Archive for October, 2008
Oh, the weather outside is frightful…
I’m not going to lie - sometimes, I really hate living in Canada. It’s October, not January, so Mr Weatherman - can the snow, please.
Brr.
Anyone want to elope to Cuba with me? Sun + Tequila + really hot cabana boys = WIN. Yes, please. *goes to check back account* Fuck, nevermind.
Fail.
PS. What the heck is the second line of “Let it Snow?” Why am I not remembering this? *is too lazy to Google*
That employment thing.
Dear Mr Interviewer:
In the future, please refrain from looking down my shirt. ‘Tis a bit weird, no matter how hotass (and you really are hotass, believe me) you are.
Because in the words of Ianto Jones, “Careful - that’s harassment, sir.”
Sincerely,
Me
In a slightly related note, I have eight interviews this week - and a few of them for jobs I didn’t even apply for (umm, Workopolis, FTW?). Seriously. Where the heck were this people last month, when I was feeling ridiculously dejected about my inability to speak French, and thus my inability to get a job?
Oh, well.
Wish me luck! Here’s hoping I actually find a job related to my qualifications and previous work experience.
Buh. Anything works, really. It’s not exactly the most rewarding or fun thing to get yelled at by geriatric people because we’ve run out of Crosswords and Bingo cards *facepalm*.
Expedited, my ass.
Dear FedEx,
I live in Ottawa, not Mississauga. Please deliver my Macbook to the correct address. Like, now. Especially since I paid extra to have it here by today (which clearly didn’t happen - jerks), on top of the ridiculous amount I’ve already paid Apple.
And okay, granted, the traffic in the 401 could be a bitch. But it does not take four days to drive from Mississauga to Ottawa, okay?
Thanks.
No love,
Allee
Edit: The Macbook is now (finally) here. FedEx, you’re now officially out of my shitlist.







