In this episode, a new employee joins the data entry crew....
I forget her name and I know nothing about her but I thought it was proper to introduce a new employee to the blog. With this addition it takes our cozy crew of 4 (the world is made for groups of 4) to 5. I'm not sure how I feel about this yet but I will keep the blogging community updated as the situation develops.
It's raining. I think it's the first real spring rain we've had all season. This makes me very happy. I even brought out Pink Coat for the occasion. Possibly the best coat ever made by anyone (coughzellarscough), it is the best pink and has the best buttons. <3 pink coat.
In other news, we are going to sign the lease for our apartment this afternoon. This, blogging friends, makes me so excited and scared and just awesome. I can't wait to move in next month. I also can't wait for exams and school to be over and done with. Stressful week.
I think that is about all for now. I only work mornings now so my day goes by faster. It is still a struggle to stay awake but for not as long. lol.
That is all
Dawnie
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Phone
In this episode, Dawnie rants about other random things that annoy her about her office.
*but before that, donuts in the kitchen this morning...yum*
Ok, my office is super relaxed and for the most part friendly (exception: bossman) but small things annoy me here. Aside from the obvious preggers saga, there is the almighty phone (and its excessive use).
I know the phone is an important part of an office atmosphere and essential to business in the 21st century but have legs really become so obsolete that we no longer walk to our co-worker's desk, we have to call them on the phone? It's sad people when I can hear both people talking on the phone to each other in the office. If you want to talk to your friend (just to say "hi do you want to grab lunch together today?"), use it as an excuse to wander through the office and give your legs a stretch. I do it even if I'm not talking to a friend. Try it sometime.
That is all
Dawnie
*but before that, donuts in the kitchen this morning...yum*
Ok, my office is super relaxed and for the most part friendly (exception: bossman) but small things annoy me here. Aside from the obvious preggers saga, there is the almighty phone (and its excessive use).
I know the phone is an important part of an office atmosphere and essential to business in the 21st century but have legs really become so obsolete that we no longer walk to our co-worker's desk, we have to call them on the phone? It's sad people when I can hear both people talking on the phone to each other in the office. If you want to talk to your friend (just to say "hi do you want to grab lunch together today?"), use it as an excuse to wander through the office and give your legs a stretch. I do it even if I'm not talking to a friend. Try it sometime.
That is all
Dawnie
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Shameless
In this episode, Dawnie shamelessly plugs for her favourite progressive rock band...
Ok so I know everyone always says "This is my fave band! Listen and love!", and I know it's really annoying. But hear me out people. This band is amazing. Like nothing you've ever heard (unless you listen to a lot of Pink Floyd) and I love them. This band, as I'm sure everyone is wondering, is Coheed and Cambria. *Cheers*
The story behind the band, the music, and the name is also entertaining. The wiki entry is pretty good. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coheed_%26_Cambria if you are interested. Seriously though, go listen to this band. I want to have Sanchez's babies. A lot of crazy-haired babies.
I've said too much.
Carry on.
Ok so I know everyone always says "This is my fave band! Listen and love!", and I know it's really annoying. But hear me out people. This band is amazing. Like nothing you've ever heard (unless you listen to a lot of Pink Floyd) and I love them. This band, as I'm sure everyone is wondering, is Coheed and Cambria. *Cheers*
The story behind the band, the music, and the name is also entertaining. The wiki entry is pretty good. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coheed_%26_Cambria if you are interested. Seriously though, go listen to this band. I want to have Sanchez's babies. A lot of crazy-haired babies.
I've said too much.
Carry on.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Preggers Pt. 2
The never-ending preggers lady saga continues...
In this episode, Dawn still doesn't give a shit.
That is all
In this episode, Dawn still doesn't give a shit.
That is all
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Child
I am a child in an adult world
Or so this is how I feel today at work. I don't belong in this office. I don't belong in the corporate world. I hate my job.
The head boss-man (for other anecdotes regarding this person, see earlier blog entry "Fail") hates me and finds me disrespectful. Isn't that great? It's really easy to be accepted in your job and treated like you belong at a company (being the youngest here by far doesn't help) when the guy signing the cheques hates you. Oh yeah!
One of the administrative assistant type people came and discreetly talked to me about it. It is terribly embarrassing to be told that the pres of the company has made comments about you to your co-workers. That made me feel like a child. A bad child. They should just send me to my room without dessert and be done with it.
