That Guy

You know who’s in my Stats class? THAT GUY. That… that… that DORK who sat in front of us in Econ. He’s in my Stats class. And he happened to sit in front of exactly where I was sitting. And he’s just as stupid.
[Teacher gives two types of organizational styles of data. One is categorical, the other is all numbers.]
Teacher: Now, which one is computation?
DORK: *without putting up hand* Technically, isn’t that certain type of category in the categorical one computational because it uses numbers as it’s categories?
Me: *literally slaps face, which causes girl beside me to look* (I think she saw my wicked awesome sketch also, but that’s a different story)
Teacher: Well, no. That’s no right.

So I was like, ARG, I hate him. But then I went to my Cosc course. Kinda. Well, my course list had disappeared (I put it in what I thought was a pouch on my new backpack, but it turned out to not be a pouch) so I had to load up Prommy to see where my class was. By the time I got it all loaded up and checked out, I was about a minute late for class. Danny was there, but I had to sit behind him. That spot, incidentally, was right beside a certain other person. Wanna guess who? THAT DORK.
Friggin’ dork. Why’d he have to do the same degree as me? Now certainly I’m going to see him in my other 2 Cosc courses. Please no. ;-; I don’t want him in all my classes.

Oi.

Blarg, quasi-stressful day at work.

I started work at noon today. Everything was going fine, except that Caitlin and Emily and Kyle all called me lazy. ME lazy. Me LAZY. Puh. Anways, at around 5 o’clock-ish, I noticed that the cooler that holds all of our meat wasn’t doing 100%, so I called a manager. Woody came, agreed with me that said cooler was not doing said percent, so he called a guy to come a fix it. Whatever was wrong with it.
Anyways, I was busily going about the rest of the night, and around 7:30, while in the middle of skewering all of them chickens, like what I always do, Woody comes in and says that I have to move all of the product that sits on the shelf into the backroom while the guy pulls out the bottom and hoses off something for some reason.
That wouldn’t have been so bad, but I kinda still had more stuff to do, and very little tubs to move the product IN. So, I used the remaining three big yellow tubs and moved all that I could. I needed way, WAY more surface area to rest the stuff in, so I started getting creative. I was borrowing things from bakery, and at one point, I took the tall metal rack we keep stuff on out. The only thing I didn’t realize about this metal rack was that it had a bum wheel. Didn’t realize this until it was completely filled with meat and stuff.
I just came into the door when Mike, a guy who works in the bakery and wasn’t on at the moment but had decided to stop by to say hello (he was dressed in human clothing), stood in my way for a split second. The momentum of the rack was a little too much and I very lightly bumped into him. For some reason this was the time a wheel on the rack decided that it didn’t want to be part of the rack anymore and just fell off. Me and Mike quickly caught the tumbling rack, and only a few tubs of Potato Salad fell off (and broke). The two of us held the rack, keeping it from falling for a minute or two. Luckily, Kyle from produce walked by and we quickly called him to help. It took the three of us nearly 20 minutes to get the wheel back on, and we didn’t even do that. It just didn’t want to go in, so we just moved the rack with only three wheels in the back cooler, and propped it up on a tub of broken potato salad (We’re so smart).

Anyways, with all of the extra stuff I had to do with moving all the food, I had to stay an extra hour after work. Yay for 9.5 hour shifts! And I didn’t even get to put all the stuff back out. So we’re all going to have to be super busy tomorrow. At least I get time and a half for the extra hour.

-_- And they call me lazy.

Monty

Well, I finally heard HOW Monty drowned. Apparently, my Dad and Judy decided to go rafting down the Thomson River and brought Monty along. While they were going, they hit a rock and Judy fell out. They were in some harsh rapids, so Dad jumped in after her to save her. When they both got back to the raft safely (O_o thankfully) they saw Monty had fallen out afterwards. My dad tried to paddle to him, but eventually he went under and never came back. ;_;
My dad feels extremely horrible and blames himself. Its lucky that nothing happened to Judy though.

Not so LOL

Well, I finally have something to blog about. To bad it’s really tragic.

Monty, my puppers, died. My dad had taken him camping with him, and he drowned. Don’t really know how it happened. My dad wasn’t doing so well over the phone. Kinda weird hearing someone who’s always been so iron willed being so sad.

I’m so sad right now, you don’t even know.

Mom

So, I was going to be all sweet and sneaky and buy my mom a nice big bouquet of flowers for her to see when she wakes up on mother’s day and I was going to be the best son ever. But then I find out she’s going to Vancouver this weekend to see her OWN Mother. There goes my plan. Oh well, I think she still might be back on mother’s day, so maybe I could still be all like, OMFG FLOWERS IN YOUR FACE. Women love flowers.

Me: I don’t really like day shifts. I prefer night shifts. I don’t like getting up early. I like staying up late. I like taking breaks with people I actually know, instead of taking them alone or with people I don’t even like. I like doing things in the order that I think is best, and not being told specifically what I should do when. I don’t like doing these daytime stuff, and prefer scrubbing ovens and skewering chickens. I don’t like going home during traffic, especially when the bus is full of kids just getting out of middle school. I like sometimes getting rides home with my brother. I want to work nights. Plus, buses don’t run that early on weekends.
Jean: LOL, TOO BAD.

