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September 08, 2012 10:29PM

Adjustments
  • I was dating Bekki
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


I'm still having a lot of problem adjusting to being home, and back to working full time. I went from working twice a week, to having a whole week off, to working seven days in a row. It's a shock to the system, and the nature of the shifts - the timing, 11 to 7, means that I don't get lunch, I don't get dinner, and it leaves me with no time to do anything in the morning, and no time to do anything at night, and I'm miserable, just completely miserable.


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September 08, 2010 10:43PM

Taking the steps down
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


Alright, so things haven't been going as smoothly as I had hoped for. On the first day of school, after my break, I had my second class, and when I opened my laptop, I noticed all the colors were messed up. White's had interlaced light blue vertical lines through them, blacks had swirling, fuzzy red dots in them, and everything was off. I had to contact HP support via live chat, and he instructed me to strongly press up and down on the lcd panel, which after trying, turned the screen black for a second, and then the colors came back normal. Problem solved.


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September 08, 2005 12:00AM

FIRED!
  • I lived on Grey St.
  • I worked at Stream


So Goga went down to HR; dunno why. Goga asked me before he went if I had any of my paper work (ie. record of attendance basically), I said no. He looked.. strange. Then Goga went down to HR; Methinks I'm getting fired for being late five times instead of four. I think Goga is going to try to talk them into not firing me (aw goga) OR, he's telling them to fire me (fuck goga!). I'm not really nervous... I thank the lithium. That.. or he's just going to get paystubs; that being the most likely.


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September 08, 2004 5:16PM

So Much, So Little
  • I lived with Ben on Cartier
  • I was with Emily


There are a few specific things I want to cover in this entry, since I haven't written one in a few days, I'm getting quite behind and it'll be harder and harder to remember or bring myself to write as time moves on, so I'm going to sit down and try to force some writing out. As I've mentioned time and time again, over and over again, I've been having such a hard time writing lately; such a hard time getting it out of my thick skull and giant noggin, nothing seems to come out when I turn on the tap. There is so much built up inside me, I'm quite certain it's driving me insane. Everything bottled up inside, wanting to come out but having no way to travel... ugh, it's difficult to deal with. Clouds my mind... everything gets in the way and I can't really grasp on to one single thing... I kinda just get a handfull of stuff that all comes out at once and makes no sense...which obviously can cause some problems (for example the first draft of this damn entry)... well, without further delay...

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