Disconnected

I feel very disconnected right now. I haven't seen my friends in what seems like years and all I do is sit around the house, go for stupid walks, and feel sorry for myself. I miss feeling like I have a social life and that people actually want to be around me for more than an hour. I miss my life.

I'm hoping to get into the warehouse for July so I can start paying off bills and save up some money to help with school in the fall; if I can maintain my spot. York continuously fucks me over and this time it might cost me my places. Sure I can try and re-enroll but I doubt I'll get back into the classes I want. I'm starting to think school isn't worth it; it's so much hassle. I'm going to graduate with a useless degree and end up working shitty jobs or teaching for the rest of my life. Not really what I had in mind.

It's a beautiful day but I'm in a sour mood. No one's here to enjoy it with me. I'm worried about the end of the month (which is coming up really fast) and I'm pretty sure I have a double ear infection.

//post
Dawnie

Final Nail in the Coffin

And so ends a rocky employment at InfoNex. After what happened on Monday, I can no longer work for that prick. He is a horrible employer and I will have no part in making him richer.

I am applying for jobs now and I will collect my paycheque on Friday. So long InfoNex. I hope your clients learn how much of a shit you are and stop attending. You're lucky you're not worth my time or I would file a false sexual harassment charge so fast you wouldn't know what hit you.

The Enraged,

DM

The zombie is starting to take over....HELP!

It's finally Friday but I feel like it has been 2 weeks since last weekend. This has been a very slow week but I've done a lot. Went home to Mom's on Sunday and came home on Monday, worked Infonex everyday but yesterday and worked at the bar Wed through to this Sunday. I'm a tired little kittie.
Kill me.

In other news, the kitten is doing fine and seems to be getting better. His nose and eyes are still running but the vet told me so long as he keeps eating and drinking and playing, there is no reason to bring him in. His little body can fight off infection, it just might take a few weeks. He's getting fat.

We* started organizing our closet and putting the clothes and stuff where it all goes. I'm happy I have my closet back** and I can see my clothes and get dressed with limited fussing. I just wish I had more.

On the topic of clothes, mine were stolen from my dryer in the laundry room in my building. Whoever decided to go shopping in my dryer, sorted through my things and took only what they wanted***. They mostly took the clothes I wear to work at Infonex so getting dressed in the morning is proving to be a little bit of a hassle. The rental office told me I should have had apartment insurance and said there was nothing they could do. I have to start saving some money when I can to buy new clothes. The person took about $200 of my wardrobe staples so it's been quite a bitch putting outfits together.
Fail.

That is all
Dawnie


*meaning I
**We had the kittie in there when we first got him
***how kind

Back under the blanket before hypothermia sets in.

So it's another freezing cold day here at Infonex (inserts crack about hell freezing over), only today I decided to wear my favourite crop pants. Big mistake. My legs must be drapped by my shawl and even a 1 minute walk to the printer sends my body into shock. I'm going to have to get dressed for the weather and bring other clothes to wear at work. This is crazy.

I've decided to find a dentist and make an appointment today. It has been far, far too long. It is horrible but I know deep down it must be done. My teeth hurt. :(

That is all.
Dawnie

Monday Blahs

So it seems we have the Monday blahs. We can't seem to wake up this morning. It really sucks. The office is so cold everyone is wearing their coats and/or scarves to keep comfortable.* That really sucks too. I'm falling asleep at 10:30. This day has not started off well. I'm going home and having a nap after work.

In better news, we got a kitten last week and he is the best thing ever. His name is Loki (Low-Key)** and his is my baby. He's a ginger tomcat and will grow up to be a big, lazy cat. When I figure out how to post pictures (I have forgotten since I stop posting in my old blog), I will post pictures of the little shit. He's bad a lot. But he's really cute.

This office job gets more and more boring each time I come in to work. I don't think I've had an interesting project in the past 2 months at least. I'm bored of it. If it wasn't such a good fit while I'm in school, I would quit and find something exciting. Or at least less boring.

I'm out for the day. I made it. I don't know how.

That is all.
Dawnie


*I'm wearing my pink coat and my Baba shawl and I'm still cold.
**Norse god of mischief. Very fitting.

The Beginning of the End

So we move in like 3 days or so and it's pretty overwhelming. It's also cold in the office. I like dishwashing better.

So the TTC went on strike on Friday night at midnight (technically Sat morning I guess) and thousands were left stranded. They gave us half an hour notice of strike.
Fail.

I managed to get the last train* going East out to Scarberia. I was one of the lucky ones who gets picked up at the station. There were no buses running by the time I got to Warden station. It would have been a long walk to the apartment if Dan didn't drive. TTC you suck balls.** The workers were ordered back to work yesterday. //Cheers while kicking a TTC worker.


*knocking into someone while I ran for the doors as they were chiming. I felt bad.

**With teeth

Falling Asleep Again...

So for this afternoon's party for Preggers (her final send off before she has the brat), the staff thought it would be nice to have balloons in the boardroom. Isn't that awesome?

Fail.

This week has been super duper awesome at Infonex. I was asked if I wanted to go home though; Maeve is very worried about me dying on her due to the balloons*. She made a bit of a fuss and told everyone important (the ones that have private offices on the back wall) about it and told the girls that put the balloons there to keep the door closed** so it wouldn't get into the air too much. I would have taken up her offer to go home if I didn't need the highest possible pay cheque next week. Ugh. Kill me.

In other news, work last night was the deadest it has ever been. For some reason, Thursday nights are so dead she sends us home way early. By 10 we had the kitchen ready to close (even though we have to keep it open until 11) and she told me I could head out. She wanted me to stay and have a drink but I really needed to get home and sleep. We fell asleep almost as soon as we got home from the station. Dan just crashed and I followed soon after. I hope he got up in time to go to work.

There's only a little bit of work left (hour and a half) so I'm going to get some more work done and get the hell out of here. I hope they have a great, latex-filled sweets party this afternoon.
//cynical

Thankfully, that is all for this week.

Dawnie


*If you didn't know, you do now; Dawnie is allergic to latex.

**I've heard it open at least 3 times since.