So after a week of hacking my lungs out in bed while doped up on tylenol, and having missed out on that oh so exciting world of correlation matrixes and Bonferoni corrections, I decided I'd had enough. Tylenol, soup, 16 cans of gingerale and Dr. Phil (Are You My Baby's Father?) had done absolutely nothing to help me ( Read more... )

Half the world has probably seen this already, but you should watch it again.

Jesus fucking Macabees, why the hell do I write in this thing anymore? Everyone from high school moved to Facebook EONS ago. Not sure whether I do it out of boredom or habit or because I enjoy looking at my Doctor Who icon ( Read more... )

It took 6 years of shitty retail jobs to find a half decent person to work for, but it was well worth it. At long last, a non anal retentive boss. This is an actual quote from yesterday's office meeting ( Read more... )

Diana's latest obsession is DOCTOR WHO ( Read more... )

My computer is back!

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Boss asked me if I was interested in staying on with the census to be in the next round of harrassers! If all works out, I spend the next couple of months sitting in front of people's doors for hours at a time waiting for them to show up. Here's to my lawnchair, lemonade, book, and 12 dollars an hour for doing virtually nothing!

I have a fucking identity badge. I can walk into the Stats Can office without being given the third degree. I can walk into peoples' homes and tell them if they don't do what I say, they can be prosecuted, I am the government, your personal big brother, the census is not optional BIOTCH. It's been 2 days and I'm already drunk off the power!!! ( Read more... )

Today I got paid one and a half times what I do at Food Basics for sitting in a plushy chair in the Veterans Affairs Office for 6 hours. Boss seems pretty hard core - wants us to meet him everday to give in questionnaires we've done. Ran over to Food Basics to tell manager I can only work mornings now, and she attempts to THREATEN me with only " ( Read more... )

Good Lord, the stupidity of people never ceases to amaze me. While working the end of a shift, I was accosted by "The Riggattone Man", a rather portly gentlemen who comes in periodically from the States half an hour after the store closes to rail on about how its imperative we open the door for him so he can get his ten pounds of pasta, which he ( Read more... )