The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

I didn't actually get a chance to mention this, but it was friday when I actually cracked for the first time. Sitting around unproductively whatever will power I had exerted over the first two weeks disappeared; I logged into livejournal and checked my friends page. It went against every feeling I had about crossing personal and professional lives, but I did it anyways. I don't even remember why but it was probably during the downtime while I was waiting to speak to someone, or check another persons computer. Which, coincidentally, is what I'm doing right now. Waiting for the manager's meeting to end so I can bombard them with questions about things that were assigned to me that I can't get done without them there on the next step. A little more autonomy would be nice, but I can deal. They get out at 12:00 which means I can ask the questions, and then take my lunch break.

I am learning a ridiculous amount of things on this placement, both about myself and the way things are done in offices. I had some trouble adjusting to what I like to call Office Life, or O-Life for short. Maybe even O-Lizzle. I should have seen it coming but I was too preoccupied with other things; I always hit kinks when I'm trying to adjust to being around new people. I don't think I could work in a regular office environment. I'm going to need to try and find that coop placement from the last time that advirtised casual environment complete with a week long Biz Caz Fri and on site tennis courts. It's hard for me to make the bonds required for the O-lizzle in some cases, made worse by the ever present fact that I'm only the temp coop student from Waterloo.

I wouldn't be able to work in a customer support position. Well, that's a little bit of an overexaggeration. If it came down to it I would be able to work the job and I would do a damn good job of it too. I would just prefer not to do it. We live in a world where too many people are using computers and not enough of them know how to use them properly.

This position wouldn't be as straining on me mentally if it wasn't a volunteer position. It's extremely mentally draining to sit at a job for seven or eight hours a day to go home and know that you're not getting paid for it. Let's add on the fact that for the next two weeks I have Emergency First Aid Training from 6:15-7:15; the fact that I have friends getting paid $17-18 an hour at jobs that they claim are either boring, require little effort, or both; and the fact that I have an extremely well flourishing scene life to attend to. And damn is it a flourishing scene life.

As of this weekend I've met all of the people I had seen around at the clubs constantly that were part of the crowd, and in the short period of time I've exeperienced more than enough drama to last me for the next month. I have three friends wandering around downtown, possibly homeless: one permanently as of right now, one possibly permantently, and the other unable to commute to his job; I have a birthday to go to at 5ive on Wednesday; and a dinner date tonight after Emergency First Aid.

In other news, Abby passed me a livejournal belonging to a one scottage_cheese who has done everything I wanted to do with The Mike Haddad Show and does a damn good job of it too. I'm dropping off MikeCam1 at Torie's tonight with the manual so she can figure out all the advanced shutter functions, etc., for the next big Mike Haddad Show Project. Now I'm going to lose the pants and go back pon bed, pon floor, against wall. You can leave a message and I'll call you when I'm done.