Yesterday Sean and I lunched at the Noodle Box. I ordered "Black Bean and Garlic Sauce with Tofu and Veggies" with a Mild+ in terms of spice. Sean ordered something with a spice level of "sucicide"..... When he finished eating (about half of what he was served) he looked like he'd just run a marathon. Completely drenched in sweat. Then he ate the rest when we got home. He's been bitching about an upset stomach ever since.
I only have to work 6 more days until my vacation. WOOT!!!!!!
WOOT!!
WOOT!!
Ok.
I need to go and look for a job and clean up my house.
Ciao.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Jobs
So my potential raise turned out to be complete and utter crap. Although my wage has been 'increased' it will really hardly make a difference. A more positive person would likely see it as "something is better than nothing." However, in my opinion I was royally screwed by my company. I was promised something, I did what I needed to do to recieve that something, and then they pulled it away from me and told me I'm getting promoted soon anyways, so I'm not getting it. It's a joke.
The whole company is starting to wear on me. I think the only reason that I've stayed as long as I have is because I like to help people and my manager is also a friend. Currently, that doesn't feel like enough to bother staying. So... I've applied for some new jobs, and will continue to do so for the next little while. In search of something that may pay me enough so that I might be able to have something slightly resembling a 'grown up' life. Like owning a car.... being able to buy things without having to worry about if some crisis comes up (ie. my cat gets sick and needs to go to the vet).
I've been feeling very bitter ever since I found out about the measley raise. I applied to work at the Clinique counter today ... maybe that will pan out, it seemed like the lady who took my resume was pretty stoked on me.
Frigging Jobs.
The whole company is starting to wear on me. I think the only reason that I've stayed as long as I have is because I like to help people and my manager is also a friend. Currently, that doesn't feel like enough to bother staying. So... I've applied for some new jobs, and will continue to do so for the next little while. In search of something that may pay me enough so that I might be able to have something slightly resembling a 'grown up' life. Like owning a car.... being able to buy things without having to worry about if some crisis comes up (ie. my cat gets sick and needs to go to the vet).
I've been feeling very bitter ever since I found out about the measley raise. I applied to work at the Clinique counter today ... maybe that will pan out, it seemed like the lady who took my resume was pretty stoked on me.
Frigging Jobs.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The sounds of silence.....
Well, silent except for the sounds of typing, Sean's disturbing humming, and the annoying computer hum sound.
For those who are curious, I am still alive. For a while there (2-3 weeks?) my computer was hooked up to my television along with my dope surround sound computer speakers so that I could watch the episodes of Veronica Mars with a friend. It was neccessary because my monitor sucks the big one, and in the really dark scenes (or even the not so dark scenes) it's nearly impossible to make out what's happening. This monitor crappiness has also put a damper on my ability to play Myst: Uru (which was rather dissapointing enough in itself).
I think I'm getting a raise.... which, in my opinion, is long over due. Hopefully it won't be as pitiful as my last raise. This time there's a good chance that it will be rather a decent increase.
Recently an very charming old lady called me "wretched." There is no synicism here, she really was most entertaining and a little deaf. Her son (who was probably about fifty) didn't really look like he knew what to make of her. She was quite certain that she didn't want any of those "ugly" shoes for walking. At one point she asked to see this high-heeled pump in off white, insisting to both her son and I, that despite being ninety-five and in a wheel chair, she could manage to walk, on her own, in a two inch heel. I said to her, "I'll go and see if I've got that one in her size." She turns to her son and says, "She won't have it, she's a wretched girl, she doesn't want to sell me anything. She hasn't brought me anything suitable in white." This is despite the fact that she was already buying a green pair and a black pair from me. She told me that she didn't want "ugly shoes, I'm already ugly enough I don't need ugly shoes as well." Apparently both she and her son appareciated my help (which is always, always nice to hear) and she promised she'd be back. I'm actually quite looking forward to it, because she made me laugh harder than I had in a long time.
For those who are curious, I am still alive. For a while there (2-3 weeks?) my computer was hooked up to my television along with my dope surround sound computer speakers so that I could watch the episodes of Veronica Mars with a friend. It was neccessary because my monitor sucks the big one, and in the really dark scenes (or even the not so dark scenes) it's nearly impossible to make out what's happening. This monitor crappiness has also put a damper on my ability to play Myst: Uru (which was rather dissapointing enough in itself).
I think I'm getting a raise.... which, in my opinion, is long over due. Hopefully it won't be as pitiful as my last raise. This time there's a good chance that it will be rather a decent increase.
Recently an very charming old lady called me "wretched." There is no synicism here, she really was most entertaining and a little deaf. Her son (who was probably about fifty) didn't really look like he knew what to make of her. She was quite certain that she didn't want any of those "ugly" shoes for walking. At one point she asked to see this high-heeled pump in off white, insisting to both her son and I, that despite being ninety-five and in a wheel chair, she could manage to walk, on her own, in a two inch heel. I said to her, "I'll go and see if I've got that one in her size." She turns to her son and says, "She won't have it, she's a wretched girl, she doesn't want to sell me anything. She hasn't brought me anything suitable in white." This is despite the fact that she was already buying a green pair and a black pair from me. She told me that she didn't want "ugly shoes, I'm already ugly enough I don't need ugly shoes as well." Apparently both she and her son appareciated my help (which is always, always nice to hear) and she promised she'd be back. I'm actually quite looking forward to it, because she made me laugh harder than I had in a long time.
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