:: Saturday, December 21, 2002 ::

It can only get better from here...

It's been a stressful start to my "vacation."

Day 1: I woke up at 6:30am and attempted to make it to the bus loop by 7:40am with Sarah. Well, we didn't make it, but we managed to catch our respective ferries, with mine arriving at 2:00pm. I was picked up by my mother and the car promptly broke down. So, after giving my mom one of my free tows through BCAA (considering I'm car-less I guess I don't need them...), and sitting in the mechanic's office reading while waiting for a ride home, I finally made it to my house at 5:00pm. I was not impressed.

Day 2: I woke up at 6:30am and caught the commuter ferry to Victoria. Bought a new years dress on my Visa, thinking "good thing I have the money for this." Of course, I promptly recieved a phone call informing me that I no longer have a job. Yes, that's right, UBC Pharmasave was finally shut down by the bank. Stupid stupid boss. So, now the paycheque which I was supposed to recieve yesterday won't be here until Tuesday (note: Christmas Eve) -- that is, if it arrives at all. To top off the day, my car was towed, forcing me to pay $75 cash. I didn't have a PIN number on my Visa, so I couldn't get a cash advance, so I had to take the money out of my chequing account. The problem: my phone bill. The cheque was in the mail...

Day 3: Sure enough, the very next morning, 9:00am, they cash the cheque. Bounce... or maybe not. I managed to get a cash advance on my Visa, so I'll find out monday if I avoided the 22 dollar NSF cheque fee. God damn money.

The list of jobs I could never do slowly increases. I could never ever work a job where all I did all day was make people miserable. Such as a towing company. Even if I could justify what I was doing, say to myself "it was posted that they would get towed if they were late, and they were late" -- when it comes down to it you're still wrecking someone's day. I could never work for ICBC, or an insurance company, or be a meter maid, or anything that involves saying "sorry buddy, you're just shit outta luck." I'd like my job to involve making people happy, if that's at all possible.

On the plus side, my friends are amazing. Sarah's birthday was good. She was pretty damn drunk, so I'm sure she had fun. Clubs generally aren't my scene -- remixed top 40 and claustrophobic dance floors with people making out all around you -- I'd rather be someplace where you can actually have a conversation any day. But I managed to have a great time anyway. I've spent lots of time with all the friends that I haven't seen in a while. The part I hate the most about growing up is that no matter where you are, you're going to be missing somebody. Then again, that same fact also frees you from the emotional ties that keep you bound to one place. There are great people everywhere. There are shitty people everywhere. Go where you want. Do what you want. You'll be fine.

(listening to: The Roots - Adrenaline)

:: Katy 5:59 p.m. [+] :: ::