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It has been a very long time since I've written anything on here! I have decided to take a creative writing course in the evenings and obviously it's good if I start actually writing again. So here we are.
I have lived in Kelowna for the past two years.. most of the time it has been good although occasionally I do get bored with the same old scene but I guess that's how it is no matter where you end up in life. I work as a Driver Examiner now, which is good but sometimes it can get boring too but again I guess that's like any job out there, it can get old. I wouldn't say I love my job, but the pay isn't bad and the people that I work with make the day to day grind worthwhile well most of the people anyhow. My boss is a little eccentric at best, she's usually wearing some sort of blanket or lululemons instead of what a boss should actually be wearing. I'm almost embarrassed half the time when I'm dealing with someone and they ask to see the manager and out comes flaky ex-hippie that's stuck in some sort of time warp. She gets paid really well and yet you'd think that she would spend some money on some decent clothes. I've almost considered taking a picture of her and sending it into what not to wear just to see if she'd get picked which I'm pretty sure that she would. Her voice even drives me nuts sometimes, every time I hear it it's like nails on a chalkboard. It literally makes me walk the other way when I hear her talking. Now I sound like some mean spirited person I guess but if you met her and spend about ten minutes with her you would see too that she's an idiot. I honestly think she did some major drugs back in the woodstock days. Or maybe she still does them who knows.
She does have a kind heart and she'll do anything for you and stand by you and all that sort of shit, but when you come to work literally wearing something that I swear my grandma put on her coffee table at some point I'm not really going to listen to what you have to say. And the funny part about all of this is that at one point the employees had to do a survey about their manager and most of the comments were about her attire and she didn't change a thing. Oh there will be the odd day where she doesn't look half bad but those are usually the days when the regional manager comes in. Maybe one day she'll get the idea. Who knows.
On a completely different note I also signed up for some guitar lessons and now have to figure out how to string back my guitar which should be interesting never had to do it before and my old roommate was supposed to buy the strings and put it back together considering he's the one that broke it in the first place but alas he didn't do this along with a bunch of other things... like taking out the trash (he would put it on the balcony) or taking all of his shit out of the place (there's still pots and a steamer and some other crap) like fixing the toilet seat that he broke in a sexual endeavor... ps. why on earth would you decide to have sex on a toilet seat!? just think of all that bacteria! ew. He also didn't even bother to clean his room or bathroom when he left, so I had to do that considering I was moving into his room once he left. That was fun....... ya right. No matter I kept his portion of the damage deposit.
He also only paid me 80 bucks for groceries and we lived together for about four months. He also didn't work for the better part of those four months and I'm assuming that he talked to his mom to give him money in order to cover rent. As long as he paid his portion I didn't really care. The good parts I guess aren't that much now that I'm thinking about it... we didn't see each other too often because when he did work he worked nights and I work during the day so that part of the deal was good. Didn't really have to see him if I didn't want to. The really bad part about us living together is that he's kind of sort of best friends with my 'ex' and by 'ex' I mean more the sleep together and that's it kind of 'ex'. Although him and I did live together for a year but that was more when I first moved here I moved in with my cousin and his friend. His friend later becoming my 'ex'.
Now this 'ex' of mine well he can be quite the little gem. When we lived together it used to be you don't do this and you don't do that and point your finger here and yell a little there. I remember that he used to complain that no one ever mowed the lawn that he was the only one wah wah wah so one day (when I was a little pissed off) I decided that I was going to mow the lawn. So I marched outside got the lawnmower started it up and got to work. Well when I was done I couldn't quite figure out how to shut the thing off! So I went inside and politely asked if he would help me shut off the lawnmower. He's like well you were the one that started it so you figure it out. And I'm like you have got to be freaking kidding me! So back outside I go fiddling around with it until he finally marches outside and shuts it off. The reason why he was mad was because apparently I mowed the lawn of spite for him. So not true. The truth of the matter is when I get upset or pissed off I tend to clean or do something physical and that was the only option at the time to get out of the house. Plus he always complained that he did it all the time, I was just tryyying to be helpful! Apparently not.
When I first moved into the house I never once pictured him in 'that way' and then one night everything kind of changed. I guess prior to me getting there my cousin had informed all his buddies that they weren't allowed to hit on me. Anyways so one night the three of us were in the kitchen drinking and my cousin was going to bed and I was like ya I should probably go to bed too. Well the 'ex' was like oh come on have another drink... I was hmming and ahhing until he said well if you do stay up I'll kiss you! and I'm like what?! I didn't even think that he thought of me like that at all! so I stay up and have a drink curious to see whether he goes through with this deal or not and sure enough he does and that's how the whole thing started.....
more to come on that at a later date.
