Thursday, 28 February 2013
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Quote of the Day
“You mean they killed her?" asked David.
"They ate her," said Brother Number One. "With porridge. That's what 'ran away and was never seen again' means in these parts. It means 'eaten.'"
"Um and what about 'happily ever after'?" asked David, a little uncertainly. "What does that mean?"
"Eaten quickly," said Brother Number One.”
John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
"They ate her," said Brother Number One. "With porridge. That's what 'ran away and was never seen again' means in these parts. It means 'eaten.'"
"Um and what about 'happily ever after'?" asked David, a little uncertainly. "What does that mean?"
"Eaten quickly," said Brother Number One.”
John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Monday, 25 February 2013
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Lyrics of the Day
I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown till the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
Don't think I can go on like this, putting in time on the graveyard shift...
I go to work at sundown, pick-axe digging into common ground.
Night falls but it makes no sound.
Duty's calling from the underground.
Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.
Come away, come away, come away.
Come sit by me and see what I see, when I close my eyes at the edge of sleep.
And we dream on the blade of a knife, following the trail of the afterlife.
Now here come the night commuters, the midnight hoard, the dawn refuters.
They're all here to settle a score, with the phantom limbs and the ghosts of war.
Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.
Come away, come away, come away.
I've been working the graveyard shift,
traded night for day now it's all I can do to stay awake...
Eyes heavy as the moonlight drifts, time to dig.
Time to dig, and bury my mistakes.
Bury my mistakes.
I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown to the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
I don't think it can go on like this,
putting in time in the graveyard...
Sam Roberts: Graveyard Shift
Sundown till the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
Don't think I can go on like this, putting in time on the graveyard shift...
I go to work at sundown, pick-axe digging into common ground.
Night falls but it makes no sound.
Duty's calling from the underground.
Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.
Come away, come away, come away.
Come sit by me and see what I see, when I close my eyes at the edge of sleep.
And we dream on the blade of a knife, following the trail of the afterlife.
Now here come the night commuters, the midnight hoard, the dawn refuters.
They're all here to settle a score, with the phantom limbs and the ghosts of war.
Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.
Come away, come away, come away.
I've been working the graveyard shift,
traded night for day now it's all I can do to stay awake...
Eyes heavy as the moonlight drifts, time to dig.
Time to dig, and bury my mistakes.
Bury my mistakes.
I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown to the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
I don't think it can go on like this,
putting in time in the graveyard...
Sam Roberts: Graveyard Shift
Friday, 22 February 2013
Rant of the Day
Periods.
PMS.
Headaches.
Cramps.
Moodiness.
An unholy sacrifice on my bedsheets every month that makes me wonder how I can still be alive and functioning after shedding that much blood.
Spending thousands of dollars in my lifetime on feminine products.
Needing to use feminine products.
Having the strangest cravings and telling my conscience and diet that it's only one week out of 4, and I have to have that chocolate bar and I deserve it and it's because I'm in pain and chocolate is the only thing that can dull my pain.
PMS.
Headaches.
Cramps.
Moodiness.
An unholy sacrifice on my bedsheets every month that makes me wonder how I can still be alive and functioning after shedding that much blood.
Spending thousands of dollars in my lifetime on feminine products.
Needing to use feminine products.
Having the strangest cravings and telling my conscience and diet that it's only one week out of 4, and I have to have that chocolate bar and I deserve it and it's because I'm in pain and chocolate is the only thing that can dull my pain.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Lyrics of the Day
I’m Shah Jahan, you’re Taj Mahal.
Do you remember that night at the Minah Bazaar?
You were meant to be mine.
You were meant to be mine.
I saw fourteen children in your lovely brown eyes,
to be King and Queen was just a disguise.
You were meant to be mine,
You were meant to be mine.
Keep on keep on keep on singing... Taj Mahal
Sitting with you on the banks of the Ganges, stealing a kiss on the streets of Bombay.
Caressing your hair like the wind through the palm trees, I never dreamed that anyone could take you away....
Taj Mahal
I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’ll make sure that no one forgets you.
I’ll make sure that no one forgets you
I’ll make sure that no one forgets you
Taj Mahal
Taj Mahal
Sam Roberts: Taj Mahal
Do you remember that night at the Minah Bazaar?
You were meant to be mine.
You were meant to be mine.
I saw fourteen children in your lovely brown eyes,
to be King and Queen was just a disguise.
You were meant to be mine,
You were meant to be mine.
