Rrrrr...

When I'm told by UVic that I shall be getting me a letter of acceptance/rejection at the end of May, I expect to get that letter by the end of May. And here it is, May 31, and I don't have any mail at all. The closest I have to mail is a flyer for Pizza Hut! And it's not even addressed to me!

At this point, I don't even care if I'm in or out...I just need to know if I'm going to school or not, so that I can tell this to the interviewers for jobs. I have an interview tomorrow at Claire's at Hillside Centre (yeah, I know...more of the same garbage in a mall) and I know they're gonna want to know if I'm going back to school in another few months...and then if I am going back, will I still want to work for them in September?

I hate not knowing what I'm doing in the fall. It makes me feel very unprepared. And in all honesty, ever since I moved to Victoria, I've felt like I've just been floundering around, trying to find something to do that I don't completely hate. Seriously, if I don't get into UVic, I'm going to feel like a Grade A Moron. This is my third time applying to that school. Am I really that dumb?

I love school, and I miss it a lot. I enjoy learning about music and anthropology, and the bits of history I pick up from both of those subjects. Even English can be an awesome course (provided the teacher is also awesome). I miss the interaction with other students with the same kind of interests as me. I miss being on a campus and sitting on the grass between classes, and just enjoying the feeling of sun and wind, and even a little rain. If I had the money, I really think I would become a professional student. I don't like the work force. It's full of cynical, jaded, and ignorant people.

Of course, I'm basing these views on my experience as a sales associate. A position that I don't think gets very much praise or respect. Usually we're the ones that make everyone else's day a little more difficult. You can't return this item or that, mostly due to the fact that the customer forgot something or other, and the policy of the store won't allow us to take it back.

What really burns me is that the lame excuses I end up giving to customers is the same lame excuse I was given.

"We can't take it back because you don't have the original credit card it was bought with."

"But it was a gift from my Aunt in Nova Scotia."

"I'm sorry, but we need the original credit card to do this transaction."

"This is garbage! You're telling me I have to mail this thing all the way back to Nova Scotia just to get the money back?"

"I'm sorry, but the best I can do is give you a credit note."

"But I don't ever shop here!"

"I'm sorry. Would you like to speak with a manager?

I almost always have to rely on the manager to calm this person down, all because I only ever got some vague reason as to why I couldn't use a different credit card. Something along the lines of "You just can't."

But I find that both sides of retail can be just as ignorant and all. It's just not what I like to do. I don't like trying to sell crap to people, and I don't like people trying to sell crap to me. And that's what most of it is- Crap...with a capital "C"!

Take Addition-Elle...all those clothes that they sell is just larger sized clothing for three times the price as anywhere with "normal sized" stuff that looks exactly the same. Do you really think there's that much extra fabric there? There's not.

Anyway, my mom's suggested that I take an insurance course in the fall so that I'm not just bouncing around from one crappy minimum wage job to the next, and actually make some money.

It wasn't my first choice, but it's gotta be better than working at the mall.