You know what, i'm in such a sour mood that I don't even want to think of a title.
I shalt itinerate my entire week. Here goes:
For the first events, I had to put up with my co-workers for an entire week. For some odd reason, two of the co-workers are having a war of words, and lucky me, being the neutral party, is caught in the middle. Then one person accuses me of being gay with the other because I won't pick a side or say anything overtly nasty about the other. Truthfully, I hate both flaming idiots, and if they accuse me of being gay ever again I will have to hurt them in ways indescribable on this blog.
Secondly, warts. On the hand. Common planters warts. I can't get rid of them. They keep coming. Now, what the hell are they doing on my hand? I have job interviews to do, friends to meet. I can't very well go shaking hands with warts the size of *#$*&$#*% PENNIES!!!!!!!!!!! Now I have to wear gloves so that people won't notice them.
I tried cutting them off and treating them with hydrogen peroxide. It seems to work for one of them. Stings a bit, but that's ok. Better that than liquid nitrogen... not that I can get it. Can't afford the fourty bucks a month for Alberta Health Care. Bloody capitalists...
Thirdly, I had two interviews lined up. New work, YAY!
NOT!
For the first job, I had an interview on monday. However, they cancelled since the person I was destined to replace returned. Then, said person decided he or she needed to be with their family during a hard time, so the job was open again. That set up a second interview on Friday... until they waffled on me again because I would have to give two weeks notice.
Oh, and there was a $12.00 an hour warehouse job. Not much of a step up, but better than being a mop monkey. However... I couldn't do the commute, and I have no car. So, I was passed up on that opportunity.
Props to the staffing agency who set me up though. Despite these problems, this is still the best staffing agency I have encountered so far (they found me on Monster.ca).
I have two relatives dying of cancer. My granduncle Bill, RCMP veteran, legal expert, holding high positions in Regina (won't tell what due to confidenciality), big man and all around great guy, currently retired and living the good life due to smart investing and a killer pension plan. The other, granduncle Gerry. A farmer all his life, did pretty well for himself.
Uncle Bill went through kemo. He's not doing very well. I'll have to send a card at least. Gerry still on the waiting list.
Nextly, I had a bit of a tiff with some people on the C-Train. Yesterday, I was waiting for my train to work. I was waiting at the 8th Street station, which is next to a Mac's convenience store, It is notorious for the drug dealers; whom whisper 'weed' really fast like its some secret society code.
I was watching a scene unfold where these two teenage girls and a guy (a boyfriend), all skater punks (the skate park is nearby), harass another skater. He looked to be a pothead, with a vacant stare, noticable slouch, black pants and a black Megadeth t-shirt, trucker hat, and black oily dreadlocks. The way this kid looked, he looked to be a total loser, slacker, and misfit. In otherwords, a bullseye for harassment. How could the other skaters not resist?
I have something against people who bully others. I was a victim of such treatment in high school, and I did look like a loser. Not as bad as said loser mentioned above, but one nonetheless. I like to think that over the years I have grown into a respectable young man, lacking some of the meekness and servility of my youth. I can stand up for myself now, even if it means I will be beaten to a pulp. It's standing up for yourself that matters, your dignity, your manhood, your life! What's a few bruises when you get to show that you won't take it laying down?!?
This young man I mentioned just stood there, mild and afraid, unable to do anything. So pathetic was the display that the bullies left him be after dressing him down.
Truthfully, I should have helped the young man, and told him to get a pair of testicles afterwards, but I did not. I was not as brave as I should have been.
But that's not all. The two girls went on the train. I didn't want to share a seat with them, but as I was going to sit down, I tried to take off my backpack. The damn backpack was tangled on my jacket, and as I tried to free my arm, the girl wormed past me and into my seat!
How rude! I told her, "I see you treat everyone like that."
She wasn't too impressed, but like some teenage punkass, she talked behind my back and nicknamed me 'Smiley'.
I smirked back as a sort of a middle finger gesture.
But now for the piece de resistance. Brace yourself.
My wallet went missing. A quarter sized hole in my pant pocket turned into a wallet sized hole without me noticing sometime after I stepped on the bus this morning at 6:25 am. After that, I don't remember if it fell out or not... you try to have a coherent memory when you're dead tired!
