I got my hair highlighted today. It pained me to use a photo of Lauren Conrad as a reference. But I did. And it looks spectacular. It's redder than hers, since my hair is redder than hers, but I think it's great if I ever want to complete that script for my White Rock parody of the Hills ("The Rock ( Read more... )

I have submitted an entry to an open casting call for AMC's Emmy-award winning drama Mad Men. Wish me luck.

In more realistic news, I have received a room offer for cluster accomodations. Very exciting.

I promise this has nothing to do with my job. There, now you can keep reading it and not skip over it ( Read more... )

Yesterday was probably the busiest day at work I've ever seen. Bands were coming in to play, the place was packed to full capacity, and everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly. A bunch of my friends came in to see the bands, and I got to talk to them for a bit. At one point, nice-Manager Adam asked me to sit at the front and deny people entry ( Read more... )

So I couldn't book Friday off with a day's notice (wow surprise). Have fun I guess.

Things are looking up at Sideshows. Maybe it's just the luck of this one shift, but Jason actually didn't have anything negative to say about me. Not only that, he said that I did a "good job." Adam, the other manager that looks like a futuristic Keanu Reeves, says "good job" atleast twice a shift to me, but I've never heard those words out of ( Read more... )

Jason pulled me aside today to discuss how we basically don't like eachother, how I'm not good enough to be a server, how he has to tell me things "again and again" (he doesn't, actually. He remembers things that way because it's more convenient). He said it's better to ask questions before doing something, but when I ask questions he rolls his ( Read more... )

When my manager looks into the sun, he looks like he has Down's Syndrome*. This is what I remind myself every time he goes out of his way to make me feel incompetent. If he were nicer to the new people, maybe some of them would stick around for more than one summer ( Read more... )

My coworkers want me to fail. Not in a way that would inconvenience them, like accidentally burning the place down, but something contained that would get me voted off their island so they could resume the fun times of exclusive super-friendships ( Read more... )

Folk Fest was amazing. Not only did I enjoy it more than the cranky whores at Sideshows 100 fold, but I got to meet my favourite Canadian artist. Twice ( Read more... )