IRN BRU - Feel Phenomenal

Mmmm Irn Bru.
Ok, Irn Bru has absolutely nothing to do with this post, except that mi novio found my bottle from a couple of days ago in his bag this morning, so I have something tasty to drink while I blog.

Yesterday was pretty much a nothing day; I spent the entire day indoors, applying for jobs and not watching a movie. The day before, however...

I woke up at 8:00am, all set to get dressed and get a bus to my new job for 11:30. Except, as I mentioned in the previous post, my new job made me want to kill myself. So I really didn't want to go. Really, as in, the idea of going made me want to burst into tears and/or hyperventilate. I thought because I'd done telesales before, it would be somehow easier this time. Not so. Actually, it's a lot worse when you know that there is no possible chance of your job improving, ever. So after much deliberation and declarations that I would spend every possible moment looking for a new job, if only I could quit this one, I called the recruitment agent who found it for me and told him thanks, but no thanks. I know there will be a lot of people thinking I'm insane because unemployment is so high and yes, there is a chance that things will get so desperate that I have to go crawling back to the recruitment agency and beg for call centre work, but for right now, relieved doesn't even begin to cover how I feel.

On the subject of British nationals who complain that immigrants are stealing all their jobs: I don't blame you at all for not wanting to work in a call centre, but if you really are willing to do anything, there are a lot jobs available. Also, please stop bitching about immigrants getting paid British pensions as if all the money comes from your taxes. If we immigrants are expected to pay into the pension fund, we have every right to take out of it when we retire. Alternatively, if you don't want us collecting pensions, start petitioning your government to have us pay fewer deductions on our wages.

So, after quitting my job (and setting a new record for least time in employment - not counting the 'voluntary assessment' period at a company that was very vague about themselves right up until they tricked me onto a bus and tried to get me to do door-to-door canvasing), I went with my guy to a shop that was having a kick ass sale on outdoor clothing, so he could buy a really good rain jacket for much less than it was worth. He insisted on getting me a jacket too, despite my protests. It's a really nice jacket ♥

After that, we walked around (in our spiffy new jackets) and handed out CVs to a million different hotels and three or four recruitment agencies.

At one of the hotels, we walked in and I saw a bird stuck in the window and trying desperately to escape. So instead of asking if they had work available right away, I ended up catching this tiny bird and setting him free outside. He was so sweet and soft and scared and I really don't care if I killed any chances of them hiring me by rescuing him (personally, if it were my hotel, I'd hire someone because they'd saved a bird from my lobby).

After CVing, the weather had gotten quite warm, probably because we'd just bought rain jackets. I was extremely excited about this because I'd been dying to go swimming since January, when Spoy and I did the polar bear dip in Jasper. So we went home and I changed into my bathing suit, then we went to the beach. The water was ass cold, but swimming was super fun (although short-lived).

After I got changed back into clothes (+jacket), we walked along the beach, then through the park, went to the grocery store and bought salmon and wine and potatoes, came home and had an amazing dinner.

Now it's bucketing down rain, so I think the job search will be conducted mostly indoors today. In either case, it's definitely shower time soon.

Boo!

I'm at work right now, which means I really shouldn't be blogging, but it's 7:30am and the loby is dead. I feel like complete ass, so I was sitting down for a while, but there's only one chair and two front desk agents, and I feel like a tool, just sitting there, being sick.

I'm adjusting well to life in Jasper, I think. Yesterday was my first day off since I arrived, and Linky and Clayton and I rode to the beach (Jethro has still not arrived, due to lack of funds to send him, so I rode Jeremie's brother Julienn's bike (they are part of the family who Lincoln and Clayton are staying with)), which is way too big for me and stuck in a high gear. It wasn't too too bad, once I got the hang of it, until we were on the way back and I fell off the seat onto the bar at a stop sign. I nearly threw up. That was awful.

