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Wait.... why is the lemon all Frenchy-looking for "productive"?
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[02 Dec 2006|11:58pm] |
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Well, as the day of the dreaded old-people-gift-show-and-bake-sale draws near, I am glued to my jewellery-making nook. What is there to do when you need a little extra-visual distraction? I used to rent a bunch of DVDs when I was in school and end up basically listening to movies when I was doing projects, but since there were no DVDs today, I substituted a little TV. What is on Saturday during the day you ask? NOTHING! That's what! Except today, there was a little event on called the Liberal Leadership Convention. Oh, sounds fun, huh? Yeah, so I just put it on so I'd have a little background fuzz, but strangely enough, I started to follow it. And as each ballot was voted on and counted, and the candidates dropped off one by one, it, well... kind of got interesting(!). Speculation about who would go to which camp after coming in last, who was making deals, the disappointment written all over someone's face when one of the loser candidates would walk towards them, only to be pass by as they endorsed a different rival... Yup, I watched it all day. Even the speeches by John Turner (he of three and a half minute Prime Ministerdom) and Jean Chretien (making some pointed comments towards Stephen Harper and Dubya) were pretty good. So there you have it. Politics kept me company for the afternoon.
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| Please and thank you. |
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Dictionary.com Word FAQs
Dictionary.com » Word FAQs » Grammar/Usage/Style
Is orientate interchangeable with orient?
Orient is the word to use; orientate is a silly variant. Orient means (literally) 'to turn and face the east' and 'to locate east and so adjust to the compass directions' and (figuratively) 'to put oneself in the right position or relation' and 'to set right by adjusting'. The longer variant, a back-formation from orientation, seems to prevail in common figurative use and has existed since around 1849. This has unfortunately also given rise to disorientated when the historically correct form is disoriented. Here are some examples of how to use orient: These men will help to orient and determine the general course of party policies. The building is oriented north and south. Once a map has been oriented, an orienteer should be aware of his position at all times by relating the map to the ground over which he is moving. The program is oriented toward the students becoming teachers.
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[05 Oct 2006|07:16pm] |
Guess I should do a little updatin'. Don't want all two and a half people that read this to be on the edge wondering what happened.
Well, turns out I am actually employable. I just finished my first week at a sports medicine clinic where I work at the front desk (have to finish off the old job tomorrow). Reception, billing, claims, scheduling, phones, etc. etc.... that kind of thing. It seems to be pretty good so far; I work with nice people and the majority of people that come in are more than civil! Yes, Dailyplanet, I will fill you in later. Maybe over some pumpkin pie.
Anyways, it works for now, and sure beats my crappy old job. Also, I am moving on Monday! I have two roommates; a Rebecca and a cat. I'm allergic to the cat, but if I don't touch it I should be fine... I hope!!! Things are changing and I'm pretty happy about it. I can stop stressing about those two things now and move on to something else to make me grit my teeth and pick at my nails. There's plenty more where that came from!
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[21 Sep 2006|12:32pm] |
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WHAT the HELL do I get my dad for his birthday? It's on Saturday. This situation happens every frickin' year. Three times to be exact. I'm going to have to start sticking money in a card.
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[19 Sep 2006|10:07pm] |
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Another LJ site rejig, eh?
Guess it's time for another update.
I'm still looking for a stupid job. Or, well, it's not that I want a job that's stupid, it's that I hate looking for one. Especially when I don't know what I really want to do. It just seems like everyone else knows what they're doing, or at least they're working towards something or doing something productive. I feel like I'm just floating around in the middle of nowhere. And I go up and down when I feel like I'm close to getting a job, or far from it. I know I've only had 4 interviews, with one on Thursday, but... blahh. And on top of that, I really need to get out of this place. I just need my own space. But I need a job first. :(
And I know I'm bringing other people down when I get blah about things. I really hate that. I don't mean to be that way, and if I could be sunshine and lollipops all the time I would be.
I've been to one class in my jewellery course so far. It was fun. We only did sawing and filing, and apparently that's the boring part, so I guess that's good news for me! I also got up to some illegal activity with the saw... Don't tell anyone!!
Btw, I haven't seen Coronation Street for a while, so... what the heck are Craig Charles and Tony Slattery doing on it???
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[16 Aug 2006|12:21am] |
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Wonders never cease.
I went to Ikea today, and bought nothing. Nary a Swedish meatball or flövernügen. NOTHING!
