Wanna hear something funny? I've got the desire to redesign something. Why does this always happen when I'm too busy to do it?
Posted by hKath at 9:39 PM ()

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We've had 3 store visits in the last week. The first was just the District Manager, the second was District and Regional. Yesterday the DM called me at the store at ten o'clock and asked me how things were going, and told me the store better look spotless because the president of BBV Canada was coming to my store. Arg! Let me tell you, it didn't look spotless.

The people who closed the store the night before were apparently told to clear out all the video game cases (crates and crates and crates of them, from the huge PPG pull 3 days ago) from the pit, take out the garbage, and hide all the boxes from this week's shipment. They didn't do any of that, and when I came in there were piles of papers to go through and cleaning rags lying around randomly. Maybe they didn't know the damn president was coming. But oh, my God.

My DM was here for like five hours panicking like crazy and ordering us all around like we were packing mules. He kept telling me to do floor service, do floor serviced. Walk around with pamphlets and hand them out. But there was only like one customer in the store at a time, so once I was done with them, I was just wandering around praying he wouldn't notice that I wasn't doing anything at all. My DM also threatened to fire me over my emergency pair of pants that I wore because my good pants have holes now. I had to call my roommate (who was home sick in bed) to get her to bring me the pants with the holes and the broken fly.

And when Mr. President finally came by, he didn't even look at any of us. Nobody in his entourage did either. So much pressure from the DM, and it turns out they don't care. I think, as long as I didn't start yelling inappropriate things at customers, they didn't care what I did. God, what an exhausting day.

Posted by hKath at 9:09 AM ()

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We've had 3 store visits in the last week. The first was just the District Manager, the second was District and Regional. Yesterday the DM called me at the store at ten o'clock and asked me how things were going, and told me the store better look spotless because the president of BBV Canada was coming to my store. Arg! Let me tell you, it didn't look spotless.

The people who closed the store the night before were apparently told to clear out all the video game cases (crates and crates and crates of them, from the huge PPG pull 3 days ago) from the pit, take out the garbage, and hide all the boxes from this week's shipment. They didn't do any of that, and when I came in there were piles of papers to go through and cleaning rags lying around randomly. Maybe they didn't know the damn president was coming. But oh, my God.

My DM was here for like five hours panicking like crazy and ordering us all around like we were packing mules. He kept telling me to do floor service, do floor serviced. Walk around with pamphlets and hand them out. But there was only like one customer in the store at a time, so once I was done with them, I was just wandering around praying he wouldn't notice that I wasn't doing anything at all. My DM also threatened to fire me over my emergency pair of pants that I wore because my good pants have holes now. I had to call my roommate (who was home sick in bed) to get her to bring me the pants with the holes and the broken fly.

And when Mr. President finally came by, he didn't even look at any of us. Nobody in his entourage did either. So much pressure from the DM, and it turns out they don't care. I think, as long as I didn't start yelling inappropriate things at customers, they didn't care what I did. God, what an exhausting day.
Posted by hKath at 9:03 AM ()

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Friday, March 7

I didn't talk to Don last night. Mostly because he was too busy talking to Jian, who was too busy talking to Don, who was too busy talking to Jian, etc, etc. Kind of frustrating really. If I had maybe been alone, and less drunk, I would have forced my way in, just so I could tell my friends that I actually had met Don. But, I drank quite a lot last night (most of it freeeee!) and met someone at the show who's very shy, and she made me feel kinda shy. That was odd in itself, actually. It's this girl named Diana. She was alone at a table near me (the place was *deserted* - scary) and when the show started she asked if she could sit with me because I had a better table. I said sure, and we started talking, and it turns out we'd both just come from some schmoozing sessions at York. She's a visual arts student.

It also turns out that we'd met before, on FHDC, on one of Diana's only times there. And other creepy coincidental things. I blame Jian for all paranormal phenomena, therefore I blame him for this.

