I don't know if it is this place or me but I was fully awake this morning and not extremely tired (I also slept from 10pm until 7am) and now I am falling asleep, not even an hour into my work day. I really hate this.
In other news of things I hate, there is a strong possibility I will not be living with my dad and his family for much longer. And there is also possibility for a shouting match tonight...
As I was leaving the house this morning I noticed a couple letters on the kitchen table. Now I don't usually go through the stuff of others but I saw my brother's name on one of them so I looked to see what it was about. Turns out there are 2 letters, one for Brother and one for me. These letters happen to be statements agreeing on rent. They want me to sign a legal document that states I agree to pay rent on the 1st of each month.
Now you all think "Why is she so upset? This doesn't make sense." Ah those who think that are very wrong. This is huge. Not only have we just verbally agreed on rent, but I have made a deal with my father to pay it to him when it is convenient for me, so long as I get it in by the end of the month. And this whole signing legally business is pretty insulting to me. I am not some random tenant who is going to skip out on rent if I am not bound legally; I am his daughter.
Enter yelling match.
I am not going to take his bullshit tonight. I am going to raise my concerns about this and I will make it known that not only do I dislike paying rent and I do not have my own space at all, but I also dislike the idea of signing my life away to my father. I will make a big deal about this because it is a big deal. I will also be looking for a job on the weekends and saving up for first and last someplace else. I do not enjoy living there and I really do not want to put up with the bullshit anymore.
I found a one bedroom basement for 550$. I am going to figure out how to make it work.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I am a horrible blogger. I apologize for not keeping the community updated on my going ons but really, who even reads this thing? *silenece...* Ya that's what I thought.
Moving on...
Dan and I just got back from Montreal on Sunday. We went for a weekend getaway and it was nothing short of amazing. We did a lot of shopping, spent a lot of time laying around the room and got fake-engaged.* It was awesome.
Back at school now and I wish I wasn't. I love school (or at least I say I do) but sometimes I just wish I could go to lectures and not have to read or do essays or have tests. That would make my schooling experience most enjoyable. I would still learn lots, I promise!
I think I'm going to go and continue to study for the test I'm going to fail at 4:30. Wish me luck!
Dawnie
*details on the fake engagement: a few people asked Dan or I if we were going to get engaged on our trip. Seeing as we haven't been together all that long we thought it was funny and the people who know us would figure it was a joke and laugh. This my friends backfired because even people who know us still thought we were actually engaged. It has been an interesting couple of days.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Fail
In this episode, Dawnie gets in trouble at work
So I'm filling in for reception today because the regular girl is sick. I hate reception (anyone I talk to will know this already). Our office is usually pretty dead -- only a few phonecalls a day, one mail delivery and no other visitors. It's not too bad. The only problem I have with reception is I am not told crucial information. Information like 'oh by the way, you MUST screen the president's calls'. That does sound like something that would be important to tell me. Must have forgot.
So the envitable happens: someone calls for the president, asks for him by name, so I transfer. That's what I'm supposed to do. WRONG. The pres comes out of his office and demands to know who I'm transferring to him. He looks pretty mad (and seeing as he's never said a word to me before I'm kinda scared) and snaps at me that I have to screen his calls. Now I understand that he doesn't want to be bothered with calls. I wouldn't want to be bothered with calls either. I'm very sorry bossman. Don't fire me.
I hate being reprimanded at work. For me it is the most degrading experience I've ever gone through. At my first job, I cried the first time I was reprimanded. I don't cry anymore but it pisses me off sometimes.
In the future I will not transfer anyone to Laszlo. Ever.
The annoying data entry girl who screws up,
Dawnie
So I'm filling in for reception today because the regular girl is sick. I hate reception (anyone I talk to will know this already). Our office is usually pretty dead -- only a few phonecalls a day, one mail delivery and no other visitors. It's not too bad. The only problem I have with reception is I am not told crucial information. Information like 'oh by the way, you MUST screen the president's calls'. That does sound like something that would be important to tell me. Must have forgot.
