Daily Offerings: August 2005 Archives

I had a not so pleasant day at work today, and right now I want to just crawl into my bed and not wake up. The president of the company came to speak to me about the Software Recommendations I had submitted for the IT head. With the corporate rebranding in progress I've spent a lot of my time compiling a list of all the software installed on various computers and the hardware that the computers are running. Never mind setting up and administrating the email change over which for god knows whatever reason is far more complicated that it should have been. I've spent most of my time doing simple contact databases when I could have been working on something that would benefit the company at a greater level. This contact stuff should have been done long before the official launch of the new name, after the new software had been purchased and installed. However, it is not my place to openly criticize how people far more educated than myself run their company. I'm just taking all the lessons I'm learning home with me.

But I digress: the meeting with the president. El presidente. I was sitting with him going over the recommendations, finding it far harder to explain them than it should have been (probably due to the fact that I always tense up around people who have the money and power to run companies), when, of all things, my cell phone starts ringing. I'm surprised that I didn't die on the spot, or even go bright red. I just apologized and silenced the phone. Suffice to say the meeting was over quickly after that; I proceeded to phone Justin back and freak out at him. Turns out they were having their own issues that needed dealing with downtown.

I'm not going into detail, because its not my place and for once I'm going to respect that. I'm never getting my $30 back, but for this experience I figure it was worth it. I will talk about how upsetting some of the recent developments have been for me. Chris and I have been fighting; I don't even know over what. It's upsetting. Now he's downtown and inviting asking what I'm doing and talking about how much fun they're having down there, when they all know good and well that if I was to attempt to make it down there that I would die somewhere between Grand Blvd. and Ford Drive. I wouldn't make it onto the QEW, that much is for sure. I'm not positive he's trying to make me, although I'm pretty sure he is, and it's working.

I plan on reorganizing the side bar. I've added in a thing with the most recent comments, and as soon as I can I'm going to set up a second side-blog detailing the updates about The Mike Haddad Show Events. Technorati Support FINALLY emailed me back saying my blog was miscategorized and I should now be able to claim it. Well not yet, but I can wait a little bit. I mean, Technorati doesn't do me that much good except for show me who has links pointing to me (and according to blogshares there aren't many anyways [I'll be adding more shares for purchase as soon as they fix the discrepancy]).

I had my first Bronze Medallion class today, which was not so pleasant for no reason other than the fact that the Quiznos' I had shoveled into my stomach before hand in an attempt to get something into my system. Well that was a big mistake, because after doing the first 10 lengths in the endurance swim all the Quiznos wanted to do was get OUT of my system, leaving me with a splitting headache and the feeling of vomit moving around my digestive system if I shifted positions for the next 30 minutes. It wasn't pleasant. I have to say that there was one really cute boy in my class. As inappropriate as it is to mention said fact (I'm sure Chris will have a fit), I felt it necessary. Not that anything would ever happen. Unless I suddenly take up the habit of seducing boys that are younger than me, in which case you can expect that it will not only be pon bed, pon floor, against wall, but probably across bench, over desk and in car too. But that's unlikely because you all know that I don't think ANY of you are ready for THIS jelly.

I'm not joking. I'm getting really out of shape. My arms and chest are shrinking down and my stomach is bloating out. This phenomenon does not seem to be something I'm suffering alone either; Adam and a few other friends have mentioned going through the same thing. I guess its time to start going back to the gym again. Now its only a matter of finding free time, and I dare you to try and add working out into my schedule (work 8-3:30; bronze medallion 4:00-6:15; food and sleep). I found a note my mother had left me from god knows when in the back of my Half-Blood Prince. It was about phoning Family Fitness to book a test, or something. I guess I'll just book it for Sunday.

I sent my mother an email with the link to the camera I want from my parents for my birthday. Now its just a matter of not bankrupting the family because I want a camera. Granted, I'd totally pay for it if I get a good coop job for the fall term. I'm tired, and not funny. I'm going to go shower before work. If someone gets me a 'Being Funny for Dummies' I promise I'll try harder.

Slacking is apparently what I do best right now. I'm not exactly proud of the sketching either, but it happened and I'm dealing with it. I had a good time over all though, whether or not the sketch is included. I definitely felt really good the day after, even if I was up all night before hand. Now that I've started going to 5ive, I've come to appreciate a bunch of things, the top two being my bed and having money for food. College Night has better music than Bitch Slap, but I was also in not so good of a mood during Bitch Slap (and I was also rather intoxicated too). Its started to get incredibly busted just cracking around downtown with friends. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my friends; we've spent so much time together in the last two weeks that people are starting to call us a clique. Walking around the village in circles just isn't what I want to do with all of my time.

On to a hopefully more grammatically correct and understandable paragraph about what the original point of this entry was. Aside from the fact that I've been too busy to even blog (which goes to show you just how busy I am if I can't even blog), I want to send my slightly sincere condolonces about any voicemails I may have left people. They were apparently extremely amusing to listen to, even if I stopped halfway through to talk about the weather or to mention the fact that my hands/legs/body were/was shaking. Just thinking about it now gives me shivers.

I have a whole whackload of doctors appointments coming up. All that basically means to me is a day where I don't go in to work, and I might get to sleep in a little bit. Specialist appointments are not-so-tentatively scheduled for 11, 17, and 23 August 2005. And for those of you who don't already know, I work Monday to Friday, and then I have various lifeguarding courses. When I'm not doing these things, I'm either sleeping or out on other prearranged plans. So don't expect to see me, and don't get upset when you don't see me.

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.