Keep on keep on keep on singing... Taj Mahal
Sitting with you on the banks of the Ganges, stealing a kiss on the streets of Bombay.
Caressing your hair like the wind through the palm trees, I never dreamed that anyone could take you away....
Taj Mahal
I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’ll make sure that no one forgets you.
I’ll make sure that no one forgets you
I’ll make sure that no one forgets you
Taj Mahal
Taj Mahal
Sam Roberts: Taj Mahal
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Thought of the Day
I am the exception that I still keep in touch with all my old friends.
From the group that I hung out with in Elementary School, I still see about 4-5 of them regularly. Regularly as in about once a month.
From the group that I hung out with in High School, I still see about 5-6 of them regularly. As in about once a month.
From my University friends, I see them a little less (they've all gone onto Law School, Med School, etcetera).
The point I am trying to make is that what they said in High School WAS WRONG. They told me that the friends you made in High School would fade away, like the friends in Elementary School. They'd move on, forget about you, and move onto bigger and better things.
That wasn't the case for me, and I am so proud of myself. But not in the silly prideful way. As in I'm glad and grateful that I still have friends who live near me who want to see and hang out with me.
Yes, friends move away. Yes, they start having families and boyfriends and they seem to fade from the face of the earth for a bit. But there will always be those close few who never disappear, they promise to stay in touch, and they keep these promises.
I still remember in Elementary School... being way too young to understand what it actually meant, my friends and I made a pact. We've kept it. We promised to always be best friends. We promised to always keep in touch. We promised to always believe in God, we promised to not do drugs, and not to have sex before marriage. It was silly and naive, but we've stuck as close to the original pact as we could. The point I'm trying to make is that with EFFORT and COMMITMENT, anyone can retain friendships.
It is a two way street. I can't expect my friends to want to hang out with me if I never call them and set up a hangout. The world doesn't work on assumptions. We need words and actions to solidify our intentions.
This isn't to say I haven't lost friends along the way. But know that they were lost after many hours of searching. Some people just don't want to be found, and that's okay. But I'll never forget a single friend I've had... that's the way a sentimental heart works. And speaking of my sentimental heart, I thank God every day that I have such great friends that know the worth of promises, and effort.
From the group that I hung out with in Elementary School, I still see about 4-5 of them regularly. Regularly as in about once a month.
From the group that I hung out with in High School, I still see about 5-6 of them regularly. As in about once a month.
From my University friends, I see them a little less (they've all gone onto Law School, Med School, etcetera).
The point I am trying to make is that what they said in High School WAS WRONG. They told me that the friends you made in High School would fade away, like the friends in Elementary School. They'd move on, forget about you, and move onto bigger and better things.
Yes, friends move away. Yes, they start having families and boyfriends and they seem to fade from the face of the earth for a bit. But there will always be those close few who never disappear, they promise to stay in touch, and they keep these promises.
I still remember in Elementary School... being way too young to understand what it actually meant, my friends and I made a pact. We've kept it. We promised to always be best friends. We promised to always keep in touch. We promised to always believe in God, we promised to not do drugs, and not to have sex before marriage. It was silly and naive, but we've stuck as close to the original pact as we could. The point I'm trying to make is that with EFFORT and COMMITMENT, anyone can retain friendships.
It is a two way street. I can't expect my friends to want to hang out with me if I never call them and set up a hangout. The world doesn't work on assumptions. We need words and actions to solidify our intentions.
This isn't to say I haven't lost friends along the way. But know that they were lost after many hours of searching. Some people just don't want to be found, and that's okay. But I'll never forget a single friend I've had... that's the way a sentimental heart works. And speaking of my sentimental heart, I thank God every day that I have such great friends that know the worth of promises, and effort.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Thought of the Day
Why can't we treat people the way we treat our pets?
We spoil our kitties and puppies with treats, toys, walks, cuddles, and love. But we can't open doors for people coming up behind us?
I find this hypocritical and absurd.
Homelessness in people about matches the number of homeless animals. No, I don't have a statistic to match that. But I live in a metropolitan city. I see homeless youth just as much as I see homeless animals. Most countries I've visited have a high population of cats and dogs, as well as teens that have runaway.
Why is it we tell kids to get jobs? We should tell strays to be cuter so someone'll take them home.
There are thousands of adoptions from the SPCA annually. How many kids are adopted? Yes, I understand a kid lives longer than an animal, but they're not that much more work than adopting a dog. And dogs will love you unconditionally, forever. Kids won't. At least, most of the time they'll go through a stage or two.
