Another day....

… another couple of dollars. If you think about it hard enough, we spend an average of 1/3 of our lives at work. This is rough math but you get my meaning. Imagine, if you will, being completely unhappy for 1/3 of your measurable life. I think I'm depressed.
Or getting there. Quickly.

It's pretty pathetic when a man is happier standing in front of a parking lot, directing traffic and making 50% LESS in wages than he is working his day job. My wife, Sly, doesn't understand that. Or she does but she's throwing the fact that I suggested her staying at Telus Operator services, which she absolutely HATED, while also working at Rogers Video. I do not ignore the irony in that statement considering I am no working for Rogers as well, regardless of being in a different part of the company. So, no, I do not ignore the irony.

I really enjoy being sent a paycheck from one job or the other each Friday. Who wouldn't want to get paid like that? The surplus is coming back from our trip so we'll have a good Xmas (and I'll be Sly will have a good birthday too).

Power!!!

I have the power to post! Wooot!
I've not really utilized the post-via-email interface before. This actually looks like I'm doing work while … I … may… not… be. The elipsis is your friend. No, I mean my friend.

I gain confidence with each call. Oh joy.

Posting from work....

Who would have thought that posting from work would be so fun.
I got the honor of doing a call with my manager today. Seems like a good manager as she had all the right answers at all the right times and was able to explain it to me quite quickly.

I've been feeling quite low over the past two days. Sly gave me the news about the Shaw position and she really didn't want to tell me. She was worried for my mental well being. I can understand that. I was really upset as illustrated by my previous post and it's excellent use of brevity. I've sped through the 5 steps of loss and arrived, quite abruptly, at acceptance. How much can I mull this over before it becomes a moot point? 48 hours it seems. :rolleyes:

At this point I'm going to do the best I can here while continuing to weigh other avenues. I made the mistake with Telus in thinking it would be a step in the right direction to start a career. That didn't work out so well. I'm not bitter **sarcasm off**

Anyways, back to work.

...

Damn. I didn't get the job. I'm quite upset. Leave me alone.

Ummm Hello? Is this thing on?

Yeah, yeah. I know. NO posts. Nothing at all. Like there's been nothing new in my life for the past couple of weeks. Well.....

I started that job with Rogers Wireless 3 weeks ago. They got us on the phones today and I'm not enjoying it so much. Too reminiscient of my previous employer and their policies. Don't get me wrong: seems like a great place to start work in the CSR industry but since I've been there before, and at a higher pay rate :-( , it holds little interest for me. I'm trying to keep my spirits buoyed by the fact that....

I've not been completely written off as a prospective Shaw employee. I did have another interview, third and final, a few weeks ago and they said I would know, one way or another, by this Friday. I've got my fingers crossed and my hopes aloft. Wow. How deep was that?

Alice Cooper was at the Jubilee on Friday. So were 2500 of his loyal, doped-out fans. God I love working there. No responsibility, get to do a very easy job for very little pay and no one is stressed there. Everyone is relaxed and enjoying their time. Again, that might change as the weather does.

I've lost almost 30 pounds. 30... freaking... pounds since the begining of our trip back in June. I'm trying to keep it off but finding it quite difficult. Maybe I was born to be a lazy, fat bastard? I really do feel lighter. It's not just in my mind since I'm actually lighter but it's nice to be able to run up a flight of stairs without having to lumber that extra 30 pounds up with me.

Mom is considering going under the knife to deal with that artery problem she's got in her leg. I can tell she's frightened, as I would be, but she believes it needs to be done. TBH I'm a bit scared as well. That would be a crappy way to lose a parent. Would prefer something more dramatic involving an attempted robbery, a last second dive in front of a pregnant woman only to receive a bullet to the chest. Not very realistic, maybe, but that's how I'd want her to go out. Enough! She's not going anywhere. She'll be around to torment me well into my 40's. It's my punishment. Love you Mom.

Alright. There's my post for the month. Maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling creative, energetic and... well shit I don't know. Something other than lazy. I might, just might, type out something of actual interest.