Hey!
I just realized this Blog is now over a year old! I honestly didn't think I'd stick with it this long.
A page for me to share all the little details of my life. Probably nothing that will be interesting for anyone who doesn't know me.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Depressing: You might consider skipping this one.
So my exam for the General Insurance course is coming up next week. I'm feeling horribly under-prepared. I didn't expect it to come up so fast. I just found out about the test like last Thursday. I have to go through everything again. I don't remember anything from the beginning of this course!
It's probably fair to say I'm a little panicked right now. However, my mom seems to be the queen of Studying. It's weird... I went through the first three chapters with Bonnie and barely retained a thing. A couple hours of going over those same chapters with my mom and I'm like an insurance machine. Anyway, I'm going back to Nanaimo again this weekend to study with my sister and my mom.
I don't think I mentioned it, but Bonnie and Nick are moving back to Nanaimo. I have to say, this upsets me. I really liked having Bonnie in Victoria. I always feel like the people I knew from high school are too busy to do anything with. Bonnie work super close, and just lived down the street. Now it's back to all of my family living in Nanaimo and I can't see any of them more than once a month or so.
Nobody ever comes to Victoria. It's like it's too out of the way for anyone to bother. The most I ever see my family is at Nick's football games, and those are all in Nanaimo now.
I don't understand why it's become so hard for me to make friends here. I feel like I'm in elementary school all over again. I wonder if some of it is because I don't like doing the same things that everyone else my age seems intent on doing. I'm not into the bar scene... and I'm definitely not into the male strippers everyone always seems to want to see. I don't even share my shifts at work with anybody. I'm totally alone.
But I have Dan and he makes me happy. He's the only thing that brightens my day at the moment. I'm thankful for that.
It's probably fair to say I'm a little panicked right now. However, my mom seems to be the queen of Studying. It's weird... I went through the first three chapters with Bonnie and barely retained a thing. A couple hours of going over those same chapters with my mom and I'm like an insurance machine. Anyway, I'm going back to Nanaimo again this weekend to study with my sister and my mom.
I don't think I mentioned it, but Bonnie and Nick are moving back to Nanaimo. I have to say, this upsets me. I really liked having Bonnie in Victoria. I always feel like the people I knew from high school are too busy to do anything with. Bonnie work super close, and just lived down the street. Now it's back to all of my family living in Nanaimo and I can't see any of them more than once a month or so.
Nobody ever comes to Victoria. It's like it's too out of the way for anyone to bother. The most I ever see my family is at Nick's football games, and those are all in Nanaimo now.
I don't understand why it's become so hard for me to make friends here. I feel like I'm in elementary school all over again. I wonder if some of it is because I don't like doing the same things that everyone else my age seems intent on doing. I'm not into the bar scene... and I'm definitely not into the male strippers everyone always seems to want to see. I don't even share my shifts at work with anybody. I'm totally alone.
But I have Dan and he makes me happy. He's the only thing that brightens my day at the moment. I'm thankful for that.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Today Was a Day for Idiots
I'm sorry that the only time I ever seem to write in this thing is when I'm complaining, but I promise not all of this entry will be me bitching.
Working at a gas station has got to be the one job that brings in all the crazies. Today, some guy came in with a $100.00 bill and tried to buy a lighter. We had just switched over the till and so there was only about $75.00 in the till at all. Luckily, this was at the end of my shift and I was doing my tally for the day. This meant that Stephen (my boss) was there and I didn't actually have to deal with him directly. Here's the gist of the "incident":
Guy: (throws $100.00 bill on counter) Can I get a Bic lighter?
Stephen: (returning bill to him) I'm sorry, we can't take a hundred right now.
Guy: You're joking! You've been open since 6:00 and you're telling me you don't have a hundred dollars in change?
Stephen: I'm sorry, we don't.
Guy: (pushing bill back at Stephen) C'mon, I was just at Subway and they can't take it either. The sandwich was already made and everything.
Stephen: (returning bill once again) I'm sorry but we just dropped all the extra money. There's a bank just right over there.
