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Jun. 23rd, 2007 @ 06:34 am
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it's raining right now so that means I really have nothing better to do than to ramble.
I think I've tentatively quit Koto's. Quit in the sense that I said I would be really busy at Chapters and I don't think I'd be able to come in for shifts for awhile. That's really all I can say, if I say I won't be coming to work any more I really doubt he'd understand. As, I said that when I hurt my hips and he just didn't understand and complained to everyone and anyone about how I was "Missing shifts" and I may have "Quit without warning" blah blah blah. I told that man from the beginning he should never, ever put all his faith on a job gypsy like myself. I go where the money goes. The only loyalty I hold are to friends and family. And frankly, that guy doesn't treat you well at all. He's nice to be sure, but he's manipulative, controlling and more than a bit perverted. I'm actually so happy to be away from a dirty old man that constantly touches my hips!
I've got twenty minutes before I have to shove off for work. I'm so tired, I don't want to be in so early in the morning ^_^;; but that's about all I can do. I'll just have to push through the daily work. I'm maxing out at an hour 15 (without doing a coin order). I'm still struggling with coin orders. I'll push through.
I think I'm coming down with something. My stomach is all over the place this past couple of days. Right now it's gurgling and making strange off colour noises at me... sick. And a couple of the cashiers have been sick lately. Gross, I don't want to be sick. They should all stay away from me, those sick-o's.
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Jun. 18th, 2007 @ 08:44 am
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This is my very first post on my shiney new laptop! it's so cute I love it! it needs a name. I already named my new pc Ping. Not sure why, it just sort of looks like it'll make a lot of "ping" noises if it's a happy computer. The Laptop however, not sure. We'll decide sometme I'm sure.
lots of things have happened I don't even know where to begin. This past week was awesome and horrible all at the same time. And this week I'm suffering the consequences, I can't seem to move my right arm properly >_< I should take some ibuprofen and loosen up those enflamed muscles or something. Hey fruitsnacks, someone left fruitsnacks on the table, I should eat them.
rahhh I don't even want to go into last week, there's just too much to tell. But this week is going to be about the same. I'm going to be so busy. I have lots to do. I've got to pay some overdue bills, I need to pick up my cheques from the bank, go into Koto's and maybe work one night a week...or maybe not. I'm really not interested in going back. I was there solely for social interaction but I seem to be getting a lot of that now ^_~ without the perverted old asian men. Apparently Tad is losing his mind and thinks I've quit without notice though I told tad over the phone, I was injured, working too much would delay the healing and the doctor's and my family said it was best to take time off from the restaurant and I would tell him when I was better and ready to come back. Well...been better for a week but I'm still not ready to come back :p. I need to tell him though. His fragile mind is going senile or something. I should do that tomorrow on my way around on my day off yay!
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Today on the bus a lady came running at full speed waving her arms to the stop. It seemed like any other "just about to miss the bus" frantic action, but when the lady rushed in, it was a full enslaught of emotion. She was sobbing full heartedly, not caring that the tears were streaming down her face and she looked a complete mess. She couldn't even choke out the words "I don't have bus fair." The bus driver silently handed her a transfer without even a glance while she stuttered her way through some story of running out of gas and not knowing where she was. Stumbling across the aisle to her seat she looked the picture perfect inner city bus tramp; out of balance, an emotional wreck, though finely dressed and no stench of alcohol. There was something about her stumbling, her tears and her general panic that made me take down my headphones and give her a sympathetic look with a genuine, "Are you okay?" She looked at me for a moment as if I'd grown a third head, but after a half grin she seemed to warm up. Or at least the tears did. She let loose the events that lead up to her emotional bus capture. She ran out of gas somewhere, didn't say where but she called a tow truck, they towed her to the nearest autobody shop, but that was it, wouldn't give her a lift home. From the autobody shop she tried to get change, the clerks turned her out, she hailed a taxi but the taxi didn't believe she had enough money to get to Riverbend and turned her out. That's when she spotted our little suberbian bus. "This must be one of those new buses" I didn't have the heart to tell her, this bus was in fact considered one of St. A's ghetto buses as it was more than four years old, and did not have the snazzy digital displays. She continued her story with a warning never to run out of gas in this city, especially if you didn't know where you were. I nodded and shrugged along. I