Life needs change.

CHANGE #12252006

It was a day full of... laundry! Until the cursedmas bears some significance to me, I will continue to treat it like any other day and bewilder over why some people love it so much. ( No offense to religious folk, I already know there are a million lightening bolts with my name on them... maybe that's why I'm so staticky all the time!) Don't get me wrong, I used to love it as a kid, but at the same time it was always kind of weird to me because I didn't have to go to church and I couldn't understand why all these songs had to do with Jesus and God. Hahahaha. What a stupid kid I was. And then of course I had to start working in retail... hahahahahahahahahaha! What a joke. I really think my blood pressure rises whenever I heard cursedmas music. This is my first year that I'm not working in retail... the season STILL makes me cringe. Cursedmas cards... stupid waste of paper and time. Why bother? People just write their names in them... a few years from now are you REALLY going to look back and say, "Yeah, ____ sent me a nice card." Probably not, because there's nothing personal in it. Just your name, their name and that's about it. Unless you write something substantial in it, what's the point in writing somebody a card? It's a depressing season because it's cold anyway.

Anyhow, so I went into the clinic to help with auditing/accounting stuff because the other chiro crossed her 'eyes' and dotted her 't's rather than the other way around. Needless to say we had to figure out her 'accounting' that she had for all these crazy payment plans. Not amusing at all. What a headache. So I have LOADS of knowledge for people that want to buy out another person's, the questions one should ask and the stipulations one should require and the contract one should draw up. I guess it also helps that I now work at a law firm and I can get free legal counsel when I need.

Now's the time for me to ask a lot of questions that might become relevant to whatever career path I choose. I HIGHLY doubt I'll put myself through law school because I don't have the $, discipline or the energy to go through with it. It's too much. My crappy MA marks didn't do much to boost my academic confidence either. Doesn't mean I ever want to stop learning. Who knows, maybe I'll surprise myself.

HOLY JEEBUS!!!!! James Brown is gone! Kinda sad because I was just talking to KB yesterday about how after a certain age, entertainers all have concerts at Casinorama and the like. He was supposed to perform sometime next week around Gnu Years. So sad.

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CHANGE #20061217

I’m corporate now. Do I like it? There’s definitely perks. I have my own phone #, my e-mail was set up 2 days before I started working there, I have a nameplate and it isn’t too difficult so far. The pay is MUCH more than I’ve ever made in my life, but the salary cap for that position isn’t that high. I’ve been told that the chick whose mat leave I’m covering probably won’t come back, but I’m not going to slack. I still work at the clinic on the days it’s open late and because I still care. The girl before me was a dolt who burnt her bridges. She had the audacity to sit there and text message and send copious e-mails to her friends and did sloppy work. This is a girl who wanted to go to law school on a scholarship, but didn’t get in. However, she was working at a law firm where she could’ve TRIED to make a good impression or something. Never mind about asking for a reference. So they didn’t have high expectations of me when I started. It’s pretty straightforward for the most part so far, and I don’t foresee any really big issues. I don’t know what to do for an hour lunch because the other place has trained me to scrounge/eat within a ½ hour. I’d just eat on the job at the clinic. The people in the financial district seem miserable, too busy to enjoy things and have waaaaaay too much money that they don’t know what to do with it. I just walk around sometimes because I’m sitting down a lot on the job… of course. I don’t know how long the novelty of playing adult and dressing up is going to last. Fridays are casual days thank goodness, and now that I get off at 4:30 I feel… lost. I don’t have to rush to another job most days and I have to deal with rush hour subway rides. What’s up with that?!

Went out for a drink Thursday night with my clinic people because 2 of them left for Newfoundland yesterday. SO MUCH FUN! It was good to see them out of the clinic context, but it’s kind of a shame that we didn’t think to do this before either. I baked them the banana loaf I made before (BECAUSE I CAN AND I HAVE TIME WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK!) for the road and to go with their coffee. I totally wanted to get them bobbleheads because they’re driving over to NFLD, but I didn’t know where to look. They’re building their houses and clinic over in Newfoundland. Anyhow, despite the age/cultural/ differences it was great! Stupid me forgot that when the alcohol in my system wears off I WAKE UP! And it’s more effective than caffeine. So as soon as I got home I ‘woke up’ until 2am. Jeezy peezy! Why do I always do this to myself? Hahahaha… I’m glad I don’t drink a lot.

I know I’m still fresh outta retail and all… but I still hate cursedmas. I still cringe when I hear cursedmas music and I swear it makes my blood pressure rise. There’s just something about this season that still makes me want to go ballistic. Maybe because it’s also a winter holiday and I don’t do winter.

i have pennies in my shoes!