So if we're so kind and charitable to these furry friends, why can't we stop and say hi to strangers in the street? Without the fear or rape or burglary? Maybe one day we'll realize that people need food and shelter and love just as much (if not more) than our animal counterparts.
Share the love!
We spoil our kitties and puppies with treats, toys, walks, cuddles, and love. But we can't open doors for people coming up behind us?
I find this hypocritical and absurd.
Homelessness in people about matches the number of homeless animals. No, I don't have a statistic to match that. But I live in a metropolitan city. I see homeless youth just as much as I see homeless animals. Most countries I've visited have a high population of cats and dogs, as well as teens that have runaway.
Why is it we tell kids to get jobs? We should tell strays to be cuter so someone'll take them home.
There are thousands of adoptions from the SPCA annually. How many kids are adopted? Yes, I understand a kid lives longer than an animal, but they're not that much more work than adopting a dog. And dogs will love you unconditionally, forever. Kids won't. At least, most of the time they'll go through a stage or two.
So if we're so kind and charitable to these furry friends, why can't we stop and say hi to strangers in the street? Without the fear or rape or burglary? Maybe one day we'll realize that people need food and shelter and love just as much (if not more) than our animal counterparts.
Share the love!
Monday, 18 February 2013
Rant of the Day
Not being able to smile in your passport pictures.
Who decided this? I go back through all my old passports (of me when I was around 5, 10, then 15, then suddenly when I was 20 I didn't smile anymore) the older ones all depict a happy smiling girl. Suddenly in one of my passports I'm staring daggers at the camera.
The government of Canada claims that having a neutral expression is important for face-detection software. This very futuristic software can calculate angles and sizes of facial features, but has trouble with smiles.
Most people (myself included) look scary and mad when I'm not smiling. I'd like to think I have a transformation whenever I smile. My smile is definitely more distinctive and easier to point out in a crowd than my 'neutral-face.'
But not only can one not smile, but one cannot have parted lips. Not even a sliver of space between your bottom and top teeth. What about for people with braces? I have a head cold and can't breathe through my nose today, do I have to wait to get my photo taken?
By the way, your eyes must be all the way open.
Hair must be tucked behind your ears so your ears are fully visible. Uhm. My ears are tiny and flat against my face. Good luck with that.
No hair obscuring the face. I'm a little fuzzy on what that might mean. How much obscured? Are bangs considered obstructive? I had braids in my hair one year and they told me to take them out. Take out braids? I don't know why. They never gave me a reason... just the ominous 'then whoever's looking at your passport might not accept it.'
Well FINE I guess I'll jump through all these hoops. But then there are issues with lighting, shadows, head sizing, shoulders being perpendicular with my lower jawline, and the amount of shine coming off my nose.
And I'm paying money for the stiffest, most boring, angriest looking picture of my life. It isn't cheap either, considering you need a new passport every 5 years. Actually, it's really 4.5 years because you need your passport to be valid for 6 MONTHS after the intended date of return travel.
I'd like a discount for that half a year please. Also for having to take out my braids. Those took time. Oh yeah they told me once I shouldn't wear a rainbow striped shirt as it doesn't translate well on camera so they offered me a cardigan to cover the tops of my shoulders.
Thanks. At least they offered and didn't just usher me straight into an interrogation room, I guess.
Who decided this? I go back through all my old passports (of me when I was around 5, 10, then 15, then suddenly when I was 20 I didn't smile anymore) the older ones all depict a happy smiling girl. Suddenly in one of my passports I'm staring daggers at the camera.
The government of Canada claims that having a neutral expression is important for face-detection software. This very futuristic software can calculate angles and sizes of facial features, but has trouble with smiles.
Most people (myself included) look scary and mad when I'm not smiling. I'd like to think I have a transformation whenever I smile. My smile is definitely more distinctive and easier to point out in a crowd than my 'neutral-face.'
But not only can one not smile, but one cannot have parted lips. Not even a sliver of space between your bottom and top teeth. What about for people with braces? I have a head cold and can't breathe through my nose today, do I have to wait to get my photo taken?
By the way, your eyes must be all the way open.
Hair must be tucked behind your ears so your ears are fully visible. Uhm. My ears are tiny and flat against my face. Good luck with that.
No hair obscuring the face. I'm a little fuzzy on what that might mean. How much obscured? Are bangs considered obstructive? I had braids in my hair one year and they told me to take them out. Take out braids? I don't know why. They never gave me a reason... just the ominous 'then whoever's looking at your passport might not accept it.'
