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
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
"Are you bringing anything for the sweets party Friday afternoon?"
And other outlandish statements.
So this morning my place here is further reinforced by a coworker (the same one as many of the previous attacks to my worth here). She asks me and Diane if we are bringing anything for Friday afternoon. We explain that we are only here in the morning and she looks surprised. "Oh I forgot you guys were only here in the morning!"* She then states "Oh Dawn**, you're not even here on Fridays!" to which I reply, "I work everyday now. I leave at 1 with Diane. You haven't noticed me here everyday for the past month?" To which I get "No I haven't actually. I suck".
Yes, yes you do.
Work, often you blow. Today you proved just how much.
We move in 7 days and we haven't really started the packing yet. I'm starting to get concerned. I'm going to go back to Dan's after work and get some packing done while he's at work. He isn't motivated to do it (although I don't know why not) so I'm just going to get started now.
I want this day to be over so badly it kills me. Another 2.5 hrs. Ugh.
That is all
*doesn't seem to notice us walking past her, staying "bye have a good day" from the elevator everyday at 1pm
**astonishingly remembers my name; although last name still questionable
So this morning my place here is further reinforced by a coworker (the same one as many of the previous attacks to my worth here). She asks me and Diane if we are bringing anything for Friday afternoon. We explain that we are only here in the morning and she looks surprised. "Oh I forgot you guys were only here in the morning!"* She then states "Oh Dawn**, you're not even here on Fridays!" to which I reply, "I work everyday now. I leave at 1 with Diane. You haven't noticed me here everyday for the past month?" To which I get "No I haven't actually. I suck".
Yes, yes you do.
Work, often you blow. Today you proved just how much.
We move in 7 days and we haven't really started the packing yet. I'm starting to get concerned. I'm going to go back to Dan's after work and get some packing done while he's at work. He isn't motivated to do it (although I don't know why not) so I'm just going to get started now.
I want this day to be over so badly it kills me. Another 2.5 hrs. Ugh.
That is all
*doesn't seem to notice us walking past her, staying "bye have a good day" from the elevator everyday at 1pm
**astonishingly remembers my name; although last name still questionable
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
How To Wreck My Day...
But first:
To the man on the 102 bus this morning wearing the grubby work clothes:
Thank you for brushing the seat off before you got off the bus. That was very thoughtful to other riders. Hats off to you sir.
On to wrecking my day...
I came into work with a smile on this morning. I was actually grinning from ear to ear walking through the Path to get to work from the subway. I was feeling great; got lots of sleep and excited to start packing today when I get back to Dan's and I get to work and it's all over. I sit at my desk (which has been rearranged by my coworker who sits here when I leave) and I realize my chair is different. In fact, this is not my chair at all. Someone snagged it because they wanted it.
Now I do care about the chair (I have knee problems and I found a chair that doesn't hurt my knee too much) and I liked it. But under it all, it's not about the chair. It's about the level of respect I get here. At my other job I work as a dishwasher, make the same pay, and get more respect. Why should anyone respect me here when the general overall attitude toward me is 'she's just data entry part time. her job doesn't really matter'. Touching on a similar incident when I wasn't introduced by name to a new employee, but rather "this is data entry. We don't have much to do with them." The particular coworker doing the introduction didn't seem to think that my job is important and they still don't. It's ok.
But next time you think your chair needs upgrading, why don't you run into the president's office and switch his. It's not like his job is very important.
No?
Ya that's what I thought.
To the man on the 102 bus this morning wearing the grubby work clothes:
Thank you for brushing the seat off before you got off the bus. That was very thoughtful to other riders. Hats off to you sir.
On to wrecking my day...
I came into work with a smile on this morning. I was actually grinning from ear to ear walking through the Path to get to work from the subway. I was feeling great; got lots of sleep and excited to start packing today when I get back to Dan's and I get to work and it's all over. I sit at my desk (which has been rearranged by my coworker who sits here when I leave) and I realize my chair is different. In fact, this is not my chair at all. Someone snagged it because they wanted it.
Now I do care about the chair (I have knee problems and I found a chair that doesn't hurt my knee too much) and I liked it. But under it all, it's not about the chair. It's about the level of respect I get here. At my other job I work as a dishwasher, make the same pay, and get more respect. Why should anyone respect me here when the general overall attitude toward me is 'she's just data entry part time. her job doesn't really matter'. Touching on a similar incident when I wasn't introduced by name to a new employee, but rather "this is data entry. We don't have much to do with them." The particular coworker doing the introduction didn't seem to think that my job is important and they still don't. It's ok.
But next time you think your chair needs upgrading, why don't you run into the president's office and switch his. It's not like his job is very important.
No?
Ya that's what I thought.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Challenge
Today's challenge: actually time how long I spend wasting company time. It isn't hard to waste time here but clocking all that time should be fun. I've been here for about an hour and minus the time I spent reading the company newsletter, reading my company emails (2) and google-ing 5 companies to enter, I haven't really done anything. Today is off to a good start.
On the topic of company newsletter, this issue contains a note from our High and Mighty, All Seeing President. I found two grammatical mistakes in said note. I shuddered and giggled smugly at the same time. It was rad.
In other news, Preggers is still here. I was premature in thinking last week would be her last. Today in the elevator she told me she is due in 2 weeks and when she's on maternity leave she wants to volunteer with abused preggers women. Isn't that sweet.//cynical to the max.
When I asked why she is still here if she is due in 2 weeks, she replied that her life is so easy and her husband is a saint.
//throws up a little
Moving on.
It's the start of a new week and so I shall update the countdown. It is 9 days until we move into the new place and I'm excited and terrified. It's going to be an adventure. I can't wait.
