what a week
8:24 p.m.
motherfucker. another week down the drain... and although i have classes only tues and thurs, i still gotta get down to biz tomorrow to work on a group project, and other stuff like that.
this has been somewhat of a roller coaster, this week.
i only say this because it was super good up until today. so maybe it was like a cliff or whatever. screw analogies.
the weekend for the most part was awesome. while we had the noble goal of checking out blink (for marc and paige's first times, and my longawaited return ), beer pong and boxed wine foiled our plans.
i was supposed to work friday, 7-10. but i stupid got lost because this city is fucking the hardest to navigate in my life. shit man, seoul was heaps easier. heaps.
but yeah, because i was wandering for an hour in buttfuck nowhere, i called it quits and decided to just head home and get the games started earlier.
so marc was over around 9ish, and we had a few beers. and then other unilodge folk told us about beer pong tourneys. and we had to rep canadia, so we were totally in.
but fuck man, by a couple of rounds anj and i were already done.
and later we still went out to abercrombie to see paige and try vivezo.
it's delicious and will fuck you up like you'd never expect.
needless to say, details of friday night are a little fuzzy. i met this guy, i believe his name is nathan. anyway, apparently since i had wandered off (after being reprimanded from standing/dancing on the tables), the rest of the group disbanded and went their own separate ways. apparently marc and paige made it to blink, so that's good.
and i ended up passing out on my couch, too drunk to dial. :(
i woke up around 11ish, i had a shift at 130... but i was still drunk when i got up. oporto's hashbrowns helped, but poutine woulda been heaps better.
oh yeah, apparently friday anj, marc and i declared we would have a poutine day at our place. amazing.
and patrick picked up an o, so we're gonna hit that and watch napoleon dynamite soon. high times! it's gonna be fun to have a patrick to celebrate st. patty's day with.
anyway, work yesterday was good. we were at a bowling club, which i thought was lane bowling. but it was lawn bowling. and each team had different costumes. it was quite a cultural experience, something i reckon i wouldn;t see in canadia. or at least in the t-dot.
and then, after napping and predrinking, anj, patrick, and some of his friends headed over to adam's housewarming/welcome back party. we met him last april in the t-dot when he was here. so it's kinda come full circle.
anyway, last night was a blast. i didn't get wasted, but i was happy. the food was good and so was the company. i wasnt hung up this morning. but i was still tired.
and when i got to work, i was at this rugby club or something. and my partner didn't show up cuz she told our work she was busy, but they booked her anyway. so after sitting around for an hour, my boss called me and gave me the shits about friday, and the fact that nobody was here with me.
motherfucker. lady called me 5 times in 4 minutes, one time i believe i wasn't even supposed to be the recipient of her call, as she addressed me as leslie.
i'm clearly a nikki.
irregardless. i had to do the day on my own. it was only 2 hours, but it got off to a rocky start. ie, i spilled 9 bottles of corona all over myself while i was serving the first table of the day.
i'm amazing.
lucky i had heaps of free shit to give away - all 10 of them got sombreros, baseball caps, sweatbands, keyrings and temp tats, on top of 3 beers that i had to pay for myself (cuz that's all i could afford)
first of all, i wasted beer. and nextly, i paid for other people's beer. thats not the nikki way of life.
at the end of my shift, the bar manager bought me a corona, so i had to drink at his table which was mighty awkward.
i also looked like shit too, which didnt help the cause.
but i met up with anj afterwards, watched her b-ball game and headed home.
on the train, i almost lost my mobile. but anj was keen and made saw i left it on the seat.
gahhh.
this city fucks with my mind sometimes. maybe it's just that sundays are sucky. today was just a no good very bad day.
and i'm not too keen on the bus drivers, or the curvy non-grid road systems, or the lack of street signs here.
i'm a navigator extraordinaire, yet i've missed 2 shifts cuz i've spent almost an hour trying to get unlost. it's not fun to do in the factory district at nightfall.
my boss is gonna chew me out tomorrow.
i was sooo happy with my job cuz i got a sweet sweet paycheque. but...company's disorganized as shit.
motherfucker.
if they paid me less, it'd be so hard to want to go to work.
ahh i love/hate money.
