No no, fear not, I'm still with BMO. And as much as I love my spare time, I think I may need a second job on weekends...one day, maybe two. Why? I've been thinking a lot about my future and mortgages and such, and while I make a good living at the bank and save up well by living at home, I want to make more to give myself more security. If there ( Read more... )

I've been spending a lot of my spare time lately playing video games - some on my PS2, and some on my ancient second-hand pair of SNES systems. (I actually found a third while doing the junk job a few months ago - and it works!)

I'm currently obsessing over Super Mario World - which I'm finally making some progress with. I never played this game ( Read more... )

I'd had enough. I finally quit my job with 1-800-GOT-JUNK? It was time - I didn't need the extra money, I wasn't working with rad people any more (I was training all the time), and the dump strike was making the job more stressful than it oughta be. That, and I only had one day a week to myself since May 2nd, when I was hired for my bank job with ( Read more... )

Yesterday on the Junk job was a decent day, in all honesty. The first 8 hours or so were great, in fact - six jobs, all done in 30 minutes or less each - excellent stuff. But then the last job of the day was this nasty-ass piece of business in Tsawwassen, where we had a dilapidated backyard full of absolute CRAP that needed cleaning out. Two trucks ( Read more... )

Today was a terrible day. Nearly every single customer or job I dealt with today was an absolute idiot.

PISS OFF #1For example, our second job of the day, at 9 in the morning, dealt with us needing to tear down a greenhouse and haul it away. A freaking greenhouse. First, we didn't have the proper tools OR safety gear, and second, I have a glass ( Read more... )

I meant to make a lot of little posts lately, but I got lazy, so here we go - all the highlights and lowlights of my last few days:

THE WUSS IS BACKOn Saturday morning I was back working at 1-800-GOT-JUNK, but just 2 hours in, picking up a box spring that weighed no more than 10 pounds, I somehow twisted my back in just such a way that my back ( Read more... )