Much Farther To Go

That’s all this is really. Incredibly silly. I have done less than an hour of work this WEEK so far. [edit: not fair, I was busy with work all of Monday] And although it is driving me half insane, it may be ruining me for work in the real world.  Like where people look at you funny for getting up from your desk too many times, or actually block sites like facebook…wtf, government?? Well, if it weren’t for that I may be even more insane. It’s not summer yet, I can’t feel it. The weather’s been…not bad. Doesn’t stop me from wearing skirts and complaining about the cold. Average highs of around 14 degrees just isn’t it for me. It’s not normal either. I think it’s supposed to rain all next week. I think it was supposed to rain most days this week. I think I should invest in an umbrella. I don’t know how I got back from England without one…

I do wonder about where to live next year. I could stay where I am, it seems. But as of last night I believe we have an incredibly cheap, idiotic, even to the point of dangerous, landlord. So, not so pumped on that. BUT, to think about the fact that I pretty much earn rent in a day of work is kinda nice. And my #1 priority this next year is saving and making money. But there’s more to staying than just dealing with weirdo landlords. It may not be up to me. Would a sister be harder to deal with than a close friend? No idea. Also, would be easier if we lived farther from home. Then, no deal at all.

Back to work…I’m listening to music, but only from two CDs I burnt then ripped here. The same.two.hours. Over and over and over. I hope I don’t get sick of these artists, because I really love them. It’s been a continuous cycle of Adele, Josh Radin, and Corinne Bailey Rae. Oy. When I’m feeling adventurous/rebellious…I put one earbud in from my ipod and listen for a while. Just don’t ask, and everything’s allowed

I haven’t been saying much lately. I guess I blog less when I’m…contented. I’m moved into my new place, and I’ve mostly…well, so that I can move around, unpacked. It’s nice to have daylight in my place. It’s nice to have TV, even if sometimes the good shows are barely visible because we only subscribe to farmer vision. But I’ll have The Office, Grey’s, House…and I’m good! I used to think I missed watching the news, but now I’m struck by how painful redundant and overly dramatic it is. I think I may stick to reading my news online from now until forever.

My job…hmm. I like it. I like the novelty of having my own office. And I’ve actually been keeping it fairly neat, due to lack of work to mess it up… I’ve pretty much mastered what I’ve been told to do. And I have pretty much completed what looks to be my day’s work (by 9AM) There are a few boring administrative things I’d rather not have to do, but meh. Teaches me to wear heels to do filing. I’m not too comfortable with the position of my keyboard in relation to the rest of the set up, my neck and upper back are starting to fee lit. But it’s alright, I can’t do what I do at home…lie down with it all in front of me. May just make a spectacle of myself. So, I finally caved today to see if I could use facebook at work, and lo and behold…I can. Which I think is super weird. Weirder still, they’ve blocked the inbox. And I can still play scramble. Curiouser and curiouser.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll most likely say it again, but I have never ever been more tired in my entire life. I have had, possibly the most frustrating 48 hours of my life. Probably didn’t start it out so well, going out the night before my first day of work, and then coincidentally having to move house the same day. I could barely keep my eyes open this morning, while things were being explained to me. But doing is different! I can stay awake and alert while doing. I can’t wait til Monday. I will have my own office!! I know it’s just for the summer and all, but so is this place (which I’m loving so far, I’ve seen all of ONE person here since moving in)…I just need to make more of an effort to make the places that I stay MINE. All the while acknowledging their temporarity. End of next year can’t come quickly enough…

It’s over. It’s finally over. And, even though I spent nearly all day all week at school, I was incredibly underprepared. The exams went unbelievably well anyway. I won’t question it. I was THE slackest studier ever. May have something to do with MSN/Skype…but that would all be my fault. At the moment I have nothing to procrastinate from other than getting packed up and going to the gym! I don’t even work tomorrow. Apparently a terrorist shares my name, because my security check is taking AGES to get through. No matter, I shall use tomorrow uber-well and get my life together!! (When have I said that before? Oh yeah, before every weekend) Ah well, I half mean it this time, I’ve got to pack up! My slight headache prevents me from doing anything all that major. I’m in a huge space where clothes are covering the floor, I’ve got a weeks worth of breakfast dishes scattered around, not to mention a semester’s worth of paper. I will definitely not make it, moving in one load. Still have to get my car going, which I’m sure my papa will take care of when he comes to move my bed and TV. not that I use my TV. Then…I won’t be living in the area anymore! No more dodgy chinese food from the chicken delight. No more cheap pizzas picked up from cafe 22. Last pizza night tomorrow I guess. I will miss these kids, they’ve been really fab. Anyway, on with life I suppose