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CHANGE #20061210

Who woulda thunk that the other name for freakin' hazelnuts is filberts?! No really? I was standing in the aisle in the grocery store thinking, 'Why the heck do they have EVERYTHING else but naffing hazelnuts? Let's see, peanuts, walnuts, pecans... filberts… right. Let's look again… why the fekk do they have everything and these stupid… fil… oh.'

So I baked this really yummy cinnamon banana loaf today. It needs more cinnamon and I have to play with the temperature in my oven yet again. So it took about a ½ hour longer to bake. Oh well, still turned out well. It required hazelnut meal… well I just used 'flaked filberts.' What a funny word… like giblets. Maybe it has to do with the letters 'L', 'I', 'B', 'E', and 'T' combined in some way.

My buying 2 gnu pairs of shoes, is perfectly justified now because I HAVE ANOTHER JOB! One was ½ price and the other one was less than ½. Hmmph! I don't call myself Bargain Queen Extraordinaire for nothing. I took the chance and quit that Rotten place… thanks for the congrats Stephie. You need to do the same. I will be working at a law firm in the banking district as a library assistant. Hooray, it assuages the nerd in me. It's only a 7-month contract and because I'm finishing up someone's mat leave, but it's at least $900 more a month than I'm making right now. So I'm not complaining. And I'm still going to work for the clinic on by finishing up weekly stuff and cleaning the office on Sundays. I'll drop in the 2 times the office is open late. I'm a workaholic at heart and I need to stay busy else… I'll get bored. And it doesn't hurt to make a little extra coin.

It appears that after weeks of stealing wireless from someone… I've lost my source. It used to be SO good, SO reliable. But now I get this piddly signal from another source that keeps drifting between very low and no signal. VERY frustrating. Where oh where did my source go? I just want to finish this damned article in the New York Times about (now the late) Pinochet. Lemme read it!

There are certain things I've noticed about my neighbourhood. Sadly, I notice dog shit smeared on the sidewalk everyday. THIS CITY'S GONE TO SHITS! Hyuk hyuk hyuk. People in this area are SPOILED by the TTC. The bus came at an average Scarborough time for me so I wasn't too annoyed, but EVERYONE on the bus was YELLING at the bus driver. Dudes you gain NOTHING by yelling at a bus driver. There is nothing a bus driver can or WILL do for you ingrates and if you don't want to wait you have SO many other options. The 512 isn't the ONLY bus running in this area so shut up and stop complaining. Besides, I'd HATE to be a bus driver on the St. Clair route right now because traffic is so crazy every day. WALK people. It wouldn't kill you to get up off your lazy asses. You're not the only person affected by all this crazy construction.

I have an ottoman with storage space! SO exciting! It's that faux suede material that's SO soft because I didn't want to get a leather one that my ass would stick to in the summer. It kinda smells tea tree oil/eucalyptus-ish. At least it's not too chemically, but it's still quite pungent.

Did some registration work yesterday. I registered a person in the media for an oil painting class yesterday. I didn't make the connection until a few custies later though. And then I spent a few hours in the mall I hate the most. Only because there's people I know working at Sears and I went on break with one of 'em. But walking by the Food Court all I could think was, 'I hate this mall, I hate this mall… I HATE THIS MALL!' But I picked up stuff that I needed for my place so I guess it's ok.

Ok linksys… just stay long enough so I can post this entry. Work with me here please…

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CHANGE #20061201

Well, I did it. I’m no longer going to suffer at the hands of the place I love to hate. I don’t need the money that I don’t make, I will no longer be dead tired after working there – not just physically exhausted, but mentally, I will no longer scowl whenever the store owners walk in, I will no longer have to put up with the lies and bullshit of the incompetent one. I don’t have to deal with the consistent scheduling fuckups, my co-workers’ complacency, laziness or selfishness. ½ hour breaks for a full day’s work, no more being taken advantage of because I’m more capable than the next person. I don’t have to wear t-shirts that I’m embarrassed of, or listen to princesses complain about their headaches or other bullshit, I don’t have to stay behind because of somebody else’s fuckup. I am free and what a fabulous change it is. I actually smiled going into work knowing that today was my last Friday shift. Things might get a little tight financially, but emotionally I’ll be MUCH healthier and happier. Besides, I’m never stupid with my money.

This house is so creaky and shaky. Whenever a truck goes by it shakes, if the wind blows really hard the cupboard doors rattle. We still occasionally get Lake Ontario whenever someone takes a shower. But I think it has something to do with the water leaking out if the shower curtain isn’t pulled as far and the showerhead is aimed closer to the edge and NOT because the floor is crooked as my landlord would like to have us believe. It’s still too early to decide if I want to stay here for longer than a year. The bathroom door won’t close unless you slam it shut. Which must be SO annoying for the tenant downstairs who has to hear us try to close the door quietly several times before giving up and giving it a mighty push. The tiling in the kitchen REALLY needs to be repaired and I still want a chain or deadbolt on the door to our apartment.

It’s cold today.

 

 

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