Maybe this is me being jaded, or evidence that I'm now the "old guy" at work (one of my Supervisors is younger than my brother :S) but I never cease to be completely unimpressed when a staff member's mother calls me about something related to their son/daughter's pay/working situation/whatever. Even when I worked for Loblaws I would have been ( Read more... )

So, somewhere in the last two weeks I started working 6 day, 50 hour weeks and didn't even notice. I completely forgot what it's like to actually love a job. I've essentially have set about to fix everything that I knew was wrong in the department, but couldn't do anything about over the last three years. That includes trimming a tonne of dead ( Read more... )

I'm not even sure I know who I am anymore.

Fuck

"And this is his 'kiss my ass' song ( Read more... )

Oh....and anyone know anywhere in the GTA that is looking for an experienced lower level manager/supervisor? I am so ready to ditch the current gig. 

Oh....and yeah....I'm moving out sometime between June 1st and 15th. I think my mom may go ballistic (yes, I've told her)

Dear Girl on the Subway. There were several problems with what happened tonight. Allow me to list them ( Read more... )

*Walks into Class* "Do you know the phrase 'To Be Yorked?'...yeah....that just happened to me." - He apparently was having a video sent from Scott to Frost to be shown in class today and it didn't make it ( Read more... )

I NEED to turn my fucking phone off before I get shit-housed drunk. Bad things tend to happen.

So, I emailed all of my grad schools asking if they wanted updated transcripts with my fall term grades, and I get this from UofT.

Unfortunately the decisions for this year have been made, and you are not on the admit list.

That is literally the first I have heard from them. I want to fucking cry