... I do not like the change in my userinfo. It is strange and unwelcome, livejournal. Speaking of strange and unwelcome, I logged onto Facebook this morning to find that it had broken Tyler and I up; we were both no longer listed as 'in a relationship', which was... very weird. I didn't know it could random alter your information, unless someone got into mine or Tyler's profile, but that seems unlikely, given... why alter our relationship status, of all things? Very odd, that.
I am tired. I have been working much and sleeping not enough. Tomorrow, however, is my last day at Tim Horton's. I'm going to miss aspects of it, of course--mainly the people I work with. I have some excellent co-workers. But I am very happy for the change I will be experiencing, and I like the atmosphere of Chevron... I feel like Wally really goes out of his way to make sure that his employees are happy and that they know what they're doing and what's expected of them. I think that's important, you know? If you're working for someone, you shouldn't have to guess and suppose your limitations and permissables.
We'll see, of course. Give me a few weeks and I could be in complete hate with this job and regretting ever taking it. I have my doubts, but you never know with my brain. It's a weird and unpredictable thing, and it likes to make shit up as it goes along.
My cellphone started working again! HOORAY! Now I don't have to buy a new one that I really REALLY can't afford!
I handed in my resignation and it went quite well. Kristy completely understood about my knees and didn't make a fuss, just changed the schedule so that after this weeked I work until the 7th and that's it, I am a done duck. I start full-time at Chevron (which is a gas station for those who don't know) on the 11th, the Tuesday, so I get some of the long weekend with Tyler and some time to enjoy mine and Robyn's new apartment. I'm starting some basic training at Chevron tomorrow so that once I go into fulltime I'm familiar with the til and etc. :) Plus it's a little extra money for the two weeks I'm still at Tim's, which is a nice bonus for any number of reasons.
I've got a good portion of the kitchen packed up. I left the basics for Robyn and I to use in the meantime, but packed up most all of the dishes, glasses and mugs. I've also got our movies and CDs packed up. Robyn's mom and grandmother are coming over to help her tomorrow and Wednesday (her days off), so we should be pretty well set to go, 100%, by Friday. Here's hoping. Moving is such a stupid headache of a thing.
I hate apartment hunting, seriously. Every place I call, I get an answering machine, and 3/4 of the listings I'm combing through don't allow pets. Not even small pets with a deposit. I am getting very, very frustrated. It should not be this hard to find a two-bedroom place in Kelowna that allows small animals, availabe for November 1st. And if people could either call me back or BE AT HOME WHEN I CALL that would be AWESOME and a very nice change of pace.
Also, I hate having my days off in the middle of the week. This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm sure that Kristy could've arranged this better, so that I could have at least had Wednesday and Thursday instead of Tuesday and Wednesday. What on God's green Earth can I do with myself on Tuesday and Wednesday? I went to OC today and paid my application processing fee, zomg, and then mailed off my transcript request for Ryerson (equally exciting, as you can well imagine). I ate A&W, went to the bank, VOTED (did the rest of legal Canada, I wonder?), bought some chips, and then came home. That was at 4. Since then I have been sitting here amongst the newspaper that's strewn everywhere, with the computer open, alternating between househunting and reading Vanity Fair. And you know why? Because all of my friends are either working or going to school on the weekdays. I am spending the evening with my cats, and Uncle Bob, who is happy with me today because I gave him some macaroni and some toast with apricot jam on it.
It is crap. BUT. Tomorrow I have a job interview! It is my call-back interview for this place; it may or may not be my escape from Tim Horton's to an equally if not more challenging job that pays just as much (if not more), sees me working mornings and early afternoons, and offers me better benefits. I am crossing my fingers and fairly determined to impress their bums right off, because I am in dire need of a positive change. We'll see tomorrow, I suppose.
With any luck Tyler will call soon and save me from myself and this relocating mess; It's just going to be such an overwhelming pain in the ass from start to finish, once we find a place, put down a damage deposit, pay the first month's rent, pack up all of our shit, and go. I need to master telekenisis so I can just transport things with my mind. Curse my lack of genetic evolution.
Where is the time going, seriously? In two weeks I'll have been in Kelowna for THREE MONTHS. It feels like madness. Because it IS madness. The passing of time is a weird phenomenon. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, but no matter what speed it goes at you wake up one morning and realize that you've been alive for these many years and these many months and these many days... and if you're like me you struggle to figure out just WHAT the HELL you're doing with your life.
Which at the moment appears to be:
- Working at Tim Horton's full-time - Sleeping - Eating - Getting paid and dividing up said money practically (rent, bills, bus fare, food, etc) - Going out occasionally, doing things - Reading books - Writing - Anticipating summer - Cooking (when there's food) - Wasting hours online - Procrastinating cleaning
... And that sums it up fairly well. I feel like somewhere in among it all I should be doing something monumental. But such a situation has yet to materialize.
I don't like AdSpace. My stupid paid account expired and there are little digital people stalking me wherever I am. And I'm down to 15 icons. LAMEPANTS.
My thumb is throbbing like a mofo. And it looks GROSS. I took the banadage off today, as instructed, and it's all while and bloody and like. Pulsing. Isn't that a sweet image? Throw in the stitches a some purple discolouration, and my Hot or Not rating is like, through the roof. (If we were standing on the roof.)
I fell asleep on the bus today. I woke up downtown and was all WTF and ended up late for work, go me, as I had to take the other 10 in the opposite direction and then like, sprint across the highway. Getting hit by a car, now THAT would've been a real cap on the last week. Ha.
I am just in complete and utter shock. Heath Ledger? Half of my f-list is basically a tribute to the poor guy. His poor little girl.
I have so much to talk about regarding the last few days, but I have just been knocked on my ass by this. I will watch The Dark Knight with a lot more relish, I'll tell you that.
1. Go to this site. 2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark. 3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions. 4. Post the top ten results
1. Director of Photography 2. Animator 3. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator 4. Illustrator 5. Artist 6. Special Effects Technician 7. Writer 8. Political Aide 9. Set Designer 10. Costume Designer