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[14 Aug 2006|12:33am] |
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This is sort of a good idea, and it's cathartic to get things all out on something you know someone will read, but I think I'd reserve all of that energy for an angry, drunken, private entry. It's all just a tad too emo for my liking! Poor things.
http://community.livejournal.com/fuck_you_club/
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| How much am I worth? |
[14 Aug 2006|12:11am] |
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I guess you have to start somewhere, but shitty jobs and shitty pay are, well, shitty. Quite discouraging. It's funny though, since--- well, first let's educate the 1.3 people who are reading this. I stupidly accepted a job on Friday for a call centre. I can deal with a call centre, I guess. It's not my dream job, but probably tolerable. Only, I'd have to work Saturdays, meaning Friday and Sunday are off. A wonderful workday smack dab in the middle of my weekend. Okay. But all for ten bucks an hour? I know that the ability to make the same or more in three days at my present job isn't the point.... But I keep going back to that. Obviously I am NOT a lifer and won't stay there, but taking a pay cut blows! And yes I realize I can't walk into a $15/hour job (wouldn't that be nice). I ... just have a bad feeling about this job. Aren't you supposed to be excited about a new job? I'm prepared for this change too. In fact I need a change. But all I can think is "ugh". So.. I've decided to tell 'em I've changed my mind and don't want it after all. Anyways, back to the "it's funny" part. I told a few people about my dilemma, and there have been varying responses. From "try it for a while" to "tell them to stick it up their arses". I just find it interesting to hear what different people have to say about the same thing. And it's hard to decide when they tell you different things, too!! Anyways, thanks to everyone for their input, and wish me luck!
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[11 Aug 2006|12:18am] |
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There's a distinct possibility of me getting a new job tomorrow that starts on Monday. All I have to do is lie heavily about my love of customer service and my dreams of a wonderful career in a call centre.
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[03 Aug 2006|11:01pm] |
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At some point (or points) in your life, you utter those words, "I'm getting too old for this". Well, in my case there are some choice expletives mixed in there, but nevermind that. Serving was good for a while and I think it has served its purpose. It's no fun anymore. It's annoying, I'm making no money thanks to the new restaurant down the street, and management, well... that's a whole other story that need not be mentioned here!
Yes, ladies and gents, I want a Monday to Friday job! Time to pretend to be an adult! The only problem, however, besides missing the few people at work that I actually like, is that I don't know what I want to do. There's a high probability of working at the Rogers call centre, and there have also been some receptiony-officey type jobs posted. I still have to get my coverletter in order, which has me a bit stuck. I'm a certain type of procrastinator; if I don't think I'll do it right, I don't want to do it at all. Quite the frickin' thorn in my side. I know! I know! You say, "just do it already!", but man, there are a billion things around here to help me to NOT do it.
Speaking of.. I finally cleaned up a few things in my room that my mom was after me about. Again, the phrase "I'm getting too old for this" could be applied there too. But I just grit my teeth and repeat to myself "free rent", "free rent".... My teeth are going to get all nubby soon.
Growing up really is hard. Rebecca, my friend, you are so right. I know I'm 26, but I still feel like a kid. I just want to find a decent paying job, and GET somewhere. Having few bills is great and all, but at some point, you just want to have something to show for 26 whole years! Yeah, I know, I'm SOOOOOO old. Ha. Oh well. Could be worse I guess.
I finally installed my satellite radio in my car. I'm paying something like 12 bucks a month, which isn't bad. The stations are pretty good. I actually heard Moxy Fruvous today! Ha!! Who doesn't love a little Moxy?? Oh Jian.
Nighty night.
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[02 Aug 2006|11:39pm] |
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Sometimes I think that maybe I'm getting too old, but honestly, there's no way this can be "cool".
I was flipping channels today and came across a new video from Fergie, that nasty chick from Black Eyed Peas. I couldn't understand the lyrics, so I put the captions on.
This was the chorus:
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down
Like London London London
Wanna go down like
London London London
Be going down like
What??
And also:
All my girls get down on the floor
Back to back drop it down real low
I'm such a lady but I'm dancing like a ho
Because you know what, I don't give a fuck
Someone needs to go burn down Much Music.
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[22 Jun 2006|12:14pm] |
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I was cleaning out my inbox today and found a funny story that I had sent to my sister. Here's my comedy bit for today. Thank you, and please tip your waitress! (Hope your gig went well, Lloyd)
On my way back to K-town yesterday, I stopped to get gas on Dufferin
right near Yorkdale. I needed a little sugar, so I grabbed a pack of
Starburst candies. I pay for them and my gas, and get back in my car.
