Friday, January 31, 2003

One more thing - I saw pickled fingers today.
Will this never end? My boss called me today to let me know he's been really busy, and hasn't been to the bank yet. He'll go Monday (or so he says). I said he should be able to phone the bank and have it stopped - but he refuses to admit that this is a possibility. In the meantime, I have no dough. Now I must hope and pray that nobody manages to scam the bank and cash it. It's made out to me, and I didn't endorse it - so it should be safe.

The part that really pisses me off is that I'm convinced that my boss is trying to "teach me a lesson." He's fond of "lessons." When a former employee quit at the last minute over the holidays, my boss post-dated his cheque until March - and said "don't lose it, because I won't replace it." That's illegal on so many levels, but I'm sure that the guy won't do anything about it.

So much to type - and yet I just can't.

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Update on the moolah issue: I talked to my boss, and he's going to go cancel my old cheque, and write me a new one. Unfortunately I hafta (according to him, and I'm not really arguing with this) pay the stoppage fee. I'm hoping it's not more than $10 or $15. If it is... I'm going to call his bank and double check that he's not screwing me over (moreseo than usual).

So, in slight reference to Paul's entry earlier - I am a multitasker, a quick thinker, have a broad skill base, and am 9 weeks away from having a degree in Communication from SFU. Someone out there must need my skills! Someone hire me please so I can escape the madness!
A funny thing happened on the way to the bank....

I lost my paycheque. fuck.

Thankfully, I don't depend on my cheques as my sole source of income (it's a supplement to my student loan) but it'll certainly affect the way I live for the next little while until it's replaced. The thing is, I'm not sure if my crazy boss will look too kindly on replacing it. He's kindof an ass that way. If he refuses, I will of course, quit on the spot, and make some trouble for him - but that will also result in me being totally out of a job.

Looks like time to get comfy with my new neighbours - the proverbial rock and hard place.

Monday, January 27, 2003

I should really be reading a book for class tomorrow instead of typing here, but I'm doing laundry, and 35 minutes is just long enough to get into the book and be interrupted. So I will update here instead. I'm not a huge football fan, but apparently enough people are that it merited my boss closing down for the day due to the total and utter lack of business. This gave me a much anticipated Sunday off!

I did indeed go to watch the game, but didn't find it terribly exciting. After that, we headed out to Roosters to celebrate a friend's birthday. Now Roosters on a Sunday used to be a really cool place. Their Sunday night house band, the APB are one of my favorites, and the lead singer used to be my neighbour. Sundays there were really laid-back and about 15 of us would congregate there once a week very casually, have some $2 Coronas and $5.25 Malibu triples, and chill. Sundays now are their busiest night of the week - due in large part to the drink specials - and it's really changed the atmosphere. I think every slutty girl looking to get really drunk for really cheap and be taken home by an equally slutty guy in the entire area from Mission to Burnaby ends up going to this bar on Sundays. Needless to say, things ain't what they used to be.

Yesterday though, the planets aligned and most of the "old crew" were able to make it out. Felt just like old times. I also managed to weasel out of being the designated driver for once - which made it extra fun! It's kindof a sad feeling though, that we're all growing up. We're graduating college or university, getting married, having babies, moving away.... I shouldn't feel this old yet! It's also nice in a way though. Now that we're growing up, we've left behind a lot of the pettiness and silly juvenile behaviour - and I think that if we maintain these friendships now, they'll be the kind that last forever. And that's a great feeling.

Sunday, January 26, 2003

okay. so i come back from the gym and i'm all sweaty and gross and all i can think of is how badly i need some breakfast. i head to the kitchen, and whip up some toast and a quick ham and cheese omelette (this is going somewhere - i promise). i sit down infront of the computer, and begin to chow down while i read my e-mail when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a HAIR!

for those of you who don't know - i am in the process of going from Halle Berry short hair to something longer (i've reached shoulder length) - and the consequence of having longer hair is that you shed more.

so here's the dilemma. is it wrong that i'm totally not grossed out by my own hair in my food - but get totally crazy about someone else's?

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