Or it could have fell out when I put on those same pants and went to the Westbrook Mall at approximately 12:30 PM.
I combed the Westbrook Mall, and the route from the mall to my basement suite, as well as from the suite to my bus stop. Then I checked with Wal-Mart security, Mall Security and Safeway Security to see if the wallet turned up... all negatives. Then I phoned Calgary Transit, gave my wallet description, the bus I was on and what time I was on it, and hoped to god they find it.
It doesn't sound like much, but without my wallet, I will have difficulty going to work. It had my transit pass. It also had money which I was going to use to buy next month's transit pass. I would get more money ( I was going to put down $100 on my credit card ) but my ATM card is in there too. It also had a paltry amount of money that I was going to use to buy food for the next two weeks. It also has my drivers license, so good luck replacing my cards without it.
To the person who has my wallet: I hope you return it with every cent accounted for. I'm willing to give a reward to the honest one that will do so.
To the person who plans on keeping my wallet and the posessions therein, I want to find you. I want to take back everything that belongs to me. I will use whatever means of extraction I can think of. Don't ask... I am repulsed to even think about it, and you'll know soon enough unless you return it!
I don't get it. Hasn't God jerked around with me enough? No wait... the true phrase is 'tested'. God loves tests, he loves putting his people through tough times to show their true inner character. Well, mine is crumbling over the past year and a half. Now that i've found my true character to be a quivering mass of jelly, can I have my wallet back? I need it by the time I have to get on the bus tonight, or else I won't be able to go to work. Thank you.
As for my statement about this week... it sucks. To the people and things that made it suck, thank you for making this week memorable. To those whom wrong me... I cannot do revenge because i'm a Christian. Justice however, can be loosely interpreted. And if I can't do it myself, I can trust that something will happen to keep a certain amount of... balance. And to the things that die and decay around me... you mind not doing that? You only hurt the people around you, after all.
Caio everyone! I feel like taking a round out of a helpless punching bag.
I shalt itinerate my entire week. Here goes:
For the first events, I had to put up with my co-workers for an entire week. For some odd reason, two of the co-workers are having a war of words, and lucky me, being the neutral party, is caught in the middle. Then one person accuses me of being gay with the other because I won't pick a side or say anything overtly nasty about the other. Truthfully, I hate both flaming idiots, and if they accuse me of being gay ever again I will have to hurt them in ways indescribable on this blog.
Secondly, warts. On the hand. Common planters warts. I can't get rid of them. They keep coming. Now, what the hell are they doing on my hand? I have job interviews to do, friends to meet. I can't very well go shaking hands with warts the size of *#$*&$#*% PENNIES!!!!!!!!!!! Now I have to wear gloves so that people won't notice them.
I tried cutting them off and treating them with hydrogen peroxide. It seems to work for one of them. Stings a bit, but that's ok. Better that than liquid nitrogen... not that I can get it. Can't afford the fourty bucks a month for Alberta Health Care. Bloody capitalists...
Thirdly, I had two interviews lined up. New work, YAY!
NOT!
For the first job, I had an interview on monday. However, they cancelled since the person I was destined to replace returned. Then, said person decided he or she needed to be with their family during a hard time, so the job was open again. That set up a second interview on Friday... until they waffled on me again because I would have to give two weeks notice.
Oh, and there was a $12.00 an hour warehouse job. Not much of a step up, but better than being a mop monkey. However... I couldn't do the commute, and I have no car. So, I was passed up on that opportunity.
Props to the staffing agency who set me up though. Despite these problems, this is still the best staffing agency I have encountered so far (they found me on Monster.ca).
I have two relatives dying of cancer. My granduncle Bill, RCMP veteran, legal expert, holding high positions in Regina (won't tell what due to confidenciality), big man and all around great guy, currently retired and living the good life due to smart investing and a killer pension plan. The other, granduncle Gerry. A farmer all his life, did pretty well for himself.
Uncle Bill went through kemo. He's not doing very well. I'll have to send a card at least. Gerry still on the waiting list.
