk phase. I still love it.
4. Trip - Hedley. I think I am in dire need of some concertage. I love this band. Serioulsy, I am going to marry them.
5. Paralyzer - Finger Eleven. The insignificant other is taking me to see them in May. I am so excited.
6. Raspberry Beret - Prince. I am really loving Prince right now, well anything 80's. I really think that I was born too late.
7. Stop! - Spice Girls. You can't be upset while listening to them. They remind me of when I was little and I always wanted to be Geri. I was serioulsy into them.

There are a few others that I'm not sure I'm willing to admit to right now, but my mom will probably rat me out so I am just going to quickly list the others that I love and are on my ipod.

• Backstreet Boys - Backstreet's Back
• Madonna - only the 80's stuff though.
• Technotronic -Pump Up the Jam
• Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend, Pieces of me, LaLa, L.O.V.E
• Jewel - Good day, You were meant for me
• Norah Jones - Come away with me
• Michelle Branch - Goodbye (to you), Breathe, everything she ever released
• Guns 'n' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle, Sweet Child of mine, Paradise City
• Bran Van 3000 - Drinking in LA
• Boxcar Racer - there is
• Petey Pablo - Freak a Leek
• Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys - Get Low, Snap Yo fingers
• Terror Squad - Lean Back
• Nelly - Grills, Nelly feat. Tim McGraw - Over and Over Again
• Mariah Carey - the Emancipation of Mimi album
• Ying Yang Twins - Shake it like a salt shaker
• Young Joc - It's Going Down

I'm going to stop now. I can't bare to tell you the rest. I think this is all rather embarassing enough.

You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude

I need to rant a little bit. It's about a girl that I work with and who used to date my boyfriend. If you can really call it dating. I was never bothered by her until she started asking me about my boyfriend, if we were dating and for how long. At first I thought she was just making friendly conversation but then she would snicker and make comments under her breathe to her posse of loser cashiers. She's always staring me down and watching me. She is a complete tool and does not know how to do her job. Whenever she has a problem at work, the girls in the office call me to help her because she is so stupid and useless that they don't want to deal with her. Well, guess what? Neither do I.
Today, she was asking me how much I make then telling me that she makes more money than me. I really want to tell her off or throw a drink in her face or bitch slap her. I want some daytime drama. I want to pull an Erica Kane or Babe Chandler. My insignificant other doesn't want me to because he says she's not worth it and that it doesn't matter because he is with me and not her. I understand his point but I really want to tell her where to go and how to get there but I have been refraining from this for a few reasons. These reasons are that I am trying to not let it bother me, to be mature and just let it go and even if I tell her off outside of work she's one of those who will bring it into the workplace. She will tell my manager or something stupid and I don't want to cause shit at work. I don't want to drag this into work. Good things are coming at work and I don't want to screw that up.
It looks like I hate her. It really does.

Hump de Bump

Since Youtube is being a pain in the ass, I will tell you about yesterday's post. It was the RHCP latest video. One of my favorite songs from the Stadium Arcadium. Hump de Bump, finally got a video but I don'te get it. I mean Anthony Kiedis is wearing Grills. What the hell is that all about? Seriously. Go to Youtube and see the Kiedis wearing Grills. Then tell me what you think. I know that when I said I wanted a pair of Grills people looked at me like I was insane. I seriously don't know what to make of this video. You can go to muchmusic. com and look under fresh vids or just search for it on craptastic Youtube and leave your comments.

Back to the Grind

First day back to school in three weeks equals three computer assignments, one unwritten midterm, one sales analysis project, one presentation(tomorrow) and me bored outta my mind. I've started my new assignments but I am already bored and don't knowwhere to go with them. Not fun. Not creative. I know that only boring people are bored so I guess this makes me a boring person. Also, I have two pending assignments to be handed in and can't locate one of the teachers to hand in hte assignment. No good can come of this. I am already tired and bored of the dungeon aka the computer lab with no windows and sucks the life out of me every monday with five hours of class non stop. I'll check in with all of you later but right now I have to get back to my creative assignments because who knows when I will get back to the computer lab.

I made my return to school today only to find out that all my classes were cancelled. I was not impressed. Seriously. I was all ready to get some schooling done when everything was cancelled. Normally I would be excited about such an event but seeing as how I have missed about seven days of school because I was sick I am not happy. I figured I would go talk to all my teachers to make sure I was completing my assignments correctly and to make sure that I understood the new projects that were assigned last week. To my surprise every single teacher was unavailable. Not one teacher was in their office. After all this wandering around I decided that I should go check out the computer lab and see if it was available so that I could get caught up on my Adobe Illustrator assignments. Guess what. The lab is booked until 5pm today. I just gave up and went home. Still behind on school work.

Stuff that I don't know what to do with.