I got home after lotsalotsa wine and a beer (bad idea after the lotsalotsas) with a hell of a headache, and now six hours later, here I am. Leaving for work. Leeeaaaving for work. Yup, right now. OK, now. Uhhhh... now. Go. Now.
Posted by hKath at 8:31 AM ()

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Thursday, March 6

I'm at school, in the high-tech new computer lab that I've only used once so far this year. Today has been so... uniform. We discussed a section of Lynn Crosbie's poetry for which Bruce McDonald had taken the photos, and I got to go on about Bruce McDonald's style and some themes he's used before that were present in the piece, and it was so much fun, since I'd stayed up last night watching every single episode of Twitch City (less one, of course.) It was so choice. Can I say that without sounding like Ferris Bueller?

In other news, no one ever comments here anymore. Ever. It sucks. Even if it sucked just a little, I'd be mentioning it, but it sucks a lot. What do you people want from me? Do you have some request, maybe some tricks I could do that you'd... like done?

Today in class they discussed my poem. It was kind of funny, especially since I'm not allowed to talk while they're doing it. They were going on about the different things listed, and saying stuff like "Just how disgusting was this cheese?" and I was laughing... They're interested. They liked it. I was quite surprised and how much they liked it, especially since I didn't very much. It was one of those pieces I usually just hand in to the prof and forget about. She gave me an A- on it. After reading the comments and the questions they all had, I'm interested in trying to write more about Fruvous, about where I stood with them and what they were like, and what we were like as a community and what it was like living with Dave. I don't know if I can manage it (probably not this year, is my answer) but I'd love to try. It seems like every time I've tried to write about anything fruvous-related it's turned into a complete disaster. If I can combat that, or harness it, I could get to something good.

Anyway,

Heheh. That's only funny to me.
Posted by hKath at 5:00 PM ()

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Wednesday, March 5

I feel like a lazy fuckin ass. It's not so much that I'm not going to school today (it's a protest. Thank god for protests, or I would be collapsed on the side of the road with exhaustion) but it's that I keep trying to get up and away from this computer and it's not working.

We went to see Danny Michel last night for the first time in... I don't know, about a year. The last time we saw him was at the Horseshoe, and well... we have to learn to just say no to Horseshoe shoes. They're evil. The stage faces only about half the room, it's dirty, dark, there are fleas and drunk rockers, the sound sucks and it's always crammed completely full. I hate it. We were traumatized, probably for the fourth or fifth time, so we haven't been to see Danny since.

Yesterday was so weird and amazing. He was playing a 45-minute set... at six in the evening... with Kevin Fox plus two guys he'd never played with before, including a last-minute replacement drummer. And the Rivoli got totally full! At six in the evening!

Anyway, I'm glad I went, I remember now why I liked him in the first place, and why I should keep going back to see him. Just not at the Horseshoe. Never at the Horseshoe.
Posted by hKath at 2:26 PM ()

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Tuesday, March 4

I have what I believe to be a bootlegged live recording of Beau Dommage singing a song called "Le Vieux Dans le Bas du Fleuve". And damned if it isn't the best song. Out of all of them, I mean. All the songs. Well, you know what I mean.
Posted by hKath at 2:15 AM ()

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I might not sleep very much tonight. But I'm having fun writing my little novel segment about evil government figures and racial profiling through dental implants. At least, I think that's what's going to happen... I haven't gotten that far yet. God, I hope the people in my class like it. Because, dammit, if I'm going to lose this much sleep, they better fuckin fake it tomorrow morning :)
Posted by hKath at 1:56 AM ()

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Sunday, March 2

There's water in the hallway and it's dripping under the door into my apartment. So far it's pretty contained in just one little corner where the floor kind of slants down, but it's a *puddle*, and I can't mop it up or absorb it with paper towels because it comes back. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I can't really do anything because right now I have two hours to feed myself and go to work. There's also a marginal amount of water that regularly soaks the mat in the bathroom, but we always thought it was from the shower, that it bounced off the walls or something. It certainly does seem to have something to do with the shower, like perhaps it's the plumbing inside the building that's leaking, and not the melting ice outside getting in. I don't know. What I do know is I have too much to do and don't have time to look after it! How worrisome! Maybe tomorrow instead of going to the bank I'll get up and call the landlady and get her take on it. If it doesn't stop before then, who knows?

There's always the possibility it's supernatural. You know, like in The Ring, where the puddle of water comes and expands all the wood right before you die? ;)
Posted by hKath at 2:13 PM ()

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