w.o.r.d.s.
Wednesday, January 31, 7:59 p.m.
Holy crap I'm almost at 300 posts.
So I got the news at work that we will no longer be the hub store for all the Staples around us.
Instead what they're doing in making a super hub store in Burnaby.
I have three options.
1) Go to days, keep my full time status. If they cannot give me full time then I get compinsation.
2) Go work in Burnaby...not going to happen.
3) Get laid off, collect workers comp for awhile and go to school. Apperantly with this there's an option to get your school paid for.
I guess what I'm going to do is look into the being laid off and going to school bit.
And if that's no good I'll just go to days, go to school anyways.
Terri will probably go to days but she's really worried about that, she's very very antisocial. Worse than me.
Jean will also go to days but she's not happy about this either. She's taking a pay cut and will be doing a job with more respensibility and more bullshit.
Alison will be going to the super hub (the mothership of all hubs hahaha) and that sucks because I like her.
That is all.
Sunday, January 28, 8:02 p.m.
Our 3 month.
We had our first fight.
It didn't last long, and something good came from it...some sort of better understanding.
But still, we had our first real fight.
How cute.
Saturday, January 27, 2:13 a.m.
So like, I went to the Vancouver Motorcycle Show tonight.
It was pretty radical.
There was a hot pink Harley that made me scream with joy.
OH JOY!
And I found out Buckcherry is going to be in Vancouver on Feb. 13.
Talk about orgasms.
Friday, January 26, 9:28 a.m.
I had the night from hell.
Work can be evil.
Pure. Evil.
Wednesday, January 24, 9:26 a.m.
I was forced to pry more of my hard earned cash out of the hands of that thieving bastard corporation I call my phone company.
FUCK YOU ROGERS!
Fuck you.
Tuesday, January 23, 8:51 a.m.
I should really update...
Later...
When Jean is back and my brain is doing something other than replaying the millions of photocopies I had to make.
Friday, January 19, 9:39 a.m.
Terri needs to
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Thursday, January 18, 8:58 a.m.
I'm 19 today.
Tuesday, January 16, 8:32 a.m.
2 songs.
By Roisin Murphy
1. If We're In Love
2. Ramalama (Bang Bang)
I had a strange conversation yesterday morning.
An ex of mine.
From Saskatoon.
Apologized.
For how he treated me.
Told me he only realized what he had after I was gone.
Told me he was sorry he was so stupid.
It didn't change anything.
I'm past being angry about it.
Bitter about it.
But it was nice to hear anyways.
Even though it didn't make any of the things he said any less true, and therefor any less hurtful.
Still...I'm past that.
Monday, January 15, 10:28 a.m.
So yesterday I got to spend some time with Sunee. It was nice, I haven't been able to in awhile because he started up classes again and I had visits from the parental units. Both of which he met. Poor boy.
I have the house to myself for quite some time while my sissy poo and her boyfriend are in Toronto. And it's been cleaned like there's no tomorrow. It's so glorious, and looks so much bigger now that you can see the floor.
I'm almost done Volume Three in the Otherland series. These books are fairly addictive and I really don't know what I'll do with myself once I'm finished the fourth and final one. Sigh.
Oh and Paula, once you get out here we HAVE to go for coffee at Ethical Addictions, and eat a bowel of their thai curry chicken soup.
DELICIOUS.
Thursday, January 11, 9:12 p.m.
My blog updates have been few and far between these days.
I haven't been feeling up to writing too much, I've been way too tired.
But I guess I should update.
My dad and his woman came for a visit a little bit ago, it was nice to see him. SHE can burn in hell though.
We went into Vancouver and did some fun stuff, I love Vancouver. I wish I lived in the city.
I spent way too much money and went to work with like 2 hours of sleep.
But that's ok.
It snowed again so last night I had no work. I caught up on sleep and vegged out watching old movies and drinking hot chocolate.
I have the apartment to myself because my sister and her boyfriend are in Toronto for like...the rest of the month.
In 7 days it's my birthday.
And I really couldn't care less.
Friday, January 5, 9:37 a.m.
Holiday candy.
90% off.
I bought so much...like...ridiculous amounts.
RIDICULOUS
I shall have to take a picture.
But it only ended up costing me $6.00
Staples you are my heaven.
You are my hell.
Wednesday, January 3, 8:57 p.m.
So as of June my Staples will no longer be the hub store for all the other Staples.
That means no more nightcrew.
That means I will be put back on days, perhaps with a pay cut and perhaps with hours cut.
If those things happen, I will probably quit. Depending on what the expense situation is.
It's not that bad of a thing though, timing wise. That was around when I would've been leaving nights anyways because I do have to start thinking about school seriously.
I've been promised a lot of shit from my manager as to where I'm going to go and how he's not going to let anything happen that I wont like.
Unfortunately when it comes down to it, he's useless and it wont even be his call at that point in time anyways.
He'll be gone.
So will Alison, and so will Terri.
These are all people that I have come to know fairly well.
And it's pretty sad.
Jean may also leave if she doesn't get a sweet enough deal.
I think everyone is kind of tired of being jerked around.
I know I am.
Oh and...I'm not supposed to know about this.
Too bad everyone told me.
Tuesday, January 2, 10:03 a.m.
Once upon a time I was extremely unhappy. I hated the person I was, my past and my present filled me with shame.
I spent my days and my nights doing my very best to destroy myself.
And the one day I decided to quit.
As I said to my dearest Kyle, drugs just aren't as much fun once your friends start to die.
So I decided to change my life.
And I did.
I gave up everything I ever knew and quite literally moved on.
...
Here I am roughly 2 years later.
And I don't feel I have grown any.
While I no longer hate the person that I was, I still don't know who I am or what I want to be.
It has made me tired. I don't want to bother with friends and going out and having fun.
I just want to sleep.
At the end of the day I miss my old friends, I miss not caring what happened to myself or to anyone.
I don't know where to start and I don't know where to go.
And I constantly wonder if I actually did myself any good.
Monday, January 1, 9:33 p.m.
Blah blah blah New Years blah blah.
Happy happy happy.
I work tonight.