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Today I ate: french toast tea poutine root beer donuts smart food popcorn
msn-where....is....oskar?
Big news. I got a job. A real job this time. I am now the afternoon/midnight shift weekend girl at Tim Hortons Coffee. I said I'd never work at fast food, but Tim Hortons doesn't count because they do not sell hamburgers so it's on the list of "okay to do".
I'm scared, because Tim Hortons is always full of people and you have to go fast. I have a 5 question interview today and she asked me if I was a fast learner, so I lied and said yes. I'm not a fast learner. I listen to the instructions, I usually don't get it. So I stand infront of the task for a few minutes, and then just try to do it my way. If I make a mistake the person the will come behind me and tell me the problem, it will be fixed then I know how forever. That's not a fast learner. I want to make sandwiches so I don't have to talk to people. I want to be on drive-thru so the person I'm serving isn't standing there watching me be slow.
But holy fuck guys, I have a job! Before graduation I said I'll have a job by October, assuming I'd be hired in August, but oh no. But here we are October 22nd, and I have a job and a paper route. Whoa. I start on Tuesday at 5pm until 10pm, for training.
I don't know how it's going to work out. I have to take out my labret. I have never, ever taken it out. If I was being served, I would rather have someone with a piercing then someone with an open hole in my face. I'd rather work with a big bandaid and hairnet over my chin then take it out.
I'm calling my piercer tomorrow, in BC, to see how long I can have it out for before it grows over.
I have to take my piercing out. I can only wear one ring, opposed to my three that I wear on a regular basis. Cannot wear watches or bracelets. Hair needs to be, not a huge deal. No nail polish. If I have a cut on my hand I need to wear a bandaid then wear gloves over it. Since I have a wild kitten my hands will be so covered my hands will look like the michellan man.
I am grateful for my restricting job. I'll probably end up taking up smoking, that's the only thing you can do at break.
The only thing I'm looking forward to is the fact I'm technically not a bum any more, and my name tag. I'm going to see if I can get away with wearing pins on my uniform.
Hello, My Name is: DAMIEN (underneath) FUCKKNUCKLES
Only in my world's tim hortons.
I've never been denied my "individuality" before and it's hurts so much. I'm fucking offended, I'm offended over a serving coffee job.
I got my flu shot today, oh it was bliss. I love needles. Afterwards we went to the laundry mat, then Wal-mart.
I spent $99.76 at WalMart. I bought myself the new CD by The Used. I'm a little bit disappointed by it. I like "Let It Bleed" and "Sound Effects and Overdramatics" so far. But I'm not as amazed as I had hoped, especially for $17. I also bought myself a book, "Will They Ever Trust Us Again?" by Michael Moore. It's a collection of letters for the soliders in Iraq. I am going to start reading it soon, once I finish "Dangerous Angels". I started reading it months ago, then stopped for a long time, but I started again a few days ago. Almost finished. I also bought myself two bottles of vitamans, Cranberry supplements to keep the Vagina healthy and Vitamin C with Echineaca for the rest of the body. Blistex for my lips. Then I bought this pet smell spary for the carpet because Bowie and Max like to use the basement for their toilet, it's gross. I got some Yule Shopping done as well. Next time I go out with Jo to Belleville, I'll be finished.
I called Wayne tonight, I love him.
Passage from Dangerous Angels:
"Dirk and Pup looked up at Jimi burning his guitar. It flamed beneath the steeple of his hands, between his legs. Jimi had said it was like a sacrifice. He loved his guitar. He was giving up something he loved. Dirk wondered if Jimi had felt that way about life." -Page 392
I hung the roses Wayne gave me last week, to dry tonight. They are hanging above my bed, above my pillow. The bouqet has been beside my bed all week, I wake up to the smell of those flowers. I am sure the same is to be said about the next few mornings.
It's going to be a bitch standing for hours straight for the first time in my life. I'm going to OD on tylenol before I go to work so it makes me not be able to feel.
I'm afraid of my job.
I am also thristy. For orange juice. I will settle for milk.
I need to call Justin hardcore. But he hasn't tried to get a hold of me either.
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