I think that is all for now Blogging World. I have to continue fining new ways to waste company time.
Until next time the blogging bug gets me,
The Data Entry Slave/Dishwasher slave (yes I'm living a double slave-life),
Dawnie
On the topic of company newsletter, this issue contains a note from our High and Mighty, All Seeing President. I found two grammatical mistakes in said note. I shuddered and giggled smugly at the same time. It was rad.
In other news, Preggers is still here. I was premature in thinking last week would be her last. Today in the elevator she told me she is due in 2 weeks and when she's on maternity leave she wants to volunteer with abused preggers women. Isn't that sweet.//cynical to the max.
When I asked why she is still here if she is due in 2 weeks, she replied that her life is so easy and her husband is a saint.
//throws up a little
Moving on.
It's the start of a new week and so I shall update the countdown. It is 9 days until we move into the new place and I'm excited and terrified. It's going to be an adventure. I can't wait.
I think that is all for now Blogging World. I have to continue fining new ways to waste company time.
Until next time the blogging bug gets me,
The Data Entry Slave/Dishwasher slave (yes I'm living a double slave-life),
Dawnie
Friday, April 18, 2008
It's Over!
Today is Pregger's last day at work before she pops. All the best to her.
Ok so in reality she is a nice woman. Can get annoying but she's allowed to be I suppose seeing as she's a first time mom-to-be. I hope she does well and the baby is healthy and everyone is happy. I know I will be.//snark
It's Friday!!!* Yay! For me this is really no cause for celebration as I still have to work tonight at tomorrow night. But I do get Sunday off completely. I plan on getting blitzed and gaming all day.
I kinda want to just leave work now. I don't want to stay here until 1pm. There is a pretty dress in Kensington that has my name on it. We need to be reunited sooner rather than later. Like now.
That is all
Dawnie
*I considered putting another ! and then decided that was just a little too much excitement for my current, sleep-deprived state.
Ok so in reality she is a nice woman. Can get annoying but she's allowed to be I suppose seeing as she's a first time mom-to-be. I hope she does well and the baby is healthy and everyone is happy. I know I will be.//snark
It's Friday!!!* Yay! For me this is really no cause for celebration as I still have to work tonight at tomorrow night. But I do get Sunday off completely. I plan on getting blitzed and gaming all day.
I kinda want to just leave work now. I don't want to stay here until 1pm. There is a pretty dress in Kensington that has my name on it. We need to be reunited sooner rather than later. Like now.
That is all
Dawnie
*I considered putting another ! and then decided that was just a little too much excitement for my current, sleep-deprived state.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
It's Thursday?
In this episode, Dawnie thinks the only reason she goes to work to write blog entries....
In other news, one of my favourite bands (see "shameless" blog entry for details) is playing at show at the Docks (I refuse to call it the "sound academy...it''s the Docks people...kinda like the Rogers Centre nee Skydome) at the end of May but I don't think I can go. Now that I work Saturdays, it's hard to plan events taking place on Sat. I could ask for the night off (2 weeks in advance) and it would probably be alright but I asked for a Thursday off to move and my boss didn't seem super thrilled. I don't know what she would say if I wanted a Sat night at the end of May. We are going to be very busy. But then again, there is extra staff on sat night. I'm going to try and swing it. I'll hate myself if I don't go.
It is offically two weeks until we move in to our new place. I can't wait; I'm so excited. I just want to move in already and be done with waiting. I don't like waiting.
I'm sleepy at work which is no surprise, although I did get up on time and was out the door on time too. That is odd.
In other news, Dan's room has seen an explosion of clothes, dirty dishes, popcans, and other various forms of clutter. While looking for a paper for work this morning (from the bed: "it's on the floor...but I know where on the floor....), I knocked a pile of dishes off the desk, some of them landing on me, others landing on the floor or each other. Chipped a glass and a plate and spilled some mystery liquid (I think it's old coffee from one of the cups) on me and the floor. It was rad. We are cleaning the whole room on Sunday from top to bottom.
I don't think I have anything else to rant about this morning. I may add more as I become more and more bored with this project I'm work on.
Until then,
peace out
Dawnie
In other news, one of my favourite bands (see "shameless" blog entry for details) is playing at show at the Docks (I refuse to call it the "sound academy...it''s the Docks people...kinda like the Rogers Centre nee Skydome) at the end of May but I don't think I can go. Now that I work Saturdays, it's hard to plan events taking place on Sat. I could ask for the night off (2 weeks in advance) and it would probably be alright but I asked for a Thursday off to move and my boss didn't seem super thrilled. I don't know what she would say if I wanted a Sat night at the end of May. We are going to be very busy. But then again, there is extra staff on sat night. I'm going to try and swing it. I'll hate myself if I don't go.
It is offically two weeks until we move in to our new place. I can't wait; I'm so excited. I just want to move in already and be done with waiting. I don't like waiting.
I'm sleepy at work which is no surprise, although I did get up on time and was out the door on time too. That is odd.
In other news, Dan's room has seen an explosion of clothes, dirty dishes, popcans, and other various forms of clutter. While looking for a paper for work this morning (from the bed: "it's on the floor...but I know where on the floor....), I knocked a pile of dishes off the desk, some of them landing on me, others landing on the floor or each other. Chipped a glass and a plate and spilled some mystery liquid (I think it's old coffee from one of the cups) on me and the floor. It was rad. We are cleaning the whole room on Sunday from top to bottom.
I don't think I have anything else to rant about this morning. I may add more as I become more and more bored with this project I'm work on.
Until then,
peace out
Dawnie
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