Really, I should be freaking out about not having studied a whole lot for my equities or ethics exams (not enough, anyway) but I’m not. Not because I’m calm and collected, but because I’m not happy. Yes, there’s an undercurrent of uber excitement regarding my new job and house and summer and everything, but. I just…want what I can’t have. And what’s frustrating is that I don’t know the level of impossibility that it sits at. It’s not like a job that’s possible for someone like me. Or being unhappy because my room is crap. I should realize that all this -feeling- about it, gets me nowhere, and it’s time to stop crying into my coffee. I’m hoping I’m just over-tired and kind of stressed because of this crap weekend of exams and the pressure of it all. Well, back to play ‘the game’ I suppose. Wish me luck.

Well, I’ve been studying for a few days straight now (er, job interview, re-visiting job place, facebook, coffee and bad girls breaks notwithstanding). And now I’m giving up for the night, because I’ve struggled to get anywhere with this retarded ethics studying (and I feel justified using that word because one of the articles from the 50’s used it non-ironically) and have spent a while on msn now, which has given me a bit of a headache. Sometimes I just don’t know where my head is at, or where it’s going.

But I care a little less now, because, big news, I have A Job. Yes, a proper Job. Well, maybe not proper cuz it’s still a summer student job. But I am faaairly proud of myself. Thank god for FSWEP. All those interviews and subsequent disappointments. I hate to say it, but they were worth getting to this point. I didn’t have a claim on any of those jobs. I just saw they were advertised, and went for ‘em. If anything, I got a lot lot of interview experience, and some feedback, when I remembered to ask for it. And voila, I am now an employee of the federal government. (can i get a woot?) And they told me my last employer gave me a great reference, which made my day even further. (don’t know if it actually mattered to my job-getting, I wrote their test, I answered their questions perfectly!) I arrived home to a message from the…second last? I believe, place to reject me. To do with a job ‘opportunity’. I am further self-satisfied. I move in a week. I am quite keen on the halved rent, the walls and door, all of it. (and the halved number of roomies, still love you kids)

So, I kind of do this thing, sometimes, when I’m desperate, to calm my head. I bargain with God. Yeah, the dude I’m not sure listens to me. I don’t know why I do it, I’ve always done it. So, Jen got the job, I think this means Jen’s going to church this Sunday. Funniest thought that when through my head about that? Oh! I’ll buy a new outfit! So this bargaining makes me feel like now I’ve done all I can, I relax a little, let fate work it’s magic, because there’s nothing more i can do. Not that my little mental blip was -something- but it eases my mind. I was having deeper thoughts about this earlier, but my mental state is NOT 100% at the moment. I cannot WAIT until Saturday, depending on what happens, I think God’ll forgive me if I can’t get out of bed Sunday and leave it til the next weekend

(is what i’m ’studying’)

This has been a long time in coming, but, my ipod earbuds have finally kicked it. Well, they kicked it almost a week ago. I have another set because I saw this coming, but they’re in my car (I think). My car has this problem that it’s dead and I usually only use my command start (non functioning) to lock and unlock. My keys don’t work in that case. So, when I do get around to having someone boost it, I’m going to have to climb through the trunk. Just like old times! Long story to tell you that I haven’t been listening to my ipod on the bus or listening to music at school while I study. [More...] The bus thing is interesting. Really, I could start a blog with the things I encounter. Or just make random lists. I had my first Mormon encounter the other day on way back from outerspace for that interview. Not a personal encounter, thank god. I didn’t notice they were seated behind me until a guy asked them if they were the guys who wrote that book, you know, the Book of Mormon. This guy was I believe mentally challenged (is that the current correct way?), looked like Filipino maybe, but had an accent like a purebred menno. He goes on and on asking them questions about the Bible, having nothing to do with Mormonism (hehe) and then this other dude who was leaving the bus made some comment about how nice it was to hear “such nice talk.” Holy jesus. Religious talk is nice? first i’ve heard. Sounds like something my mother/grandma/aunt’d say. What about it is nice??? I suppose the educational part is alright, but just because you hear the words mary and jesus doesn’t make….urgh, nevermind. Whatever, I won’t take that farther.

