Not that this explains the uh, too revealing positions this article makes reference to, but it does prove what anyone with an IQ of 1.5 already realizes. Cellebrities, particularly those of the hollywood variety, are a bunch of goddamn liars. And next, official confirmation that gas prices are only inflated because no one says they can’t be. I wish I’d kept my Captain Obvious award for the year.
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And now, the media acknowledges what the average Joes have known for ages.
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What’s your thinking style?
I only post this now because I didn’t have time to this morning.
Your Dominant Thinking Style: Experimenting
You’re all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them.
You see life as your lab – and you’re always trying out new things, people, and ideas.The master of mix and match, you’re always coming up with unique combinations.
You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.
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Oh how I sometimes despise thee.
I should have taken this morning as an indication. First, as I said last night one of the buses I need for my insanely early shift doesn’t run as early as I need it to, so I’ve had to improvize my way through figuring that out. Needless to say it worked, I’m still alive, and all is well. But it still should have been an indication. And then, when the bus driver apparently couldn’t find my stop near the office (it’s that hard to miss?), I should have been paranoid. Even if he *did* end up just making it easier on me and dropping me off at the corner instead. But no, I continued to be unsuspecting. Now, here’s where I get the good old fashion disclaimer out. I don’t mind foreign people in the slightest. In fact, conversationally, I have absolutely no problem with them. Professionally, as well, so long as I’m not the poor soul who has to deal with it on a daily basis. Well, I get on the bus to come home, I must have told him the stop I need to get off at about 5 or 6 times. This guy has an accent, presumeably Indian or so but I’m a poor judge of accents, but that doesn’t even raise the usual red flags with me. The telling him 5 or 6 times was a little irritating, but I was willing to just let it go since the bus *was* fairly crowded. He may not have heard me. But apparently he did, all 5 or 6 times. And when we’ve gone a ways past it, he finally admitted he couldn’t see the stop. *That* irritated me to no end. My first thought was he was new to the route, or to the job, even, but someone else quickly disproved that theory by signalling in advance they wanted to get off at the next stop we were passing. And wouldn’t you know, he just about missed that one, too. I was gonna say something, but the guy who’s stop almost got missed beat me to the punch, so I figured I’d be nice. This time. All told, I ended up about 20 minutes out of my way, waiting for the bus that goes in the other direction so I could actually get back to my stop. Now, again, I have all kinds of respect for the foreign folk. Really, I do. But it’s stupid fucking morons like that that really make me reflexively cringe when I hear an accent that almost resembles the Quicky Mart guy off the sympsons. I may not be able to see, but assuming, just for the sake of argument, he actually *was* new, did it really not occur to him to ask? I know which side of the road the street it’s nearest to is on, I know how far past that street the stop is, *and* I know how long it takes me to get from said stop to my apartment, roughly. Not counting a couple minutes here and there if I get turned around. I really like living in Ottawa, and I do like their transit system, but sometimes, I really, really despise their transit system.
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And a small order of progress, please?
Training officially gets underway this morning. In fact, I leave here in… about half an hour to get there. And, somewhat surprisingly, at least to me anyway, I’m not as nervous about being there as I was yesterday. Not as excited either, but… still, not as nervous. Now, I think, I’m more nervous about screwing up the new route I have to take, since the bus I just yesterday actually figured out doesn’t run as early as I need it to, so now we get to do all manner of improvising. I wonder if I can end up just bumbing a lift off someone tomorrow. It’ll be cheaper, me thinks.
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I got badged!
Unfortunately, that was the most excitement I saw the whole 9 hours or so I was there. Pretty snore first day, really. A little frustrating trying to get from here to there and back again, but when you take into account that I’ve done that particular run a grand total of… 3 times, frustrations are going to crop up. Ah well, like all things new, I’ll be bored of the walk to my bus inside of a week. And on that note, sleep. Because 3:30 (my wake-up call for the next month or so) is gonna come way too fucking early.
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Since when did my apartment become a crash pad?
So, as she’s wont to do, mom decided on like 48 hours’ notice that she’ll be staying at my place tonight for a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. And then, that she’d just kinda sorta wait around ’til I get off work tomorrow night. And then on 3 hours’ notice, apparently my aunt is coming with her. And the point of this is, exactly… what, again? It sure as hell isn’t just for shopping’s sake, I can about guarantee you that much. So that leaves checking on me. Or, kinda, just waiting here just in case I can’t manage to walk from the bus to my own apartment on my own tomorrow. I love my mother, don’t get me wrong… but grah. I did not move to Ottawa so she could check up on me. And I certainly didn’t move to Ottawa so I could have more people over than I have places to put people. Blarg… I want to be working already.
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Hey, the Ontario government *can* do something right.
Not that the idea of not being forced to retire at age 65 will do anything for me, really, seeing as I’m only about… 15 hours and 44 minutes from actually entering the workforce, but it’s nice to know now, when I actually get to be what would ordinarily be considered retirement age, I do actually have the option of *not* retiring. And effective Tuesday, that’ll be the case. I don’t know that it’ll really make a whole lot of difference in the long run, I mean all the important industries (see: doctors etc) already have people who’re working well beyond their retirement age, but now, people like my dad who finally has a job he actually likes, for instance, can retire when they can’t do their job anymore, instead of being told they can’t do their job anymore. File this under it’s about goddamn time. Now, let’s see if we can make it happen federally, eh?
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Somebody stop this train wreck; I want off!
I hadn’t seen the Leafs play a game in a week. Or… something like it. And now, I find myself feeling sorry I saw this mistake. I won’t even call it a hockey game. So what was wrong with this game? Um… let me see.
- All 5 Detroit goals were on the power play.
- Toronto had 13, count ’em, 13 freaking penalties.
- Toronto only managed to score once on their power plays, and sucked the rest of the time.
- Once again, they played 40 minutes of good hockey. Not a bad thing usually, except hockey’s a 60-minute game.
I could go on, but really, it’s way too painful. Though that pain is rather negated by the pain of having lost our 7th game in a row. A smart man would have turned it off after the first period, when they were down 2 nill. But no–not this fool. I thought it might actually show signs of improvement. And for a fraction of a second in the second period, it did. Then, they choked. Then, they rolled over. And then, they gave it up and just died. A month ago this team was awesome. Now, though? I have visions of missing the playoffs again… that’s not good. We already traded coaches. Is the GM next?
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The search requests made me do it…
Kelly Clarkson – Since You’ve Been Gone (please download and save before playing)–what can I say? It showed up in my statistics log. Somehow, searching for this song kinda brought people here. I haven’t a clue how, since it wasn’t ever posted here… ’til now. I did have it kicking around my computer for a bit… maybe it was a hint?
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And on that note…
I would just like to point out I have now managed, somehow, to cross the 500 entry plateau. There’s something to be said for having little else to do. And it only took me… about a year or so.