Before I leave I open the candies. The package doesn't seem to be glued
very well together, but meh, whatever, and I open one and pop it in my
mouth. *CRUNCH* Nasty thing is totally stale. I sit there and crunch it
a few times, trying to decide if I should accept this inferior candy.
But then I'm like, there's no way I'm driving home trying to chew my way
through these candies, like Rory with jujubes. So I get out, go back to
the guy at the counter with the pack in my hand and say, Hey, these are
really stale; do you mind if I get a new one? Guy (let's call him Samir)
says You have opened them already, and I'm like, Well, yeah, I had to
open them and eat one to find out that they were stale. Samir: But you
already ate one. Me: I KNOW. They are stale! Can I please have a new
one?? Samir: I cannot. They are already open. Me: How would I know they
are stale unless I ate one?!? Samir: [looks at the candies... looks at
me] Me: [getting indignant] DUDE, it's a BAD PRODUCT!
CAN I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER ONE!! (Yes, I actually called him Dude, thank
you) Like seriously, this dude thinks that I'm trying to scam him out of
an extra Starburst candy?? Like hey, I think I'll stop at the Petro
Canada for some gas and a bonus Starburst??! I think Petro Canada can
swallow the bleeding cost of the frickin' $1.09 Starburst!!! So then he
says okay, I will give you your money back. Me: [needing sugar] Sigh...
okay fine. So Samir proceeds to punch something in, I don't know what
he's doing, but he has a confused look on his face. I don't think he
knows what he's doing. Finally he says You want another one? I'm like...
uh... what did I just say? YES I want another one! So I go back to the
shelf and I pick up another pack of Tropical Starburst. I prod it a few
times to see they are soft. The whole set of them is stale. The regular
are not. I pick up one of those, but I go over and say, They are ALL
stale. Okay, whatever, can I just have my money back? Samir starts to
argue with me again, so I'm like OKAY I'LL JUST TAKE THIS ONE! He
punches something in and scans it. Me: OKAY? He nods. FINE...
And I stalk off. ALL FOR THIS FUCKING STARBURST! BUDDY, I just spent
A CRAPLOAD OF MONEY on my parents' collossal anniversary party, but I am not
afraid to argue over a buck and nine cents. Pissant.
Also... congrats to Ghana, moving on to the next round. Suck on that, USA!
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[12 Jun 2006|02:42am] |
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A wise man once said, "I think every blog I ever read had the line 'I should write more'". So I won't write that in here. Oops, I just did.
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Non-flammable in French is "ininflammable" according to my can o' air.
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[09 Jun 2005|10:41pm] |
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The Family Channel is a funny thing; it plays some great movies sometimes, but I wonder how family-oriented they really are. I happened to see "Postcards From the Edge" this evening. I suppose you could qualify it as a family movie, being about a mother and daughter, but I don't think Ma and Pa are going to gather the kids around the tv for this one. Anyways, I thought I had actually seen the whole movie, but turns out I had only seen the beginning (yeah, my memory sucks, okay?). I have to say how much this movie made me laugh; the sniping dialogue between Shirley MacLaine and Meryl Streep is hilarious. Come to think of it, it kind of reminds me of "Mother" with Albert Brooks and Debbie Reynolds. Yay, Debbie!! Yay, Shirley!! (And can I get a "Yay, Carrie Fisher!!" too, please?)
Oh, and at the end of the movie when Meryl is singing, who do I see behind her but Bazil Donovan from Blue Rodeo -- and oh hey, there's the rest of Blue Rodeo. Way cool.
I have to go back to work tomorrow. Poo.
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[26 May 2005|08:16pm] |
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Yes it's been a long time. But there hasn't been much to post about. Pretty boring 'round here.
Here's a small post, for Daniela's reading pleasure (sorry, Chiquita!).
Restaurant Q & A
1. The answer to "how is everyone today?" is not "Coffee and a water". Nor is it a blank stare.
2. The answer to "how is your dinner so far?" is not "Can I have more butter?" (nor a blank stare).
3. And most importantly, the answer to "would you like fries, baked potato, rice, etc...?" is not in your menu, no matter which page you look at. Your brain needs to work that one out.
Ah, the joys of working in a restaurant.
All right, all right! I'm getting another job soon. Keep yer pants on.
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74 hours
6 1/2 hours sleep
zzzzzzzzzzz
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