Well FINE I guess I'll jump through all these hoops. But then there are issues with lighting, shadows, head sizing, shoulders being perpendicular with my lower jawline, and the amount of shine coming off my nose.
And I'm paying money for the stiffest, most boring, angriest looking picture of my life. It isn't cheap either, considering you need a new passport every 5 years. Actually, it's really 4.5 years because you need your passport to be valid for 6 MONTHS after the intended date of return travel.
I'd like a discount for that half a year please. Also for having to take out my braids. Those took time. Oh yeah they told me once I shouldn't wear a rainbow striped shirt as it doesn't translate well on camera so they offered me a cardigan to cover the tops of my shoulders.
Thanks. At least they offered and didn't just usher me straight into an interrogation room, I guess.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Lyrics of the Day
I hear you knocking on the door but you ain't never comin' in, no, no...
to this house no more.
Cause it ain't like, it ain't like it was before.
You went sailing on for that distant shore.
True, we had love so true.
Oh and we had skies so blue, we had skies so blue.
So I, I had my hopes up high...
till all I heard was 'goodbye' when I called for you.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
So you can take it on the chin, yeah you take it on your weak chin.
Then you do it all again and again...
tell me when will it end?
And now you come back, oh yeah, you crawled on back with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack.
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong... Love just can't grow when you're gone so long
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
No, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
You've been a soldier
You've been a privateer
Now you're looking much older, yes you are my dear.
Now you're back again from the lion's den.
You've got a plagiarist's eye
You've got a poison pen.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
Love can bend you, love can break.
hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Life will give you what you take.
love can bend you, love can break.
Hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Oh! Life will give you what you take
Sam Roberts: Twist the Knife
to this house no more.
Cause it ain't like, it ain't like it was before.
You went sailing on for that distant shore.
True, we had love so true.
Oh and we had skies so blue, we had skies so blue.
So I, I had my hopes up high...
till all I heard was 'goodbye' when I called for you.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
So you can take it on the chin, yeah you take it on your weak chin.
Then you do it all again and again...
tell me when will it end?
And now you come back, oh yeah, you crawled on back with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack.
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong... Love just can't grow when you're gone so long
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
No, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall
You've been a soldier
You've been a privateer
Now you're looking much older, yes you are my dear.
Now you're back again from the lion's den.
You've got a plagiarist's eye
You've got a poison pen.
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.
Love can bend you, love can break.
hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Life will give you what you take.
love can bend you, love can break.
Hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Oh! Life will give you what you take
Sam Roberts: Twist the Knife
Saturday, 16 February 2013
A Realistic Job Post
Hi. My name is Nicole and I want a job.
To be honest, I'm not experienced. At all. But I really hope you'll give me a chance. Just because I don't have work experience doesn't mean I'm not qualified. Let's make sure we make the distinction...
I haven't worked in the Technical Writing field at all, ever. But I'm in school for it now and have been for about a year and a half. This means it's fresh in my mind and I've been working on building my skills consistently.
To be honest, I'm not overly fond of people. This is why I'm going into a technical field... because there probably isn't an overabundance of socialization and having to deal with marketing to people. Now this isn't to say I can't cozy up to people if I like them. I can't be very fun and very cool, but not all the time. For example on a Monday morning (which for me is anytime before 10am) any conversation may just totally slip over my head. But don't confuse my grunts for rudeness. This is simply me saying 'I'll get back to you on that thought later.'
So yes, if you want to make a resume-appropriate line for that, I can work well independently but also flourish alone.
To be truthful, I'm not the perfect candidate. I probably won't show up for work on time every single day for 15 years. You'll be lucky if I stay in the same company for 5. I will take sick days even if I'm not actually sick. Well, while I'm being truthful... I'll call them 'mental health days' (which every company should offer). This is just when I cannot psychologically or emotionally deal with all the work bullshit and just need a day to myself.
Truth be told, I will probably not like my boss very much. I will probably make obscene faces every time they turn around. This isn't because he/she is a bad person. It's because I don't like being told what to do. At least not without a reward.
Speaking of rewards, it'd be great if I could get paid a decent salary. Yes, I know I have no experience. I know I'm not tried, or tested. But there are things I can promise anyone:
Regardless of whether I hate the job or not, I will do it. I will finish each and every task to the best of my ability.
I will do my best to show up on time, to be courteous and kind, to go to meetings and I'll try to stay awake, and I will learn to make a coffee if that's what my boss wants.
