Vitches of Ink-land!
No time to post. (Well, not true, I have tons o' time at CIBC, but the computer will crash if I stray too far from the company site.)
Work is both dull and taxing... in both meanings of the word. I had $120 taken off my last pay cheque to go into a pension plan I never set up, but Manpower deemed I needed. Stupid Manpower. Employ me and then take my moneys.
Still working 3 jobs, and haven't let the others know about all of them yet. CIBC knows about F.G. Bradley's, F.G. Bradley's knows about Starstruck, and Starstruck knows about CIBC. The 14 hour days are starting to take a toll, but am faced with the reality of not being able to pay for Europe, 2 more years of books and GO tickets, moving out eventually, and the increasing possibility of more schooling after that. Though, it doesn't look like I'll need to worry about a pension plan, Manpower's got that covered.
My cousin's have just arrived from France, and brought pretty gifts! Going to take Wednesday off to go to take Romain and Odette to the ROM and the AGO, with the possibility of one or two more days next week.
CIBC is dull dull dull. The complete overhaul and rebuilding of their intranet will be cool... once my boss has any idea of what she wants. Until then, I sit infront of a computer, make minor updates, and surf the company page and write down any dead links or spelling errors.
F.G. Bradleys is fun when the boss isn't around (and he'll sometimes just not show for his shift). So the assistant manager, who happens to be just around my age, lets us eat candy, ignore the customers, and play "Who wants to be a millionaire" on the cash register's computer.
Starstruck is disgusting. There are apparently roaches in the back room, and so I don't go there. It is a dangerous store to work in, as after my first shift, I bought something. If this continues, I'll be paid in merchandise. However, it was an excellent movie... the 1990 Dahl Classic, "the Witches".
Other than that, spending a little time with Dad on Father's Day, getting a bad hair cut, and sticking bandaids all over my feet... stupid heels give me blisters.
And now sleep.
Work is both dull and taxing... in both meanings of the word. I had $120 taken off my last pay cheque to go into a pension plan I never set up, but Manpower deemed I needed. Stupid Manpower. Employ me and then take my moneys.
Still working 3 jobs, and haven't let the others know about all of them yet. CIBC knows about F.G. Bradley's, F.G. Bradley's knows about Starstruck, and Starstruck knows about CIBC. The 14 hour days are starting to take a toll, but am faced with the reality of not being able to pay for Europe, 2 more years of books and GO tickets, moving out eventually, and the increasing possibility of more schooling after that. Though, it doesn't look like I'll need to worry about a pension plan, Manpower's got that covered.
My cousin's have just arrived from France, and brought pretty gifts! Going to take Wednesday off to go to take Romain and Odette to the ROM and the AGO, with the possibility of one or two more days next week.
CIBC is dull dull dull. The complete overhaul and rebuilding of their intranet will be cool... once my boss has any idea of what she wants. Until then, I sit infront of a computer, make minor updates, and surf the company page and write down any dead links or spelling errors.
F.G. Bradleys is fun when the boss isn't around (and he'll sometimes just not show for his shift). So the assistant manager, who happens to be just around my age, lets us eat candy, ignore the customers, and play "Who wants to be a millionaire" on the cash register's computer.
Starstruck is disgusting. There are apparently roaches in the back room, and so I don't go there. It is a dangerous store to work in, as after my first shift, I bought something. If this continues, I'll be paid in merchandise. However, it was an excellent movie... the 1990 Dahl Classic, "the Witches".
Other than that, spending a little time with Dad on Father's Day, getting a bad hair cut, and sticking bandaids all over my feet... stupid heels give me blisters.
And now sleep.