Nextly, I had a bit of a tiff with some people on the C-Train. Yesterday, I was waiting for my train to work. I was waiting at the 8th Street station, which is next to a Mac's convenience store, It is notorious for the drug dealers; whom whisper 'weed' really fast like its some secret society code.
I was watching a scene unfold where these two teenage girls and a guy (a boyfriend), all skater punks (the skate park is nearby), harass another skater. He looked to be a pothead, with a vacant stare, noticable slouch, black pants and a black Megadeth t-shirt, trucker hat, and black oily dreadlocks. The way this kid looked, he looked to be a total loser, slacker, and misfit. In otherwords, a bullseye for harassment. How could the other skaters not resist?
I have something against people who bully others. I was a victim of such treatment in high school, and I did look like a loser. Not as bad as said loser mentioned above, but one nonetheless. I like to think that over the years I have grown into a respectable young man, lacking some of the meekness and servility of my youth. I can stand up for myself now, even if it means I will be beaten to a pulp. It's standing up for yourself that matters, your dignity, your manhood, your life! What's a few bruises when you get to show that you won't take it laying down?!?
This young man I mentioned just stood there, mild and afraid, unable to do anything. So pathetic was the display that the bullies left him be after dressing him down.
Truthfully, I should have helped the young man, and told him to get a pair of testicles afterwards, but I did not. I was not as brave as I should have been.
But that's not all. The two girls went on the train. I didn't want to share a seat with them, but as I was going to sit down, I tried to take off my backpack. The damn backpack was tangled on my jacket, and as I tried to free my arm, the girl wormed past me and into my seat!
How rude! I told her, "I see you treat everyone like that."
She wasn't too impressed, but like some teenage punkass, she talked behind my back and nicknamed me 'Smiley'.
I smirked back as a sort of a middle finger gesture.
But now for the piece de resistance. Brace yourself.
My wallet went missing. A quarter sized hole in my pant pocket turned into a wallet sized hole without me noticing sometime after I stepped on the bus this morning at 6:25 am. After that, I don't remember if it fell out or not... you try to have a coherent memory when you're dead tired!
Or it could have fell out when I put on those same pants and went to the Westbrook Mall at approximately 12:30 PM.
I combed the Westbrook Mall, and the route from the mall to my basement suite, as well as from the suite to my bus stop. Then I checked with Wal-Mart security, Mall Security and Safeway Security to see if the wallet turned up... all negatives. Then I phoned Calgary Transit, gave my wallet description, the bus I was on and what time I was on it, and hoped to god they find it.
It doesn't sound like much, but without my wallet, I will have difficulty going to work. It had my transit pass. It also had money which I was going to use to buy next month's transit pass. I would get more money ( I was going to put down $100 on my credit card ) but my ATM card is in there too. It also had a paltry amount of money that I was going to use to buy food for the next two weeks. It also has my drivers license, so good luck replacing my cards without it.
To the person who has my wallet: I hope you return it with every cent accounted for. I'm willing to give a reward to the honest one that will do so.
To the person who plans on keeping my wallet and the posessions therein, I want to find you. I want to take back everything that belongs to me. I will use whatever means of extraction I can think of. Don't ask... I am repulsed to even think about it, and you'll know soon enough unless you return it!
I don't get it. Hasn't God jerked around with me enough? No wait... the true phrase is 'tested'. God loves tests, he loves putting his people through tough times to show their true inner character. Well, mine is crumbling over the past year and a half. Now that i've found my true character to be a quivering mass of jelly, can I have my wallet back? I need it by the time I have to get on the bus tonight, or else I won't be able to go to work. Thank you.
As for my statement about this week... it sucks. To the people and things that made it suck, thank you for making this week memorable. To those whom wrong me... I cannot do revenge because i'm a Christian. Justice however, can be loosely interpreted. And if I can't do it myself, I can trust that something will happen to keep a certain amount of... balance. And to the things that die and decay around me... you mind not doing that? You only hurt the people around you, after all.
Caio everyone! I feel like taking a round out of a helpless punching bag.
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i hope we can meet up and vent the political shit together when i am in cowtown this weekend. there should be something about a meet up in the west group soon.