10am -Due to my lovely throat infection I was unable to participate in the festivities known as "My Birthday Week" - it had to be put on hold and it sucked. I whined and complained about it a lot. To anyone who would listen or happened to be within a three metre radius of me. My Birthday Week has been postponed until this week. I am not satisfied. At all.
I have yet to get my passport to go to Texas and time is running out. I would be very surprised if this pans out at all now. I have missed an insane amount of school including today so that I could get my passport stuff organized, finish up an assignment that was due last week and reschedule a few appointments that had to be cancelled. To top it all off, I received an email from a member of a group project who is highly unimpressed with my recent absence. Well, when she finds out I was sick, she will not be so nasty and I think I might cough on her just to let her know what a pain in the ass this throat infection has been, because we all know how much enjoyment I've had from it. I'm actually better today, I just have to get some things sorted out before I can go back such as this pain in the ass project I have been avoiding all weekend.
My birthday wasn't all bad though. I did get some kick ass gifts.
My parents bought me these pants I wanted, a purse I begged for, and Season 1 of Friends. Then my mom is still taking me shopping. My insignificant other went to Build A Bear and made me the St. Patrick's Day bear which I really wanted.
4pmish - My trip to Texas has been cancelled. Part of me is relived and the other part of me is really disappointed because I really wanted to go. Maybe there will be something else, some other time. I am still working on this ridiculous project for Wendy's. I can't get it done. Everyone left the house so I could focus but I still manage to come up with any ideas to make Wendy's not a sucky fast food restaurant. I have to hand this in tomorrow. No more procrastinating. A doctor's note is not going to help me along any more. I have no ideas for Wendy's. I hate their food, their service is shit and I think I have had better burgers at McDonald's dare I say it.
Part of the reason I can't stay focused is that I have some stuff on my mind. Such as my meeting at 8am tomorrow morning. How am I going to get my stuff printed off in time? What am I going to wear? Okay, I know what I am going to wear I just have to go exchange the pants for a bigger size but that means getting up and going to the mall where I will be forced to deal with people. I really hate people. Maybe my insignificant other will come with me. Doubt it.
I am also really excited because Saturday is St. Patrick's Day and I will be legally allowed in to the bars. And I can wear my fav shirt.
I swear that I have ADD or ADHD. Swear it. Can't stay focused. I will never get anything accomplished. Ever. I'm going to dance and then go back to my project. Yes a dance break sounds like it might help me. I don't know how but I'm doing it.
ttyl

Guess what I got for my birthday

. . . The flu and a throat infection.
Thanks for the birthday wishes and I'll talk to you all later.

Go Shorty it's my Birthday

Happy Birthday to me!

When I was younger my mom would throw me the best birthday parties anyone could ever ask for. If I wanted a theme party, I had one. If I wanted one in a restaurant I had one. Any gift I ever asked for I received. I am one spoiled birthday girl and today there will be no exception.
My dad has agreed to make me chocolate chip pancakes for dinner, my insignificant other is coming over for dinner and I get presents. I have been pumping everyone for information on my presents and no one will freakin' budge. Only a few more hours I suppose.

Smokin' Mad

Yesterday morning as I was leaving for work. I noticed my usual route to the bus stop was blocked off by several police cars and some fire trucks. This small building known as BJ Tax Place was up in smoke. I was pissed. I had to back track a few blocks, walk past the crack infested coffee shop and make my way to the bus stop further down the street. By the time I arrived at work I wreaked of smoke and it was highly unattractive to smell like a fire pit.
I was in the break room, ranting and raving about how this fire has fucked up my day. My insignificant other was not pleased with me. He started telling me that I was being selfish because someone poor people just lost their business and their home that was attatched to the business.
I stated that I did not care. And do you want to know why I don't care. I don't care because there were prostitutes hanging out in the back of the house turning tricks, drug dealers coming and going at all hours. This was not a financial institution by any means. So I don't give a damn that it was on fire for hours yesterday. Now if only the crack infested coffee shop would blow up.
My usual route is still blocked off by police cars and crime scene tape and I am still pissed off.

Anyways, I changed the music on my blog to my birthday song. Now I know that 50 Cent's In Da Club is everbodys birthday song but it is actually mine because it was released the day of my 15th birthday. So it is my birthday song and nobody will tell me otherwise.

I <3 the color P!NK.

Last week I looked like this. My hair was super short and spiky. Very bedhead. I do bedhead well. Low maintenance and takes little to no time to make it look good. Being that I am lazy and like to lay around this seemed ideal. But as you all know I hated this style. It was way shorter than my usual layered bob and on numerous occassions it made me want to cry.

Today I look like this. If you can see, those would be hot pink and dark brown hair extensions. I love them. It is quite possibly the most money I have ever spent on anything but let me tell you it was so worth it. I feel ten times better. I knew if I was going to spend this much money on my hair, I was going to choose a color that I loved. I looked over the regular colors you know the browns, blacks and blondes. I debated the purples and the blues and finally chose pink. I think that I do pink quite well. And once I get a job/career/profession I won't be able to wear crazy colors in my hair, not without being fired anyways.

Plus today at work I was hit on not once, not twice but three times. That's because I'm super hawt. I'm not just hot, I'm HAWT! Well, this is what I have been told several times by the grocery clerks. And no I didn't include my boyfriend in that, but he always thinks I'm hot.

I love my new pink hair.