Afraid to Look
So hey, I haven't posted in a millenium. But you know what, I've been busy so I'm entitled.
I worked 8-4 today and it was the first day of the season thus far when I started hating ordinary people for just being alive and making my life harder. Even the nice ones annoyed me. Everyone who came in the store today could die and it wouldn't phase me. Because for all of the difficult, horrible cranky customers there were, I would sacrifice all the good ones to not have to deal with it anymore. Even the cute little Dutch couple who ordered a lingerie plaque for a couple who was getting married without really knowing what it was. Even. Them.
So it was 4 p.m. I needed butter because I've been working and baking for the past 3 days straight without fail (it's that time of year) and I did NOT want to stop at the grocery store and buy something I didn't need. So... went to the chevron and bought gas and butter... and a bottle of cabernet. So sue me.
Went home and drank more than half of it... at about 5 p.m. It was one of those things where I was like, "hey, I deserve this because I'm working retail during Christmas season, okay?" Not that I had to convince anyone... because no one is here at my apartment but me... but in case anyone asked for justification, there it was.
Then Matt called me wanting to go to Wassabee, a charming, delicious and cheap sushi restaurant in town, and of course I said yes. Joe, Matt and I gorged ourselves on deliciousness and then walked up to Boundary Bay for some of their famed Cabin Fever winter ale. As we approached the bar, I looked down at the beer garden and wanted to cry. The pinnacle of my summer fun was boxed up, stored away until the sun comes out again. Boy, I miss the taste of ESB in my mouth with a hula-hoop swaying around my waist, reggae playing, and flip flops adorning my feet on the hay floor. Best time of the worst summer of my life.
So, we indeed drank Cabin Fever. I had a pint of ESB for good measure and good memories, and came home. Ian (lil bro) asked me if I'd seen my grades. I clicked on the link to look at them, but I was almost afraid to. Like how sometimes you're afraid to look at your credit card bill as if there will be outrageous charges you forgot about somehow on there and you can't afford them. That's why my bill is sitting at the other end of the desk from me right now and I can't bring myself to open it. Sure, it's first class mail. Sure, I know there should only be about 30 bucks on it, but what if it's not? Maybe it's just me, but grades and credit card bills are hard to open.
So, grades:
Planet: A
Klipsun: A
Media Law: B+
Oceanography: B
All in all, not bad. I didn't know what to expect from any of them, honestly. I just worked so hard the entire quarter that I knew I'd passed, but nothing more. 3.54 cumulative GPA, bitches! Oh, that will not matter in about 6 months, guaranteed, but ya know something? Working hard but still finding time to party harder is what I pride myself on, and I think I've done well on that account.
As for that credit card bill... maybe I'll open it tomorrow.
I worked 8-4 today and it was the first day of the season thus far when I started hating ordinary people for just being alive and making my life harder. Even the nice ones annoyed me. Everyone who came in the store today could die and it wouldn't phase me. Because for all of the difficult, horrible cranky customers there were, I would sacrifice all the good ones to not have to deal with it anymore. Even the cute little Dutch couple who ordered a lingerie plaque for a couple who was getting married without really knowing what it was. Even. Them.
So it was 4 p.m. I needed butter because I've been working and baking for the past 3 days straight without fail (it's that time of year) and I did NOT want to stop at the grocery store and buy something I didn't need. So... went to the chevron and bought gas and butter... and a bottle of cabernet. So sue me.
Went home and drank more than half of it... at about 5 p.m. It was one of those things where I was like, "hey, I deserve this because I'm working retail during Christmas season, okay?" Not that I had to convince anyone... because no one is here at my apartment but me... but in case anyone asked for justification, there it was.
Then Matt called me wanting to go to Wassabee, a charming, delicious and cheap sushi restaurant in town, and of course I said yes. Joe, Matt and I gorged ourselves on deliciousness and then walked up to Boundary Bay for some of their famed Cabin Fever winter ale. As we approached the bar, I looked down at the beer garden and wanted to cry. The pinnacle of my summer fun was boxed up, stored away until the sun comes out again. Boy, I miss the taste of ESB in my mouth with a hula-hoop swaying around my waist, reggae playing, and flip flops adorning my feet on the hay floor. Best time of the worst summer of my life.
So, we indeed drank Cabin Fever. I had a pint of ESB for good measure and good memories, and came home. Ian (lil bro) asked me if I'd seen my grades. I clicked on the link to look at them, but I was almost afraid to. Like how sometimes you're afraid to look at your credit card bill as if there will be outrageous charges you forgot about somehow on there and you can't afford them. That's why my bill is sitting at the other end of the desk from me right now and I can't bring myself to open it. Sure, it's first class mail. Sure, I know there should only be about 30 bucks on it, but what if it's not? Maybe it's just me, but grades and credit card bills are hard to open.
So, grades:
Planet: A
Klipsun: A
Media Law: B+
Oceanography: B
All in all, not bad. I didn't know what to expect from any of them, honestly. I just worked so hard the entire quarter that I knew I'd passed, but nothing more. 3.54 cumulative GPA, bitches! Oh, that will not matter in about 6 months, guaranteed, but ya know something? Working hard but still finding time to party harder is what I pride myself on, and I think I've done well on that account.
As for that credit card bill... maybe I'll open it tomorrow.