Guy: (once again, pushing the bill at Stephen) I don't have all day, dude. Just take it.
Stephen: I'm sorry, I don't have the change to take it.
At this point the guy stormed out of the store, slamming the door into a cage outside and screaming some profanities we couldn't hear properly. Then he nearly got himself run over, cuz he didn't wait for a walk light at the intersection. By the way, there are like, 3 banks in the very near vicinity of our gas station. I doubt it would be that much trouble to run over and get some change.
Also, after I finished my shift, I popped over to Subway to talk to my sister. He was apparently just as much of an asshole there. Bonnie tells me he came back twice to complain about how no one would take his hundred. So when he said he didn't have the time to walk over to the bank, he really meant he wanted to be as difficult as humanly possible so that he didn't have to go to the trouble of crossing the fucking street. All that time he wasted bitching, whining and screaming could have been completely avoided if he had just gone to the bank the first time around! Also, when you come to a strip mall that consists mainly of small stores that can be easily robbed, why would you think any of them would take hundreds? I have signs all over the station that says we can't take fifties!
To top all of this off, if someone tries to buy a two dollar item with a hundred dollar bill, does that not seem even a little suspicious? Does it maybe instead set off a few alarms in your head that scream "Counterfeit! Counterfeit!" And just a note to the morons out there: The more you act like an asshole, the less inclined people are to help you out. Maybe we could have worked something out if he hadn't decided to act like a 3 year old.
The other oddity that occurred today was a guy driving off with about $32.00 of gas in his tank. The oddness comes from the fact that he's been there before, and he parked directly in front of me so that I could note everything down to the kind of shoes he was wearing. Also, he was driving a freaking Jaguar. $32.00 is not a lot of money for someone who owns a Jag. I personally think it was an honest mistake. I think maybe he thought he paid at the pump or something. In any case, the proper authorities were contacted. I certainly wasn't about to pull the same stunt as that kid in Maple Ridge. Not to sound like a heartless bitch, but that was kind of a dumb thing to do.
I mean, he got himself killed for $12.00 of gas! It was just gas! My life is not worth gas. I'm pretty sure his family would rather have him alive and kinda pissed that someone stole some gas instead of in the ground. At the same time, the kid who got him killed in the first place isn't all that intelligent either. I mean, he's going to jail for a long freaking time now. Was $12.00 and a stolen car really worth it?
Anyway, now that I've gotten all of that off my chest, here's something interesting I heard today from a regular at the station. Do you know how they know when Easter is? Apparently, it's the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Equinox. That's why it's sometimes in April and sometimes in March.
And that's your bit of trivia for the day.
Yesterday was Dan's birthday. We just had a quiet night in and watched some TV. His parents are taking us out for dinner next weekend. It'll be a combined birthday dinner for him and his dad, whose birthday is on the 18th.
Also, we got a car! Bonnie and Nick got a truck, so we got the car they had. It's got two broken doors, the radio doesn't work and there's a leak in the transmission. It's a four-door car. The back passenger side door doesn't open at all, and the front driver's side door doesn't lock. There's a tape jammed in the cassette player, so that doesn't work, and since it thinks there's a tape in there, the radio doesn't work either. It's a total heap, and it's worth about a dollar, but it'll get us to Nanaimo for Easter.
Yes, Dan and I are headed be to Nanaimo for Easter, but I have no idea what's happening other than that. It's my Grampa's birthday that weekend too, and since he gets touchy about....well.....everything....I want to be around for at least a couple of dinners.
This turned into a rather lengthy entry, but that's good. Now there's something to read, right?
Working at a gas station has got to be the one job that brings in all the crazies. Today, some guy came in with a $100.00 bill and tried to buy a lighter. We had just switched over the till and so there was only about $75.00 in the till at all. Luckily, this was at the end of my shift and I was doing my tally for the day. This meant that Stephen (my boss) was there and I didn't actually have to deal with him directly. Here's the gist of the "incident":
Guy: (throws $100.00 bill on counter) Can I get a Bic lighter?
