Almost Nocturnal

Well I'm awake and have nothing to do because it's almost 5am, and I'm not tired. I decided that I'd start writing a blog again (my old one being on my personal page of the kappa phi website).

I have nothing in particular to write about really, just some small disconnected things. First off it was my birthday on tuesday and it passed with very little ceremony. Shout outs to Tim and Tania for taking me out and the velvet encased alcohol, Dianna for the long distance phone call and and my parents for the cash. I didn't really expect much of a celebration this year, it being on a tuesday and me living so isolated, but it was a bit of a disapointment to be honest. My 18th,19th, and 20th birthdays all involved fairly large parties and definetly a lot of fun, especially toboozening on my 19th and basement drunk Risk on my 20th. It's not that I didn't have a good time with Tim and Tania, I did. I always do. It's that I missed having a large group of people together. And it has nothing to do with gifts. Last year I didn't even accept gifts. I made a point of it. Tonight I'm going to Victor's celebration at Boston Pizza, so maybe I can glob off some of his birthday celebrating. At least there will probably be lots of people there that I know.

God the commercials are loud on the Comedy Channel. I've been noticing that all day. Most stations have the commericials a bit louder than the programming but this is absurd. Normally it wouldn't be a problem but at 5 in the morning I tend to try to keep it down... volume wise.

Two weeks ago I went to a job interview at Rogers Video that I thought went poorly, but wednesday a manager from there called me to tell me that they were very likely going to offer me a job, that all they had to do first was check my references and that they would probably call me back the next day. Well they didn't call me yesterday and I'm a bit concerend. I know it's more than a little premature, I should a least wait until friday afternoon to worry about what nasty things my former employers may have said about me, but you never know. They could be calling me a baby eater. Like Pat Ronzio... If they don't call me today to offer me a job I'm going to call them on monday to find out if they've called my references and find out who's been saying what about me.

I really want this job at Rogers video. It looks like a good deal. I've been in there on friday and saturday night and they're jsut standing around looking for things to do. I want a job where there isn't constantly a list of 20 things that need to be done and 50 customers with 10 stupid questions a piece who refuse to wait for a response. Also a place where the phone isn't constantly ringing would be nice. I've never worked somewhere that got so many phone callls. At Old Navy and Futureshop I was at the front a lot so I answered the calls first and the entire store got a lot less calls than just the electronics department at walmart. The last time I worked right in the two hours before we closed I probably helped maybe 10 customers but I answered 23 phone calls. I counted. That doesn't even include the few calls that Wayne answered. Part of the problem is that a lot of those calls aren't even for the electronics department. The people that direct the calls just don't know where things are in the store and so we get lots of calls for electric razors and electronic toys. I've even gotten calls for toasters and appliaces. Just because something uses electricity, that doesn't make it an electronic. Maybe in 1920, but not anymore. EVERYTHING IS ELECTRIC. Well a lot of things at least. They also pass through a lot of calls for things the store doesn't sell. Projectors, electric typewiters, laptop accessories, full size fridges walmart just doesn't have em. So that's my walmart rant.

I might have to keep the walmart job even if rogers gives me a full time job though. I haven't really saved much money for school. I really went way over board with christmas, and I've been buying myself a lot of stuff since I figured out it was imposible to go to school this year. So saving from now on must be kept to a maximum.

In the last two weeks I've also made getting all my crap together to return to school a priority. It's all sorted out now pretty much. I have a bunch of forms to fill out and I may need to get a couple of letters of reference from professors to be able to enrol in classes for next year but it should be ok. I might have to enrol as a Glendon student but I'll be able to take all my classes at the main campus. As it is it looks like I'll be an English Major again possible with a Drama Production minor. In thrid year I might be able to change my major to Creative Writing, but I might have to find out if that counts as English as a teachable at a Faculty of Education, I do have a long time for that though.

As far as accomodations go, I do have a tentative agreement to live with Melissa Martins. I do hope that goes much more smoothly than my plans with the she-devil of slutsavania (Lisa Hadden). The only thing that came out of that is that I can now say I really hate someone, and not just temporarily. I mean I've told my father I've hated him lots of times but it was always said out of anger and wasn't true in the permantent sense. As far as Lisa Slutden goes though I doubt that I will ever forgive her and since I was trying to learn how to hold a grudge at the time (part of a program to become more assertive and more like patrick in general) it all worked out well cause not only do I hold a grudge, whenever I am reminded of her I secretly wish her a slow painful death. Harsh, I know, but this is the woman who played a very large role in effectively wasting a year of my life. Going by averages she took away 1/72 of my life. That is a lot. And I wont get it back. I'm starting my adult life and career late because of her. I live with my parents and work at walmart right now because of her. Maybe blame isn't healthy or entirely justified, but it is mine.

Ok, my rant is over. My appologies for spewing forth that much hatred. I can't stop once I get started.

Keep on Trangling,
Anthony Pereira

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