I have lived in Kelowna for the past two years.. most of the time it has been good although occasionally I do get bored with the same old scene but I guess that's how it is no matter where you end up in life. I work as a Driver Examiner now, which is good but sometimes it can get boring too but again I guess that's like any job out there, it can get old. I wouldn't say I love my job, but the pay isn't bad and the people that I work with make the day to day grind worthwhile well most of the people anyhow. My boss is a little eccentric at best, she's usually wearing some sort of blanket or lululemons instead of what a boss should actually be wearing. I'm almost embarrassed half the time when I'm dealing with someone and they ask to see the manager and out comes flaky ex-hippie that's stuck in some sort of time warp. She gets paid really well and yet you'd think that she would spend some money on some decent clothes. I've almost considered taking a picture of her and sending it into what not to wear just to see if she'd get picked which I'm pretty sure that she would. Her voice even drives me nuts sometimes, every time I hear it it's like nails on a chalkboard. It literally makes me walk the other way when I hear her talking. Now I sound like some mean spirited person I guess but if you met her and spend about ten minutes with her you would see too that she's an idiot. I honestly think she did some major drugs back in the woodstock days. Or maybe she still does them who knows.
She does have a kind heart and she'll do anything for you and stand by you and all that sort of shit, but when you come to work literally wearing something that I swear my grandma put on her coffee table at some point I'm not really going to listen to what you have to say. And the funny part about all of this is that at one point the employees had to do a survey about their manager and most of the comments were about her attire and she didn't change a thing. Oh there will be the odd day where she doesn't look half bad but those are usually the days when the regional manager comes in. Maybe one day she'll get the idea. Who knows.
On a completely different note I also signed up for some guitar lessons and now have to figure out how to string back my guitar which should be interesting never had to do it before and my old roommate was supposed to buy the strings and put it back together considering he's the one that broke it in the first place but alas he didn't do this along with a bunch of other things... like taking out the trash (he would put it on the balcony) or taking all of his shit out of the place (there's still pots and a steamer and some other crap) like fixing the toilet seat that he broke in a sexual endeavor... ps. why on earth would you decide to have sex on a toilet seat!? just think of all that bacteria! ew. He also didn't even bother to clean his room or bathroom when he left, so I had to do that considering I was moving into his room once he left. That was fun....... ya right. No matter I kept his portion of the damage deposit.
He also only paid me 80 bucks for groceries and we lived together for about four months. He also didn't work for the better part of those four months and I'm assuming that he talked to his mom to give him money in order to cover rent. As long as he paid his portion I didn't really care. The good parts I guess aren't that much now that I'm thinking about it... we didn't see each other too often because when he did work he worked nights and I work during the day so that part of the deal was good. Didn't really have to see him if I didn't want to. The really bad part about us living together is that he's kind of sort of best friends with my 'ex' and by 'ex' I mean more the sleep together and that's it kind of 'ex'. Although him and I did live together for a year but that was more when I first moved here I moved in with my cousin and his friend. His friend later becoming my 'ex'.
Now this 'ex' of mine well he can be quite the little gem. When we lived together it used to be you don't do this and you don't do that and point your finger here and yell a little there. I remember that he used to complain that no one ever mowed the lawn that he was the only one wah wah wah so one day (when I was a little pissed off) I decided that I was going to mow the lawn. So I marched outside got the lawnmower started it up and got to work. Well when I was done I couldn't quite figure out how to shut the thing off! So I went inside and politely asked if he would help me shut off the lawnmower. He's like well you were the one that started it so you figure it out. And I'm like you have got to be freaking kidding me! So back outside I go fiddling around with it until he finally marches outside and shuts it off. The reason why he was mad was because apparently I mowed the lawn of spite for him. So not true. The truth of the matter is when I get upset or pissed off I tend to clean or do something physical and that was the only option at the time to get out of the house. Plus he always complained that he did it all the time, I was just tryyying to be helpful! Apparently not.
When I first moved into the house I never once pictured him in 'that way' and then one night everything kind of changed. I guess prior to me getting there my cousin had informed all his buddies that they weren't allowed to hit on me. Anyways so one night the three of us were in the kitchen drinking and my cousin was going to bed and I was like ya I should probably go to bed too. Well the 'ex' was like oh come on have another drink... I was hmming and ahhing until he said well if you do stay up I'll kiss you! and I'm like what?! I didn't even think that he thought of me like that at all! so I stay up and have a drink curious to see whether he goes through with this deal or not and sure enough he does and that's how the whole thing started.....
more to come on that at a later date.