If I fail at something or if something isn't right or isn't good enough, TELL ME and I will do all that I can to improve. This includes taking extra courses, spending more time on the project, or asking for help. I'm not so high on my horse that I can't ask for help if and when I need it.
I will do all these things without overtly grumbling. I will take my grievances home and not slander or libel the company in any way. Because that's petty and I hate pettiness.
Other than that, I can't make any more promises. I will say it's part of my personality that I do put a lot of effort into things. I am lazy in that I don't like to get out of bed on a cold winter morning. I am lazy in that I'll leave dirty socks on the floor for about 3 days before putting them into the hamper. But I am also OCD.
Things have to be organized. They have to be filed and foldered in colour-coordinated perfection. This may be of benefit for any technical company.
I know the value of organization. And I am very organized. I can also type ridiculously fast. Is there any job where all I do is type all day? A job that doesn't require a PhD? That'd be great, please let me know. Because I can do that job and probably beat anyone's ass at a typing test.
But seriously now, I am looking for a job. A full-time, permanent position. I want to be paid more than I'm worth. I want the 2 week vacation and mental health days and a nap room and massage chairs in the break room and a cool boss and coworkers that aren't 3 generations older than me. While I'm asking for things I want, I also want a unicorn. World peace too, I guess.
Isn't that what everyone wants? To get a 'cool' job where their coworkers are awesome and boss isn't demanding? The pay is great and it isn't like a sleazy porno production company or something?
I'd love to find a job I could be proud of. I could say with my chest puffed out that 'I work at _____!!' Notice that double exclamation? That's my pride.
So yes, I am qualified. I can do it. But will anyone give me a chance? Not just looking at my resume. It's bland and contrived and maybe less impressive than average. Spunk doesn't translate on paper. I wish people could just give novices chances like they did in the 'olden days.' But these are the days where everyone has a BA and any fool can use a computer.
I'm asking for a chance. Honestly, just let yourself be surprised by my ability. I can't say I'll pick it up immediately... it may take me a month or 3 to get used to the flow of things. But I am eager. I can do it. I want it. And frankly, if I'm unemployed for long enough, I will desperately need it.
Thank you,
Nicole
To be honest, I'm not experienced. At all. But I really hope you'll give me a chance. Just because I don't have work experience doesn't mean I'm not qualified. Let's make sure we make the distinction...
I haven't worked in the Technical Writing field at all, ever. But I'm in school for it now and have been for about a year and a half. This means it's fresh in my mind and I've been working on building my skills consistently.
To be honest, I'm not overly fond of people. This is why I'm going into a technical field... because there probably isn't an overabundance of socialization and having to deal with marketing to people. Now this isn't to say I can't cozy up to people if I like them. I can't be very fun and very cool, but not all the time. For example on a Monday morning (which for me is anytime before 10am) any conversation may just totally slip over my head. But don't confuse my grunts for rudeness. This is simply me saying 'I'll get back to you on that thought later.'
So yes, if you want to make a resume-appropriate line for that, I can work well independently but also flourish alone.
To be truthful, I'm not the perfect candidate. I probably won't show up for work on time every single day for 15 years. You'll be lucky if I stay in the same company for 5. I will take sick days even if I'm not actually sick. Well, while I'm being truthful... I'll call them 'mental health days' (which every company should offer). This is just when I cannot psychologically or emotionally deal with all the work bullshit and just need a day to myself.
Truth be told, I will probably not like my boss very much. I will probably make obscene faces every time they turn around. This isn't because he/she is a bad person. It's because I don't like being told what to do. At least not without a reward.
Speaking of rewards, it'd be great if I could get paid a decent salary. Yes, I know I have no experience. I know I'm not tried, or tested. But there are things I can promise anyone:
Regardless of whether I hate the job or not, I will do it. I will finish each and every task to the best of my ability.
I will do my best to show up on time, to be courteous and kind, to go to meetings and I'll try to stay awake, and I will learn to make a coffee if that's what my boss wants.
If I fail at something or if something isn't right or isn't good enough, TELL ME and I will do all that I can to improve. This includes taking extra courses, spending more time on the project, or asking for help. I'm not so high on my horse that I can't ask for help if and when I need it.
I will do all these things without overtly grumbling. I will take my grievances home and not slander or libel the company in any way. Because that's petty and I hate pettiness.
Other than that, I can't make any more promises. I will say it's part of my personality that I do put a lot of effort into things. I am lazy in that I don't like to get out of bed on a cold winter morning. I am lazy in that I'll leave dirty socks on the floor for about 3 days before putting them into the hamper. But I am also OCD.