would never drive without enough gas period, especially if I was traversing from somewhere west of Riverbend, and had to be in Riverbend by a certain time. I told her "Yeah, Edmonton's pretty big". She admitted she was from Montreal, well that shattered that, Montreal hands down is bigger. And as I talked with her more, the tears and sobs subsiding she made a statement that seemed so absurd at the time..."Edmonton sure has a real New York City Attitude." Our little Edmonton? But...it has a grain of truth when you think about it. Just looking at the events of her journey to my little bus. While offering my phone so that she could call the people who were watching her kids I thought about it...and how self absorbed most of edmonton is. There are few who will lend a helping hand to those in need, no matter what they look like. From the tow truck driver, the service station, a lady in a car on the street and the cabbie, only one mute bus driver and a girl in the first seat would give her a second of time. The lady also asked as she gave my phone back "You weren't born here were you? You're helping me, you must not have been originally from here." I had to laugh a litle on the inside, being from St. A in any Edmontonian's eyes automatically marks me a rich snob. so I conceeded "I'm from the suburb not far from here, and that's apparently even worse." As the bus pulled towards the bus depot, I told her that there she'd find many buses going all sorts of places and that the bus drivers were really nice, they'd help her out. She nodded and mentioned a 33 bus she needed to take, it was an express right to riverbend. I took her word for it. I could've left her then and there as the bus pulled to a stop, and as I got up, still conversing I had a thought of that's what I should do. But as she thanked me for being so nice, I got off the bus and decided I could play tour guide just a little bit longer. As we stepped off the bus a little skater slide off behind us and mentioned that the 33 stopped by the back fence(so there was life on that bus besides me and the mute driver). She continued to thank me and say how grateful she was. I could've left her right there but, head swelling with such gratitude I took her into the bus shelter and we found the bus schedule for the 33. We made good time, any second she'd be connecting to her bus. I even saw her off, making sure she got on and the bus took off with her on it.
I'm going to start a one man revolution on making Edmonton a nicer place. Well it'll be a two man revolution as Ariana is already on the bandwagon :PCurrent Music: Los Angeles- Sugarcult |
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Jun. 12th, 2007 @ 09:51 pm
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Crazy cousin don is out of the loonie bin...great...just my luck, I was just getting used to answering the phone for his brother Darrell (not crazy, nice man, is a policeman... who lives close by...thankfully) and what happens, I stupidly pick up the phone! So I hung up on him. The psycho recognizes my voice...he sounded less crazy but I was not taking chances, I hung up on him and promptly called my mom. Now...I'm sittign alone in my empty house...waiting for my parents to come back home. There's no one to call to come keep me company and that's driving me nuts! I hate silence when I'm freaked out... I hate the darkness too and now I have to go into my dark silent basement to make sure I started the dryer... There really isn't much for me to be freaked out about... he hasn't done anything physically, just scares the right crap out of me. |
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Jun. 6th, 2007 @ 06:47 pm
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so I'm still walking like an old lady, though I have upgraded to a smoother hobble. I don't jerk half as much as Ozzy any more. Which is a good thing. Though I can't stand for very long without pain, and I can't sit for very long without pain. Laying down is the best bet. It really sucks, I want to run and yesterday good music was playing at work and I wanted to dance with Allison but I couldn't! it hurt too bloody much. I did however find out that if you push three chairs together you can stretch out and it's mighty comfy, and if people need room I can totally push myself under the table. I don't know if I'll be able to make a full shift today. I'm still hurting from yesterday! ugh! heal faster! But my daddy did get me my ice cubey thingies that I asked for. My cold packs or whatever, like they have in the movies. Though plasticcey looking bags with a screw top wide mouthed lid that you can dump ice cubes into and people put them on their heads. Yeah he got me those yay! No more bags of peas that break all over the place and pea on the floor.
I've gotten more confident driving Lucille around! I can go back and forth to work up the big big busy roads. Though I prefer to take Boudreau instead of St. Albert Trail as there are less school zones. In fact I don't think there are any, as...I've never seen any school zone signs... I'll have to look today. There's a playground zone that I always forget about right by my house and then I think that's it. Less lights too. though I have to remember not to look at the speedometer so much. I'm glad Lucille can stop on a dime as I'd be in a lot of trouble ^_^'' though I don't think my Italian piece of plastic can do much to a minivan.
