2006-11-27

they see me rollin', they hatin'...


...but at least I'm not riding dirty.

Note: Not me in the picture.

2006-11-21

happy birthday to me...


Today is my birthday. I have revolved 23 times around the sun. Yay.

Okay, enough about that. I promised I'd write a bit about my new job, so that's what I'm gonna do. First off, staying up all night is not that hard. I'm a night-guy, it comes naturally. The hardest thing about the job is really just getting to the job. It takes about 20 minutes to get there, but part of the road is in really bad shape. And there's a lot of steep upward slopes getting there. I can't even imagine how tough it'll be once the snow comes. So I'm thinking about getting a moped.

Best parts about my new job? You can really do things at your own pace. And my new colleagues. Oh, and my new boss is a really cool guy. No, he's not reading this, so I'm not kissing his ass. He really is a cool guy. At least I don't think he's reading this.

That's all for now. Cheers, guys and gals.

2006-11-13

yes, it is over...


Yeah, I took the nighttime job. As of today, I'm a receptionist. At a hotel. Sure, it'll be a tough time working those hours, but I think I made the right choice. I'm gonna stop writing here for a while, now that I'm settling in. I'll be back, though.

Funny thing I should mention; I beat out more than a hundred other applicants, maybe even two hundred, I'm not sure. I asked my new boss how many had applied for this job, and he showed how high the stack of papers were between his thumb and his index finger, and people, it was a really big stack. I don't know what I did in the interview, or what happened, but I'm mighty honored that I was chosen over all those other people. I guess everyone catches a break every once in a while.

Cheers!

2006-11-10

it is over...


So hey, guess what? I got a job! No, strike that, I got TWO jobs to choose from. So, in the end, I have one job, but... you know what I mean.

The first job is the one at the floor store, part time, which was offered when my boss found out I got the other job. The other job is at a hotel, as a nighttime receptionist. Full time. I think I might take it. I think. I mean, working night is really demanding, not just on your psyche, but on your social life as well. But still, it's a full time job, and I need the money, so...

I still have some time to figure it out. I'll keep you posted. Yay! Now, I'm off to Pop Quiz at the pub.

2006-11-08

2006-11-01

living in a state of conformity...


I promised that I'd write about my job when I had the energy. Wait, job? No, I wouldn't call it job. A job gives you money when you give them your time, energy and your services. I'm not getting any money (yet) so I'm not sure what to call it. "Limbo"?

Ever since I got unemployed, people from everywhere started telling me what to do, how to look and what to think. People I don't know. The unemployment office, interviewers, community workers. Forcing me to attend programs that only costs money and doesn't amount to a damn thing. Basically, I felt like I was being treated like a fucking child most of the time. Telling me things I already knew, repeatedly. "Fall in and march, motherfucker"! It hasn't really bothered me until recently. I'm not sure why, but I bet it has something to do with this godawful weather. I can't stand it.

I guess it won't stop until I get employed somewhere. Then maybe I can start living my life again.