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When I'm god everyone at CTV dies!!!!
Well, more specifically CTV Specialty, even more specifically, Discovery Canada. You guys are getting my Tuesday morning bitch-fest early this week. If you're not in the mood to read a bitch-fest then don't fucking read this. I'm not bothering with an lj-cut so just deal and don't read. At least I warned you.
So, can a huge television company be anymore fucking disorganized?? I only work Tuesday mornings. That's it. And for some stupid fucking reason, they don't always put me on the schedule. They used to have my name up no matter what and I either had shifts or I didn't. Normal. Well for this week and two weeks ago, I wasn't on the schedule at all. My name wasn't on the fucking piece of paper period. Two weeks ago though, I was actually scheduled in. I only happened to find out because I have a friend that works full time there and he checked the work order for me. This time he said he'd do it again, but I guess he got busy because he's off in 15 minutes and I still haven't heard from him. So, I bit the bullet and emailed the scheduling lady, which made me look like a complete idiot because it looked like I just couldn't find my name on the schedule and I left it to the last minute, which isn't the case at all. So I get an email back and what does she tell me? I wasn't on the schedule because Discovery (who I technically work for) hadn't bothered to book anytime. This is a lot more common than it should be, them not saying what they need until the last fucking minute so I don't work tomorrow.
This is bad for a number of reasons. 1. I will not have worked for two weeks. 2. I already can't pay my fucking bills and 1 shift = a fair bit of cash. 3. I really wanted to be out of my apartment tomorrow because the supers are having all the faucets and the toilets replaced and they're probably get to us tomorrow. I hate being around while that shit goes on. I feel invaded. It just has to be that tomorrow is the first tuesday that I don't work in over a month. Motherfuckers.
Okay, enough bitching. Before that email I was in a good mood, so here's what else I did today.
BITCHING IS DONE NOW, AMUSEMENT TO COME!
Went out to brunch with my sister at the Mandarin. They had 'to die for' sushi! mmmmm I wish I had some right now. So yeah, when my sister and I got to the restaurant, they don't open for another hour, so we start looking for stuff around to kill time. We spot this little bible store, the ones that sell Christian paraphanalia. Neither of us are all that christian, and those stores sell some pretty ridiculous stuff, so we decide to go in for a laugh. They actually had a t-shirt that was one of those spoofs on some name brand products. This one was a picture of an old school pepsi bottle cap, but it said Jesus Christ, instead of Pepsi Cola and said something like forever refreshing at the top. Too funny! So, we start thinking that there could be some stuff there that my dad would like, not the hokey stuff like the shirt, but they had books and stuff and my dad's big into Catholicism. Thankfully he also has a really good sense of humour, so we decided to buy him a Got Jesus? bumper sticker and mail it to him. I can't wait until he gets it! LOL! We signed the back of the envelope "From your good christian daughters". Oh, I just had a funny thought. I think my sister screwed up the postal code, wouldn't it be funny if the wrong person opened it? hahahaha!
Then, this afternoon I had one of my most morbid thoughts ever. I had my winamp on random when Fly Robin Fly by the Silver Connection comes on. This makes me laugh because it always makes me think of my old roommate who claimed that it was his theme song and would strut around to it. I miss him, he was fun. Anyhoo. I got this really weird thought out of nowhere that that song simply has to be played at his funeral. I laughed my ass off for like 10 minutes picturing all his friends listening to Disco at his funeral. I can't decide if they would be dancing or crying though. Both maybe?
Well, I think that about covers it for me today so far. Gotta go finish the incredibly weird CSI threesome I'm reading. 10 points to anyone who can who the three characters are! (You're definitely out this time Viva, though you don't typically read this anyways, so I think I'm safe.
Well, more specifically CTV Specialty, even more specifically, Discovery Canada. You guys are getting my Tuesday morning bitch-fest early this week. If you're not in the mood to read a bitch-fest then don't fucking read this. I'm not bothering with an lj-cut so just deal and don't read. At least I warned you.
So, can a huge television company be anymore fucking disorganized?? I only work Tuesday mornings. That's it. And for some stupid fucking reason, they don't always put me on the schedule. They used to have my name up no matter what and I either had shifts or I didn't. Normal. Well for this week and two weeks ago, I wasn't on the schedule at all. My name wasn't on the fucking piece of paper period. Two weeks ago though, I was actually scheduled in. I only happened to find out because I have a friend that works full time there and he checked the work order for me. This time he said he'd do it again, but I guess he got busy because he's off in 15 minutes and I still haven't heard from him. So, I bit the bullet and emailed the scheduling lady, which made me look like a complete idiot because it looked like I just couldn't find my name on the schedule and I left it to the last minute, which isn't the case at all. So I get an email back and what does she tell me? I wasn't on the schedule because Discovery (who I technically work for) hadn't bothered to book anytime. This is a lot more common than it should be, them not saying what they need until the last fucking minute so I don't work tomorrow.
This is bad for a number of reasons. 1. I will not have worked for two weeks. 2. I already can't pay my fucking bills and 1 shift = a fair bit of cash. 3. I really wanted to be out of my apartment tomorrow because the supers are having all the faucets and the toilets replaced and they're probably get to us tomorrow. I hate being around while that shit goes on. I feel invaded. It just has to be that tomorrow is the first tuesday that I don't work in over a month. Motherfuckers.
Okay, enough bitching. Before that email I was in a good mood, so here's what else I did today.
BITCHING IS DONE NOW, AMUSEMENT TO COME!
Went out to brunch with my sister at the Mandarin. They had 'to die for' sushi! mmmmm I wish I had some right now. So yeah, when my sister and I got to the restaurant, they don't open for another hour, so we start looking for stuff around to kill time. We spot this little bible store, the ones that sell Christian paraphanalia. Neither of us are all that christian, and those stores sell some pretty ridiculous stuff, so we decide to go in for a laugh. They actually had a t-shirt that was one of those spoofs on some name brand products. This one was a picture of an old school pepsi bottle cap, but it said Jesus Christ, instead of Pepsi Cola and said something like forever refreshing at the top. Too funny! So, we start thinking that there could be some stuff there that my dad would like, not the hokey stuff like the shirt, but they had books and stuff and my dad's big into Catholicism. Thankfully he also has a really good sense of humour, so we decided to buy him a Got Jesus? bumper sticker and mail it to him. I can't wait until he gets it! LOL! We signed the back of the envelope "From your good christian daughters". Oh, I just had a funny thought. I think my sister screwed up the postal code, wouldn't it be funny if the wrong person opened it? hahahaha!
Then, this afternoon I had one of my most morbid thoughts ever. I had my winamp on random when Fly Robin Fly by the Silver Connection comes on. This makes me laugh because it always makes me think of my old roommate who claimed that it was his theme song and would strut around to it. I miss him, he was fun. Anyhoo. I got this really weird thought out of nowhere that that song simply has to be played at his funeral. I laughed my ass off for like 10 minutes picturing all his friends listening to Disco at his funeral. I can't decide if they would be dancing or crying though. Both maybe?
Well, I think that about covers it for me today so far. Gotta go finish the incredibly weird CSI threesome I'm reading. 10 points to anyone who can who the three characters are! (You're definitely out this time Viva, though you don't typically read this anyways, so I think I'm safe.