it was nice to chillax at anj's game though. we have become sisters in this process. it's nice that she's got my back, and vice versa.
this has been a very interesting experience eh
this has been somewhat of a roller coaster, this week.
i only say this because it was super good up until today. so maybe it was like a cliff or whatever. screw analogies.
the weekend for the most part was awesome. while we had the noble goal of checking out blink (for marc and paige's first times, and my longawaited return ), beer pong and boxed wine foiled our plans.
i was supposed to work friday, 7-10. but i stupid got lost because this city is fucking the hardest to navigate in my life. shit man, seoul was heaps easier. heaps.
but yeah, because i was wandering for an hour in buttfuck nowhere, i called it quits and decided to just head home and get the games started earlier.
so marc was over around 9ish, and we had a few beers. and then other unilodge folk told us about beer pong tourneys. and we had to rep canadia, so we were totally in.
but fuck man, by a couple of rounds anj and i were already done.
and later we still went out to abercrombie to see paige and try vivezo.
it's delicious and will fuck you up like you'd never expect.
needless to say, details of friday night are a little fuzzy. i met this guy, i believe his name is nathan. anyway, apparently since i had wandered off (after being reprimanded from standing/dancing on the tables), the rest of the group disbanded and went their own separate ways. apparently marc and paige made it to blink, so that's good.
and i ended up passing out on my couch, too drunk to dial. :(
i woke up around 11ish, i had a shift at 130... but i was still drunk when i got up. oporto's hashbrowns helped, but poutine woulda been heaps better.
oh yeah, apparently friday anj, marc and i declared we would have a poutine day at our place. amazing.
and patrick picked up an o, so we're gonna hit that and watch napoleon dynamite soon. high times! it's gonna be fun to have a patrick to celebrate st. patty's day with.
anyway, work yesterday was good. we were at a bowling club, which i thought was lane bowling. but it was lawn bowling. and each team had different costumes. it was quite a cultural experience, something i reckon i wouldn;t see in canadia. or at least in the t-dot.
and then, after napping and predrinking, anj, patrick, and some of his friends headed over to adam's housewarming/welcome back party. we met him last april in the t-dot when he was here. so it's kinda come full circle.
anyway, last night was a blast. i didn't get wasted, but i was happy. the food was good and so was the company. i wasnt hung up this morning. but i was still tired.
and when i got to work, i was at this rugby club or something. and my partner didn't show up cuz she told our work she was busy, but they booked her anyway. so after sitting around for an hour, my boss called me and gave me the shits about friday, and the fact that nobody was here with me.
motherfucker. lady called me 5 times in 4 minutes, one time i believe i wasn't even supposed to be the recipient of her call, as she addressed me as leslie.
i'm clearly a nikki.
irregardless. i had to do the day on my own. it was only 2 hours, but it got off to a rocky start. ie, i spilled 9 bottles of corona all over myself while i was serving the first table of the day.
i'm amazing.
lucky i had heaps of free shit to give away - all 10 of them got sombreros, baseball caps, sweatbands, keyrings and temp tats, on top of 3 beers that i had to pay for myself (cuz that's all i could afford)
first of all, i wasted beer. and nextly, i paid for other people's beer. thats not the nikki way of life.
at the end of my shift, the bar manager bought me a corona, so i had to drink at his table which was mighty awkward.
i also looked like shit too, which didnt help the cause.
but i met up with anj afterwards, watched her b-ball game and headed home.
on the train, i almost lost my mobile. but anj was keen and made saw i left it on the seat.
gahhh.
this city fucks with my mind sometimes. maybe it's just that sundays are sucky. today was just a no good very bad day.
and i'm not too keen on the bus drivers, or the curvy non-grid road systems, or the lack of street signs here.
i'm a navigator extraordinaire, yet i've missed 2 shifts cuz i've spent almost an hour trying to get unlost. it's not fun to do in the factory district at nightfall.
my boss is gonna chew me out tomorrow.
i was sooo happy with my job cuz i got a sweet sweet paycheque. but...company's disorganized as shit.
motherfucker.
if they paid me less, it'd be so hard to want to go to work.
ahh i love/hate money.
it was nice to chillax at anj's game though. we have become sisters in this process. it's nice that she's got my back, and vice versa.
this has been a very interesting experience eh