Stephen: (returning bill to him) I'm sorry, we can't take a hundred right now.
Guy: You're joking! You've been open since 6:00 and you're telling me you don't have a hundred dollars in change?
Stephen: I'm sorry, we don't.
Guy: (pushing bill back at Stephen) C'mon, I was just at Subway and they can't take it either. The sandwich was already made and everything.
Stephen: (returning bill once again) I'm sorry but we just dropped all the extra money. There's a bank just right over there.
Guy: (once again, pushing the bill at Stephen) I don't have all day, dude. Just take it.
Stephen: I'm sorry, I don't have the change to take it.
At this point the guy stormed out of the store, slamming the door into a cage outside and screaming some profanities we couldn't hear properly. Then he nearly got himself run over, cuz he didn't wait for a walk light at the intersection. By the way, there are like, 3 banks in the very near vicinity of our gas station. I doubt it would be that much trouble to run over and get some change.
Also, after I finished my shift, I popped over to Subway to talk to my sister. He was apparently just as much of an asshole there. Bonnie tells me he came back twice to complain about how no one would take his hundred. So when he said he didn't have the time to walk over to the bank, he really meant he wanted to be as difficult as humanly possible so that he didn't have to go to the trouble of crossing the fucking street. All that time he wasted bitching, whining and screaming could have been completely avoided if he had just gone to the bank the first time around! Also, when you come to a strip mall that consists mainly of small stores that can be easily robbed, why would you think any of them would take hundreds? I have signs all over the station that says we can't take fifties!
To top all of this off, if someone tries to buy a two dollar item with a hundred dollar bill, does that not seem even a little suspicious? Does it maybe instead set off a few alarms in your head that scream "Counterfeit! Counterfeit!" And just a note to the morons out there: The more you act like an asshole, the less inclined people are to help you out. Maybe we could have worked something out if he hadn't decided to act like a 3 year old.
The other oddity that occurred today was a guy driving off with about $32.00 of gas in his tank. The oddness comes from the fact that he's been there before, and he parked directly in front of me so that I could note everything down to the kind of shoes he was wearing. Also, he was driving a freaking Jaguar. $32.00 is not a lot of money for someone who owns a Jag. I personally think it was an honest mistake. I think maybe he thought he paid at the pump or something. In any case, the proper authorities were contacted. I certainly wasn't about to pull the same stunt as that kid in Maple Ridge. Not to sound like a heartless bitch, but that was kind of a dumb thing to do.
I mean, he got himself killed for $12.00 of gas! It was just gas! My life is not worth gas. I'm pretty sure his family would rather have him alive and kinda pissed that someone stole some gas instead of in the ground. At the same time, the kid who got him killed in the first place isn't all that intelligent either. I mean, he's going to jail for a long freaking time now. Was $12.00 and a stolen car really worth it?
Anyway, now that I've gotten all of that off my chest, here's something interesting I heard today from a regular at the station. Do you know how they know when Easter is? Apparently, it's the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Equinox. That's why it's sometimes in April and sometimes in March.
And that's your bit of trivia for the day.
Yesterday was Dan's birthday. We just had a quiet night in and watched some TV. His parents are taking us out for dinner next weekend. It'll be a combined birthday dinner for him and his dad, whose birthday is on the 18th.
Also, we got a car! Bonnie and Nick got a truck, so we got the car they had. It's got two broken doors, the radio doesn't work and there's a leak in the transmission. It's a four-door car. The back passenger side door doesn't open at all, and the front driver's side door doesn't lock. There's a tape jammed in the cassette player, so that doesn't work, and since it thinks there's a tape in there, the radio doesn't work either. It's a total heap, and it's worth about a dollar, but it'll get us to Nanaimo for Easter.
Yes, Dan and I are headed be to Nanaimo for Easter, but I have no idea what's happening other than that. It's my Grampa's birthday that weekend too, and since he gets touchy about....well.....everything....I want to be around for at least a couple of dinners.
This turned into a rather lengthy entry, but that's good. Now there's something to read, right?