July 21st, 2006
|08:45 pm - I work hard for my money so you'd better treat me right. And now I have a Dairy Queen craving.|
Woo, long time, no update! I finished work at the telemongering job - my last week was actually really stellar. I had a miserable cold and phlegm problem but all the foreign microbes seemed to be making me smarter, stronger, and more competent (just like that Futurama episode) because I sold enough newspaper subscriptions to get myself into the third level of bonus pay, and an open invitation to come back to the job. Rock. I also had some interesting interactions with co-workers - one girl who said she liked the way I dressed because it "denotes simplicity" and a woman in the lunchroom who started in on how we were in the End Times, the deceitful work of Satan was everywhere, and we'd all be doomed if we didn't believe in Jesus. I commented that I thought everyone would have to work things out for themselves, and she replied with "Yes, that's very true. I'm sorry if I was rambling on there. If I ever talk too much about that kind of stuff, just let me know." Whoever heard of such a well-adjusted Doomsday prophet?
I also got my first and only "Fuck you" from a prospect who then immediately hung up the phone, but it hold not even the suggestion of a candle to the following recording. I think the woman here is some kind of personification of pure rage, and I feel bad for laughing at someone with such obviously serious issues, but Oh. My. Fucking. God. Just wait for the part when she starts talking about hernias.
YOU ARE A LIFE DESTROYER!
My new job for the last two weeks has been teaching ESL at the summer camp, and although I'm glad of the short hours and valuable non-porn store experience on my resume, the stress level makes me long for the relative peace of the call centre. The kids are wild. Instead of me and 20 12-15 year-olds like I'd been told, there's me, another teacher, and about 40 9-20 year-olds, of wildly varying English abilities. They range from almost fluent to not understanding anything other than "Brad Pitt" and maybe "X-Box."
These kids are extremely rich, extremely undisciplined, and shepherded by a small crew of grossly underpaid teenage chaperones who basically let them do whatever they want. Our field trip to the zoo was an organizational abortion. For starters, most of the kids didn't even want to go. They had a better zoo in Mexico, they said. They'd rather go shopping, they said. I have never in my life seen a group of kids bored at the zoo. They were slumped in apathetic little clusters, munching bags of chips while the FREAKING AFRICAN ELEPHANTS gallivated right behind them. And because they were uninterested in the animals, they preferred to just wander off rather than take a tour; trying to keep them together was like herding cats. Blind, deaf, intoxicated cats. One chaperone bowed out after ten minutes and just parked her ass at the entrance of the zoo waiting for the day to be over. After about an hour of me being the only one who seemed to care if somebody got eaten by a hippopotamus, I too gave up. I think they all got back to their homestay eventually.
Since the update has been largely me bitching, I might as well conclude it in like form: it's not yet nine pm on a Friday in the biggest city in the country. I'm young, single, and have a bit of cash in my pocket. And I'm already in my pyjamas, flicking from one website to another, hoping maybe my sister will call from B.C., which will probably have to be the highlight of my weekend. I'm as bored as a wealthy Mexican schoolgirl, it seems.
yup, it's friday night and i'm sitting aroudn in my pyjamas, trying to find the willpower to write a 2-300 word article for the school paper (art review) that's due like a.s.a.p. and then when that's done i'm watching some project runway i downloaded and then i'm going to bed. GO EXCITING LIFE GO!
I knew growing up wasn't going to be as much fun as people said it was. I knew it.
You know what sucks the most about being grown up? Washing dishes and cleaning the apartment.
I'm also not a fan of phone bills, calloused feet, and the fact that hugging stuffed animals no longer soothes my crippling loneliness.
For a while I thought the orgasms were going to make adulthood worth the effort, but even they have proven to be few and far between.
ehhh, phone bills aren't bad but utilities bills in february suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. good thing i have heat included now!
oh, getting up hella early every day to go to work also sucks. i just want to put that out there.
bills suck. i'm working on my foot calluses. live animals still do the trick. orgasms are hard to come by no matter what time zone you're in.
this post made me smile several times, however.
Hey you, you BC hippie girl! It's good to hear from you!
this post made me smile several times, however.
Then my work here is done.
Yeah who ever said summer was the season for love? The loving I'm getting few and far between from my man and the most I'll remember about this summer is spending hours behind glass doors sliging coffee at people hoping they'll eventually go away.
|Date:||July 23rd, 2006 03:19 pm (UTC)|| |
If you slung coffee at me I would totally go away. Ouch! And y'know, I like summer for the non-school aspect, but I prefer the weather and atmosphere of spring and fall. Fall seems a very romantic season to me somehow. Maybe I'll get lucky (in both senses of the phrase).
dude, did those kids also get taken to a blue jays game? because one of my friends went to see them play the yankees and said there was a group of really disaffected-seeming kids who started chanting "mexico" instead of "go jays". that would be really random if it was your esl group.
anyway, it sucks that working with them is so frustrating - but on the plus side, at least you got to go to the zoo?
Yes! They went to the Jays game on Friday. That's hilarious that their attitude was so obvious.
...Do you want to hang out or do something sometime? Maybe even tonight? My boredom is spurring me on to unprecedented fits of spontaneity.
it really is - it didn't come up at first, but when i asked if these kids had looked really jaded and bored, my friend said yes IMMEDIATELY. yikes.
and not to reply incredibly late or anything, but i would definitely like to hang out - my week's been kind of crazy, but i'm going to see potc2 with a bunch of people tonight, if you're interested. (and if you get this in time - eep!) i'll put my phone number in a locked lj post, so call me if you can!
Thanks for the interest, but I've gone home for the weekend and am writing you from a real live suburban basement with authentic wood panelling and a semi-shaggy carpet. I also saw POTC2 (and heh, that could just as easily be the acronym for Passion of the Christ II: The Jesusing) with Emily and Mel a little while ago - it roxxored, and be sure to stay til the very end of the credits for the last scene. Maybe we can do something this week coming, though?
Do you mind if I cite you as a reference on my passport application form? They want somebody who has known me for 2+ years who can vouch for my identity. You may or may not actually be contacted. I would really appreciate it if you could!
p.s. if you do agree, could you send me an email with your current full address, home telephone number, and business phone # if you have one? i need that for the damn forms.
I'm happy to do it but the passport people might have a hard time getting a hold of me because my answering machine here in TO is broken. Also, do you want my current TO info or the info from my permanent/mailing address in Burlington? Also, what's your email again?
*is possibly more trouble than she's worth*
Either address is fine, I would assume that any mail that gets sent to you in Burlington arrives in your hands in a timely fashion? Right? Right?
I can give them your email address as well as your phone number, with your permission of course, to avoid the answering machine issue. But I do need to provide a phone #.
So, what I need, to recap:
-Either address of yours, provided you get mail sent to Burlington in a timely fashion
-Your phone # in TO, your email address of choice
-Your undying love
my email address is 3vc2 at qlink dot queensu dot ca!
thank you again, so so so much.
I sure did, thank you so much!
hey, are you still alive?
anyway, you remember Dave Knight? Who trailed me like a forlorn puppy for a while in Grade 10? Who sued the school board? You know.
Yeah, he just requested to add me as a friend on Facebook. WTF?