Ugh, then there’s the complete douche bag that got on the 16 at the same time as I did. (I think one of my earbuds was still working at this point) Anyway, I saw he had drumsticks so I knew this was going to be trouble. For the entire journey (approx 40 min (!) ) He had his walkman (oh yes, cassette tape and all) at full blast and he was tapping his feet and air drumming. I definitely have something against foot tapping in an otherwise quiet environment. Living in the basement of a house that contains a drummer may have something to do with it… If I further describe his outfit I’m just going to get emotional and rant about leather jackets…but I digress…

I’m just trying to be happy the sun is shining. I’m in the library with no music, attempting studying, which is going okay, I’m just not overly overly organized. I feel okay about exams, I feel okay about the summer even though I don’t have everything sorted. I know where I’m moving to now and I suppose that that’s something. It’s just everything after the end of next year I don’t feel settled about. The thought that’s on my mind constantly is that I still don’t know where I’m supposed to be. I know where’s most comfortable, but comfortable is BORING. Been there, done that. Have you got anything else?

I feel like I’ve traveled around the world today. I’ve spent probably 2 hours total on the bus today (and I might go out again yet today, whew). I’ve been rejected from another job. Had another interview though too. Nicest one so far though. And it looks likely. Looks like a nice place, it’s just…probably not challenging (data-entry?? me??), probably less pay (it’s a non-profit), and it’s FAR AWAY. Compounded by the fact that I’m moving even farther south, this place is north of the north end. Argh. I’ve considered getting a bike and doing the 40km return everyday. Is that insane? But I’ve also got an interview on Monday that I really really really really want. Badly. Can you tell? Read the rest of this entry »

It’s a combination of stress, low blood sugar, idleness and…crying my face off. Maybe not a lot of stress. But my body wanted to go to the gym today and I refused. My headache prevents me from feeling bad about it. So, I was going to move my room around today, like when I was little, I’d just move my bed to the other side of the room or something. Then I saw exactly why my dad had put my bed where he did in the first place, in January. There’s a wood-thing protruding from the wall under where my bed is. I figured, no worries, but I wanted to have a look at it. I grabbed the corner of the particular patch of carpet between my thumb and forefinger and lightly pulled back. And yelped, or screamed, or sobbed. I don’t remember which first at this point. A veritable swarm of…slow moving insects. I have NO clue what kind they were. I had only seen one before in my room and had counted myself lucky that I was in a shithole basement yet had only encountered one little bug. Anyway, luckily I had the vacuum cleaner next to me and I’ll be damned if there are any left, in that area anyway. I also vacuumed up the moist gravel around the base of this wood block. Yes, that’s right, moisture. Hello, cause of three month ‘cold.’ It was then I had decided I had enough, I had put up with ENOUGH. I resolve to not remember ANYTHING about this semester. Besides of course, calculating future income tax liabilities. So I kept the vacuum on and made some noise of my own. I don’t care if nothing’s for sure yet. I’m getting the fuck out of here.

is how i feel, possibly even great. While feeling this way I still can get sad or depressed (and still cry like a nutter waiting for a bus!!) but there’s an underlying feeling of fabulousness.

My social life lately has consisted of: job interviews, the occasional night out, and nights in watching too many episodes of Bad Girls. An all around fab life. I’ve got two interviews set for this week, waiting to hear from two to set interviews, and two more to apply to on my school’s job postings board. Man, I really should never have gotten worried about finding a job. My worry now is them being okay with my wage demands, part-time during school demands, and it being something I like.

The secret to my happiness, believe it or not, has been caring about myself first. I don’t specifically mean by not caring about other people, but by taking care of me, because I’m the only perspective I have, and it only matters what I think. So there! I’ve gotten a little fiesty…