The beach was gorgeous. I would post pictures, but my camera was out of batteries, and even if it hadn't been, there's no screen on it now, so I never know if I'm taking pictures or not - or what they might be of. A new camera is definitely on my list, even though it's after a new laptop and some Dr. Scholls gel things for my shoes.

I don't think I have anything else for the moment. I'm back at work, but I think I'm going to have a nap right after today, because I am dead tired. Blah.

Ok, that's me.

Mmm...

9:04, and already it's been a productive day. Sometimes I wish I were a morning person; I love the feeling of having done something before most people in my house are out of bed.

I woke up at 7:11 after having gone to bed pretty late [we were up watching the season finale of Dr. Who (!!!!!)], and I'm pretty sure I could have gone right back to sleep, but for once, I didn't try. I got up, got showered, shaved my legs to silky smoothness, because I actually time to exfoliate first, got dressed and decided to take Jethro out on the town. I spent five or ten minutes installing a completely useless side mirror which I got at the dollar store to tide me over until I can afford proper mirrors, then off I went.

Out on the town in this case, is a 4.5k ride that I completed in about half an hour*. So, now it's quarter after 9:00, and I've showered (even if I do have to do it again), gone for an almost decent length bike ride and updated my blog. Soon people will wake up and then, all things going well (*knock on wood* and all of that), there will be something involving a beach.

*This means that for the coming trip, I have to add a little over 3k/h to my speed, which considering I've been riding... oh, I'd say four times in the past probably four years, is pretty damn good.

I Could Be at the Beach Right Now, But...

I don't know. My day pretty much got killed by my own stupidity in believing that "not too long" referred to a time period spanning less than five and a half hours. We were supposed to go to the office for "not too long" - in order to make a phone call, in fact, and I went along because there was something I needed to pick up. We were all hungry, so we went to a restaurant. About five seconds after we got there, my mother and my brother got into an argument which was essentially about nothing, but got heated enough that my mum ended up leaving (I would have too, probably, but the whole thing was still ridiculous). I followed her out, and so did my brother, and we got in the car, then drove to the office by way of our house (probably about 25-30 minutes, when all is said and done) with them fighting, and me just putting up with it, because I still had to go to the office and get my papers (now crumpled, but that's a different story). By the time we reached the office, they had stopped fighting, or figured it out, or, for once, just shut up about it, and since we were all still hungry, it was decided that we had to go back out, to another restaurant. That was fine, but I ended up spending nearly twice as much on my meal as I would have had to at the other place, and getting something I didn't like as much. Also, we were there for a really long time. When we finally got into the office, instead of the necessary phone call being made, my mother and brother decided to talk about random stuff for probably an hour and a half, then make the phone call, then talk, then call back, talk on the phone, etc., etc. So, I did all the stuff I needed to do (took Aigaion Girl down :( and some other stuff), then got bored with waiting, so started to work on other stuff. While I was in the middle of something, they announced that they were ready to leave, and I said I would be a little while 'cause I was kind of still working on stuff... about five minutes later, I was informed that they were waiting for me, so I shut my system down, only to be told that I didn't need to log off yet. Then we spent about ten minutes shutting everything down and locking up (coincidentally, if I'd had the ten minutes, I would have finished what I was working on)... then we came home, and everyone else went to various places (the beach, the movies) and I elected to stay here, because I honestly think I'd have ended up slugging someone if I had to spend another five minutes hanging around while people while they pretend to be happy... and I'm too tired to fake happy right now, and I can't deal with repeatedly being asked why I'm miserable or accused of being grumpy and/or surly.

So, that's my whining for the day. I'm back to work tomorrow because my employers decided to change their minds after telling us we'd get Monday off... and I would totally skip work (because that's a crap thing to do to people) but that would mean I was no longer eligable for Friday's stat pay, which would suck royal ass.

I think I'm going to go and rent a movie. This is the first time in a while that I'm going to have the whole house entirely to myself for a couple of hours and I don't want to waste it.