So the envitable happens: someone calls for the president, asks for him by name, so I transfer. That's what I'm supposed to do. WRONG. The pres comes out of his office and demands to know who I'm transferring to him. He looks pretty mad (and seeing as he's never said a word to me before I'm kinda scared) and snaps at me that I have to screen his calls. Now I understand that he doesn't want to be bothered with calls. I wouldn't want to be bothered with calls either. I'm very sorry bossman. Don't fire me.
I hate being reprimanded at work. For me it is the most degrading experience I've ever gone through. At my first job, I cried the first time I was reprimanded. I don't cry anymore but it pisses me off sometimes.
In the future I will not transfer anyone to Laszlo. Ever.
The annoying data entry girl who screws up,
Dawnie
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Headline News
Tonight's Headline Story
Woman, 21, goes postal and murders family in fit of rage.
More details at 11
So the family dynamic (as we're calling it. It should be called pit of hell) is hellish. The house is erupting in a huge, awesome, firey blob of lava goo. (ya i know that last part sucked but what do you want from me?). It really is horrible being in the house right now. Last night all of us (excuding Sara, of course) had a 'meeting' upstairs. Now that really isn't a new thing. We do this all the time. What I hate is the amount of time it takes up. I have an in-class essay to write today (that I didn't prepare enough for), an outline that I keep putting off, and a mountain of reading as usual. I'm not complaining about my school work so I'll get back on topic.
Last night would have been a great time to get some work done. I wasn't at Dan's (although I wish I was... I always wish I was) and I had some motivation to get shit done. I was actually “student Dawnie” for the first time in a long time. So after dinner (which I was worried would be a little stressful...pleased to find it was extremely stressful yay!) I got up and went for a smoke/walk/chat with Lydia to clear my head (and clog my lungs) and get some toxic fresh air. I came back inside ready to work and yelling and screaming and banging things is my reception. Things progressed downward from there. It really sucked. I couldn't concentrate on my work and then I was called upstairs to discuss the problem in the house. Kill me.
Although the above was horrible, I think I'm in the running to finally get my own room. And that would be really awesome if I had a spot to go and just be me. I need that so badly. We'll see what happens. I'll keep the blogging community updated on the room situation. Aren't you all thrilled?
We'll bloggers, I'm gonna get going. The subway is almost at my stop and I really should put Mackie away and my day going* Peace out.
The not quite murderous yet but soon to be
Dawnie
*was written at noon on the subway to school
Woman, 21, goes postal and murders family in fit of rage.
More details at 11
So the family dynamic (as we're calling it. It should be called pit of hell) is hellish. The house is erupting in a huge, awesome, firey blob of lava goo. (ya i know that last part sucked but what do you want from me?). It really is horrible being in the house right now. Last night all of us (excuding Sara, of course) had a 'meeting' upstairs. Now that really isn't a new thing. We do this all the time. What I hate is the amount of time it takes up. I have an in-class essay to write today (that I didn't prepare enough for), an outline that I keep putting off, and a mountain of reading as usual. I'm not complaining about my school work so I'll get back on topic.
Last night would have been a great time to get some work done. I wasn't at Dan's (although I wish I was... I always wish I was) and I had some motivation to get shit done. I was actually “student Dawnie” for the first time in a long time. So after dinner (which I was worried would be a little stressful...pleased to find it was extremely stressful yay!) I got up and went for a smoke/walk/chat with Lydia to clear my head (and clog my lungs) and get some toxic fresh air. I came back inside ready to work and yelling and screaming and banging things is my reception. Things progressed downward from there. It really sucked. I couldn't concentrate on my work and then I was called upstairs to discuss the problem in the house. Kill me.
Although the above was horrible, I think I'm in the running to finally get my own room. And that would be really awesome if I had a spot to go and just be me. I need that so badly. We'll see what happens. I'll keep the blogging community updated on the room situation. Aren't you all thrilled?
We'll bloggers, I'm gonna get going. The subway is almost at my stop and I really should put Mackie away and my day going* Peace out.
The not quite murderous yet but soon to be
Dawnie
*was written at noon on the subway to school
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