;_; Why can’t I just keep working nights?

Peeves

You know what I don’t like? You may be shocked to discover it, but I don’t care if you’re blown away. Alright, here goes:
I don’t like being accused of not working when I just worked really, really hard. My boss, Jean, put me and Emily both on a night shift, an unheard of act in the deli. Normally I get to be super lonely for five hours. But she put us both on to clean, cause summer is coming up and the deli needs to be the best it can be.
So she gave me a verbal list of some things to do. She speaks a million miles a second so I was worried that we wouldn’t get it all done. Once Emily arrives, the two of us start furiously working our whole shift. Keep in mind that both Sarika AND my brother were working so there was plenty of opportunity for distraction.
But I did not sway from our duty, and vigorously finished off what she did. Some things took longer than we thought, but we pretty much got it all done. I go home, and rest, knowing that we would both be in again the next day to finish everything else that Jean would want us to do.
So when I get in the next day, the first thing Jean tells me is that she’s going to need to have a written list of everything that we did the night previous because “nothing she asked to be done was done.” She said that she would need to validate her getting extra hours for us to clean and show it to the store manager. I was really, really upset.
“What didn’t we do?” I inquired. Apparently, we didn’t wash being the jars somewhere: a task she had told Emily a week ago that she wanted done. And that was it. When Jean sees one thing wrong, suddenly we didn’t do anything.
When Emily arrived, I told her, and she was also extremely upset. Emily told me that Jean never asked her to do any such ‘cleaning behind the jars’. I mean, that’s not even really the Deli. And so, the two of us worked even harder, just to spite Jean. We did absolutely everything imaginable, cleaning things that Jean wouldn’t even think of. We worked all the day again. I skipped one of my breaks, just to work. Then we wrote a very long, hateful list of everything that we did. The list was oozing hatred.

I think Jean felt bad when she saw the list, because the next day I worked, she thanked me for all of my hard work cleaning in a very defeated sort of tone.
Anyways, I have to get to bed, because Jean seems to think that I want to work mornings now. So that means that I have to be in by 7, which means I have to be out of the house by 6 to catch the bus. Which means I have to be up by 5:30.

Computer Science Major?

Me: Maybe I should major in computer science. It has more job opportunities, and I found the exam pretty easy.
Patty Laser: I’m posting your grades!
Me: Huzzah, time to see how good I did.
*looks at grade*
Me: WTF, I got 40% on the final!? BUT I THOUGHT I OWNED IT.

So you need at least 50% on your exam to pass computer science. But that also include your midterms, thank god. I mean, if it didn’t I would have failed. I mean, I seriously thought that I did really really well on that final. I studied hard for it, probably the hardest I studied for any class, and it was the only final I actually felt confident about after I left. This makes me not want to take computer science.

Work?

So, I’ve talked to Jean twice now about giving me less hours. “Two days a week,” I told her, but that mysteriously translated into “TWO WEEK DAYS AND BOTH WEEKENDS HAR HAR!” So, I was actually working MORE hours then. And then… what was her name… Lisa maybe, whatever… yeah, she quit. Jean decided that that meant that I would go back to working a lot. 26 hours this week, and 26 hours next week. That’s more hours than Jake. And Jake doesn’t go to school. I guess that means that I’m just going to have to be mean and restrict myself down to, like, 2 days a week. That would be awesome. 14 hours a week would be so much better. SO MUCH. Working Wednesday Thursday Friday really sucks when you have something due on Friday. Because around Tuesday, you still feel like you have the rest of the week to work on homework, but that’s a lie.
Maybe I should quit school and work at the Deli full-time and die unhappy.

3D2TG

3 down, 2 to go.

I’ve done my Logic Final, my Calculus Final, and my Stats Final. Still have my Matrix Algebra Final and my Metaphysics Final.
The two I was most worried about (Calc and Stats) I think went fairly decent. I don’t think I’m going to fail them, wooh! Not failing is a good thing, IMO. Matrix Algebra has been a breeze all year, including homework and the midterm, so I can only assume that the final will be the same. Metaphysics will probably be a few short answers and a couple of essays. I think going to class will have been enough, but I’ll try to do all the readings that I never did before the final.
I ordered my computer, and it should be arriving within the next couple of days. Epimetheus, I call him. It’s funny, because that’s the name of Prometheus’ brother, the name of my lappy. I hope Promy and Epi get along.
Maiv is getting even more annoying that she was originally. Mom closes her door at night now, because she’s tired of cats sleeping on her face and waking up in a mass of fur. This means that the cats are unhappy, because they don’t have a nice, comfy face to sleep on. That equates to them meowing all night. Non stop. Literally. All night. Maiv sounds like a seal when she meows. All night. Like a seal in the living room. Maggie May meows, but gives up after a couple of minutes and goes to sleep. Maiv doesn’t.

Studying

Studying sucks. Don’t say I don’t, cause I do and it sucks.

[EDIT]: Woot, 469-1404. Give me a call.