Things have to be organized. They have to be filed and foldered in colour-coordinated perfection. This may be of benefit for any technical company.
I know the value of organization. And I am very organized. I can also type ridiculously fast. Is there any job where all I do is type all day? A job that doesn't require a PhD? That'd be great, please let me know. Because I can do that job and probably beat anyone's ass at a typing test.
But seriously now, I am looking for a job. A full-time, permanent position. I want to be paid more than I'm worth. I want the 2 week vacation and mental health days and a nap room and massage chairs in the break room and a cool boss and coworkers that aren't 3 generations older than me. While I'm asking for things I want, I also want a unicorn. World peace too, I guess.
Isn't that what everyone wants? To get a 'cool' job where their coworkers are awesome and boss isn't demanding? The pay is great and it isn't like a sleazy porno production company or something?
I'd love to find a job I could be proud of. I could say with my chest puffed out that 'I work at _____!!' Notice that double exclamation? That's my pride.
So yes, I am qualified. I can do it. But will anyone give me a chance? Not just looking at my resume. It's bland and contrived and maybe less impressive than average. Spunk doesn't translate on paper. I wish people could just give novices chances like they did in the 'olden days.' But these are the days where everyone has a BA and any fool can use a computer.
I'm asking for a chance. Honestly, just let yourself be surprised by my ability. I can't say I'll pick it up immediately... it may take me a month or 3 to get used to the flow of things. But I am eager. I can do it. I want it. And frankly, if I'm unemployed for long enough, I will desperately need it.
Thank you,
Nicole
Friday, 15 February 2013
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Rant of the Day
Why do people cheat? Why can't girls and guys be brave enough to just break up with their significant other before choosing to cheat?
Is it the danger? Is it the risk? Is it the chance that your actual partner may walk in on you? Catch you in the act?
I can't fathom having to break a heart. Or breaking a heart through infidelity. Guaranteed I'll break up with anyone if I get the tiniest itch to cheat.
Is it the danger? Is it the risk? Is it the chance that your actual partner may walk in on you? Catch you in the act?
I can't fathom having to break a heart. Or breaking a heart through infidelity. Guaranteed I'll break up with anyone if I get the tiniest itch to cheat.
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Thought of the Day
I never thought I'd start enjoying tea. At least, not as much as I enjoy drinking tea as I do now.
I used to drink tea. A little bit. When my stomach was upset or when I was cold, I'd drink tea.
It wasn't anything particularly special... though it was Chinese tea. My mom always believes (as do I) that there are certain teas that soothe a sore or upset stomach.
Over the years I think it's become normal to see a cupboard full of teas. Green teas, black teas, breakfast teas, herbal teas, and all sorts of weird exotic teas that we've collected over the years.
But there's been a recent fad in my life where I've been drinking a cup of tea or more a day. I'll try any decaffeinated tea I can get my hands on. Even the weird tasting ones that most people don't try. Plus High Tea is such a cute phenomena and popular activity in Vancouver that it's hard not to be hooked.
So what is it? Is it ingrained in my culture to drink tea? Or is it fast becoming more desirable to drink tea because of how many tea shops have popped up recently? Are people finally realizing the health benefits of tea?
I don't really care, to be honest. All I know is that it makes me feel warm and nice on a cold day. It calms me down and tastes good. It has no calories so it isn't detrimental to my health. What other reasons does one need to partake in something in which they enjoy?
I used to drink tea. A little bit. When my stomach was upset or when I was cold, I'd drink tea.
It wasn't anything particularly special... though it was Chinese tea. My mom always believes (as do I) that there are certain teas that soothe a sore or upset stomach.
Over the years I think it's become normal to see a cupboard full of teas. Green teas, black teas, breakfast teas, herbal teas, and all sorts of weird exotic teas that we've collected over the years.
But there's been a recent fad in my life where I've been drinking a cup of tea or more a day. I'll try any decaffeinated tea I can get my hands on. Even the weird tasting ones that most people don't try. Plus High Tea is such a cute phenomena and popular activity in Vancouver that it's hard not to be hooked.
So what is it? Is it ingrained in my culture to drink tea? Or is it fast becoming more desirable to drink tea because of how many tea shops have popped up recently? Are people finally realizing the health benefits of tea?
I don't really care, to be honest. All I know is that it makes me feel warm and nice on a cold day. It calms me down and tastes good. It has no calories so it isn't detrimental to my health. What other reasons does one need to partake in something in which they enjoy?
Monday, 11 February 2013
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