So I finally get around to opening the letter someone stuck in my door last night, uh, this morning. And it turns out ye ol’ landlord has decided to up my rent by $25/month. I’m already taking it on the chin a little bit as it is considering this here apartment doesn’t come with AC and I’m still paying for my electricity on top of that. Ah well, once the employment situation’s been kinda widdled down to something resembling a secure job (I know, it’s a myth, but let me have my goddamn dream.), I’ll tackle the apartment situation. For now though, the place isn’t exactly half bad. One bedroom, easy to clean when I’m motivated enough to do so, and built in such a way that on the nicer days I can open up the windows and pretty much have a breeze wherever I happen to be. Still though, I’m not getting a whole lot out of this rent hike. Which means I’ll be apartment hunting by summer provided job hunting pans out by then. They say bad news comes in 3’s. Well, I’ve got 2.
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Bleh.
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Muuuuuuch better.
Finally out of the office and in the relative safety of my apartment. There is recently ordered food soon to be enroute. Life is good again. If I never have to do something like that again it’ll be way too soon. And now: baseball, soon to be food, and talk at people on IM. Or not. Depends how lazy I feel.
PS: If anyone’s up for a road trip to Ottawa the alcohol’s on me.
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Siiigh.
“My CD-ROM doesn’t work. It must be Dell’s fault.” This isn’t looking entirely too pretty. … I could be here a while.
Edit: Well, I may not be here all night at least. CD-ROM isn’t the problem. And her media card reader’s probably fine, too. Computer illiterate people who order heavy duty multiple thousand dollar machines piss me off.
Edit 2: On the other hand, I just might be. If people IM me and I don’t answer, they aren’t being ignored. Some people just don’t take “you’re a moron now suck it up” for an answer.
Edit 3: *Finally*. Screw you guys, I’m going home. Only an hour and a half late.
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Things one should not do on one’s lunch hour.
Sift through one’s regularly read blogs, discover the same 3 quizzes scattered throughout said blogs, and immediately start wondering “Should I do that too, or…?”. I really, really need to find something to distract me. Back to fanticising about a wicked awesome beast of a computer I will never aford in my lifetime. But hey, I do have a birthday coming up…
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What I’d do if I wasn’t so goddamn poor/cheap/otherwise unwilling.
I’d go buy me one of these. Hardcore geeks, please try not to cream yourselves.
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Random thought happenings, in list format.
- Still way too damn cold for this time of year out there. Winter go die in a fire.
- Tried getting a hold of the tax people this morning. It was busy. Go figure. I shall have to harass them throughout the day.
- Someone on my flist was surprised I actually have an opinion on, like, *everything*. They, obviously, don’t read my randomness. Their loss.
- Note to people driving the 160 into Kanada. If you ever get *that* close to me again, you had better be female. And sexy. That one will not be elabourated on. Cope.
- I forgot how tedius applying for jobs actually is. I think I’m gonna start seeing coming to work as a break from looking for work.
And a little something not list-worthy but still worthy of mention. I’ve given serious thought, as in nearly filled out the application, to just hooking up with a temp agency and seeing what they can find for me starting, say, July-ish. I’ve gotten a couple different recommendations for if I wanted to go that route, a few of them from murlynns_view, and figure y’know, since I’ve got as much a chance through them as applying direct to companies, it’s worth some consideration. And so, I consider. Opinions are welcome. Hell, I can’t be the only person with a thing or 3 to say.
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Canada’s tax system hates me.
Okay, small correction. Canada’s online tax *filing* system hates me. I tried filing my crapola online so they can get around to paying me the money I’m owed, and their system is telling me some stupid form I know they have isn’t on my file. So now I get to call them up, while on my way to or on break while at work, and blast someone royally for screwing up. And then I get to escentially tell them to either fix their shit or get my return mailed in late because I have to basicly have that form re-filled out and mailed in with the return. Is it really considered a bad thing when after a year of living on your own, you’re still sorting crap out from when you were with your parents? I know the answer, but y’know. It’s always nice to double check. I’ll probably still find things tying me to my parents when I’m 30 but that’s kind of a fact of life, or something. Anyway. Awake, it’s Thursday, I have to work, I don’t *want* to work, and government entities are pissing me off. Things are normal in the life of James. Guess I can’t complain then.
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Are you a risk taker?
Close your eyes and hold on tight, ‘cuz if it looks good, I’m gone.
Your Risk Taking Level: Medium
What’s life without a few risks?
You’re willing to be daring when the time is right.You know that there’s no reward in life without risk.
You just always make sure that you look before you leap.
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Dear winter: fuck off.
It actually dared to drop below the freezing mark last night. And stayed there this morning. Expecting it, I was not. Irritated, I am. Mother nature is quite the bitch. I would like summer back, now, kthnxbye.
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Because it was requested of me. And I just can’t say no.
My dear almadefortitude,
I’m sorry, but after everything you’ve told me you leave me no choice but to say our afair is over. The one time I thought you might actually be honest with me, like when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital, and all you could talk about was how you just couldn’t let go of the idea to pull the clothes off my father. I should be ashamed at how aweful I’ve felt, but really, the truth–oh, what little we know of the truth–is nothing in comparison to that which was revealed when you left your ring beside the results of your blood sample. I never openly mocked you, but that’s hardly prevented you from coming by the apartment building just to call me out for expecting this to go anywhere. Well, now you have your wish; it won’t go anywhere.
Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
James