Jun. 4th, 2007 @ 10:14 am
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I went to the doctor about my hip. Turns out I have...Bursitus or something equally weird sounding. Spent the afternoon navigating the LRT system. Brief moments of panic hearing a guitar in the terminal. Only to find out it was a haggered old hoboman playing. Maybe its a sign! I ate a Fat Frank's Hot Dog with my mom. Expensive for a cheese dog where they only put kraft cheese slices on. I hobbled around Edmonton Center for awhile and bought a new hoodie. I have so many of them >_< but this one was cute. Little hearts on a laundry line.
Earlier I actually drove to put the registries office! That's a big feat as it's along some major roads. It scared the crap out of me. But I did it. Then I even drove it down Hebert road on the way back from the Pharmacy! woo!
so with this Bursitus or whatever it is, it's enflamation of the joints and cartaledge from sudden over exhersion. I guess that means my sudden bike trips to and from Chapters were a bit much ^_^;; so I had to call in and get my shifts minimized to four hour ones for the rest of this week. Hopefully it'll be enough. What's dumb is I spent like 15 bucks on antienflamitory medication when my mom pointed out that we have some all natural stuff that works a hundred times better, and is way easier on the stomach.
May. 30th, 2007 @ 08:18 pm
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I can't walk. I woke up this morning and my left leg when 'thunk' and it hurts to walk. It feels like I threw my thigh bone out of place or something. It's just awkward and painful and I thunk when I walk. And it burns in some places. It's really weird.
May. 29th, 2007 @ 06:15 pm
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so I talked and cried with my mom a lot about my day today. She brought up some very good points, that A, I do psych myself out too much. and I do get easily flustered when I'm set with a new task. I have unrealistic ideals of perfection. And I set out to achieve them the very first times and get very upset when I can't meet them. And B, I also have a problem with one employee, Maria. After conversing a lot with my mom, she brought up a good point that it seems like Maria is purposefully trying to psych me out. I knew from the moment I met her that she's cunning and one of those people that pretend to be close and friendly when really they're coniving little...very little, short, incredibly short people. She's trying to wrap me around her finger so that she can maintain the power she once had. But my mom has also brought up other good points, that I am not one to boss people around. I can pretend to be big and tough all I like but I'd rather split the work up in a friendly manner than "assign" tasks. So I'm going to have my work cut out for me today.
I really want a manual made for this. For future employees if not for myself. I don't think it's fair that anyone should have to go through what I'm doing right now. And after hitting a few wrong buttons I also noticed there's a help manual on the right hand side of the cash register monitor. I might peruse that and see what it all says. Maybe it's more help than I realize. I also really want more training, more formal sit down, lay it out training. None of this slapstick thrown together monkey see monkey do training. I want manuals, I want check sheets >_< I want a list of of how to's, where to's and what to do's >_< raaahhhh!!!!
it looks like it's going to rain.
Mom and martin are off to buy a washing machine. I hope they buy one tonight. I hate laundromats
May. 17th, 2007 @ 08:40 pm
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why can't nice things happen after bad things. Why can't when one thing goes wrong, two things will go fantastically right?? But that just is not the case.
Everything went wrong today. I've cried so much today it's impressive, but it's been building. It's still building. I'll explode.
I just feel this impressive pressure at work. I'm aware I'm *supposed* to do and be in charge of many things. What those things are I have no bloody clue, and I know I'm supposed to be in charge of many people, what that entails...who flipping knows, not me that's for sure. All I know is...I'm supposed to do morning paperwork and cash counting in an hour and it takes me two. I'm slow but I've only been doing a job that only people who have been in the company for months are supposed to be doing, for barely two weeks. I'm overloading with information and though they seem sympathetic, they don't seem to see the glazed over, red lined eyes of someone who's had too bloody much on their plate and is going to mentally vomit!!
I try to ask questions but I either get "I don't know" or...from Maria "you're the boss." that's really helpful. I just...rgh, I need to sit down and talk to someone. Tell them I'm overwhelmed. I'm... I really am capable of doing this. I know I can I just...if I could be eased into it. It's just such a big mouthful to chew right away that I think I'm going to choke on it all.
I'm going to sleep, to cry just a little more.
May. 17th, 2007 @ 05:11 pm
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