I'm supposed to go in to what will be my second-last shift at BBV at 6 p.m. I don't much feel like dealing with fuckwads for a whole 6.5 hours (such a short shift, yet so much misery.) I guess I have to go anyway, if only because I'm just not that much of a fucker. I mean, to strand my coworkers on a FRIDAY? Harsh. So mostly I'm delaying leaving ( Read more... )

Ray and I are buying a tortoise and we are going to name him Shelley. Here are a couple pictures of what he looks like. The tortoise in the pictures is the same species and age, but the pictures of Shelley himself are in Ray's email, and I forgot to ask him to download them. Anyway, here is a tortoise who looks a lot LIKE Shelley:


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For someone who's so big on professionalism, my Reporting prof sure is a cheap, unprofessional, gossipy bitch.

Hoser. Meh.

From Canada Post's Terms of Agreement:

19. Excusable Delay
19.1 Except for the Customer’s payment obligations, neither party shall be liable to the other for any failure to perform, or delay in the performance of, any obligation under the Agreement due to causes beyond its reasonable control, including but not limited to, acts of God, labour ( Read more... )

Christmas haul ( Read more... )

Yesterday the PGC(well, W, but eh) was SLAMMED, as of course it always is this time of year. And for some reason the order taker people had decided to line up 20 calendars for a three hour period in the day and none thereafter, so I was going completely insane and getting ragingly angry at the copier. I ended up doing 14 calendars or thereabouts in ( Read more... )

I totally rocked my Journalism final project (I got 80%) and as a result, though she predicted my mark to fall at 67%, I ended up with a final grade of 75.6%, or, a B. HAHAHAHA IN YOUR FACE! IN. YOUR. FACE ( Read more... )

I think I'm having the world's slowest panic attack. I wake up and things are good, and I'm happy all day and then I come home and cry in the bathroom, and clean myself up before I see my boyfriend because he would ask what's wrong and I have no answer. My life is what I wanted. So what is wrong ( Read more... )

This is my Christmas counter and it tickles me. The slider is a snowman!



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Urgh, I had to cold-call people for a survey, and I hate that with a passion. The survey is for a school assignment. Does anyone care? No. Of course, I called your house and do not know you, so even though I stress that I am doing this for a school assignment, I must obviously be trying to sell you a vaccuum. Fuck off and die. Two and a half hours ( Read more... )