How can a boss that everyone calls by his first name expect me to call him Sir when I speak to him. If he is that concerned with respect in the office, why does everyone walk around here calling him by his first name? It doesn't make sense to me. Unless it is only a rule that children must address him as such.
Dawnie thinks she is going to look for another job. Bossman has been on my case before. Maybe I am too young to be in this type of world.
March has started off well.
Carry on.
Or so this is how I feel today at work. I don't belong in this office. I don't belong in the corporate world. I hate my job.
The head boss-man (for other anecdotes regarding this person, see earlier blog entry "Fail") hates me and finds me disrespectful. Isn't that great? It's really easy to be accepted in your job and treated like you belong at a company (being the youngest here by far doesn't help) when the guy signing the cheques hates you. Oh yeah!
One of the administrative assistant type people came and discreetly talked to me about it. It is terribly embarrassing to be told that the pres of the company has made comments about you to your co-workers. That made me feel like a child. A bad child. They should just send me to my room without dessert and be done with it.
How can a boss that everyone calls by his first name expect me to call him Sir when I speak to him. If he is that concerned with respect in the office, why does everyone walk around here calling him by his first name? It doesn't make sense to me. Unless it is only a rule that children must address him as such.
Dawnie thinks she is going to look for another job. Bossman has been on my case before. Maybe I am too young to be in this type of world.
March has started off well.
Carry on.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Your World
The subway is lonely tonight and for the first time I find myself regretting. Not everything but a few decisions in my life; not for the better. Events that should have happened differently or not at all. People who weren’t worth my time who received far too much of it, and others, craving my affection, shut out and turned down. My subway is lonely. I am lonely. We reflect each other.
The stops go by like events in my life and each one tells me a story. An event. A lifetime. So much of my own history is tied up in the rails. Waiting to break out, waiting for a chance.
I wanted to kiss you tonight. With the smoke lingering off your lips and that cute roughness (from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep) hanging in your voice. Why didn’t I kiss you? Why do you drive me nuts? You are not the first person who showed me friendship and kindness so why are you the first person who tortures me? I like it.
History repeats itself. It climbs up from the rails and entangles me in memories. It grabs me and makes me uncomfortable. I wish it would leave me alone tonight. I wish it would stay away.
We were hurting for our drug tonight. Something to smoke and hold on to. Tonight could have gone differently and I think you knew it too. Keep it light; don’t go off. Don’t sink too deep. I should have had a hit tonight. Should have given in. I want to. I always want to.
Forbidden and exotic and amazing. You are my Pandora’s box and I want to keep looking. Over and over I want to peer into the cave of secrets. I want to keep lifting the sacred lid and live with my consequences. I want to dive into that world. I want to live in it. I want to be it.
The stops go by like events in my life and each one tells me a story. An event. A lifetime. So much of my own history is tied up in the rails. Waiting to break out, waiting for a chance.
I wanted to kiss you tonight. With the smoke lingering off your lips and that cute roughness (from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep) hanging in your voice. Why didn’t I kiss you? Why do you drive me nuts? You are not the first person who showed me friendship and kindness so why are you the first person who tortures me? I like it.
History repeats itself. It climbs up from the rails and entangles me in memories. It grabs me and makes me uncomfortable. I wish it would leave me alone tonight. I wish it would stay away.
We were hurting for our drug tonight. Something to smoke and hold on to. Tonight could have gone differently and I think you knew it too. Keep it light; don’t go off. Don’t sink too deep. I should have had a hit tonight. Should have given in. I want to. I always want to.
Forbidden and exotic and amazing. You are my Pandora’s box and I want to keep looking. Over and over I want to peer into the cave of secrets. I want to keep lifting the sacred lid and live with my consequences. I want to dive into that world. I want to live in it. I want to be it.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Pregnant Woman
Ok so I know being preggers is supposed to be the greatest experience in your life blah blah blah. I get that. But it gets to be annoying when that's all you hear. I work with a pregnant woman who is, you guessed it, soon to be a first-time mom. That's great! Congrats! I don't want to hear about it anymore. It is getting a little tired. Ugh.
Dear preggers lady,
You remind me of all that I don't want to be. Stop talking about your amazing experience within earshot of me and please, once the kid is born, don't fuck it up too much.
Dear preggers lady,
You remind me of all that I don't want to be. Stop talking about your amazing experience within earshot of me and please, once the kid is born, don't fuck it up too much.
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