boxcarwillie

When people just don't understand

2007-11-29T05:16:43Z

Well it's happened. Now any sober person, who is a friend of a freind of a friend of whomever posted it, sitting in their room, with a laptop, can see me dirty dancing.

You know what I don't understand? Why people don't get why this pisses me off. Facebook has always pissed me off- there used to be a time when you couldn't publish a picture in a newspaper without the permission of every person in that picture. How is it that posting a picture on a website isn't the same thing? How is it that posting a VIDEO isn't the same thing?

These are not new feelings. Anyone who knows me cannot have escaped having this sort of conversation with me- but now that it's personal, it's even more infuriating, because it brings home the core of the issue: privacy.

We have never been able to control our image; I'm not so naive as to believe we have. But it never used to be so easy to publicly embarrass and humiliate. We didn't use to live in a digital age. And now that we do, and the rules haven't caught up with us yet, and everyone is racing after any little bit of attention they can get, we have let human decency fall by the wayside. What we are playing at now is just gossip on steroids. Now, instead of telling everybody how drunk so-and-so got last night, we can post visuals! And not only did you record it on your video cellphone without their permission, you posted it on your website without their permission. And here is the saddest part: no one seems to have a problem with it.

So what's the solution? Censor our behaviour? Never swear, or have a drink, or pick your nose? Never take off your clothes, or have sex, or eat food off the floor? Never squeeze a pimple or cheat on your boyfriend? Well in my case, it's never dirty dance again. Because I'm going to be a lawyer, and law firms are now scouring the internet looking for anything about future employees that might be embarrassing. My entire future rests on trusting that the world is going to be responsible with my image. And since I've learned only recently that I can't even trust people I counted on as friends to do that- I'm hard pressed to believe it of strangers.

This will be my last post.

I am done with the lack of respect. I am done with shallowness of friendship. I am done with this whole world of uploading and downloading and file sharing. From now on if you want to know what my life is like, you'll have to pick up a phone. I didn't want to become a twenty-first century luddite, but this is the position I have found myself in.

So goodbye- not that there is anyone left on livejournal to read it. You're all too busy on facebook- soberly watching me dance.

oh the common experiences...

2007-05-01T03:52:20Z

You know what's amazing? How common our experiences all are. I just finished reading my friends page, and here are both Stephanie and Lindsay experiencing the exact same thing. That separation, that sense of belonging to a different place and the knowledge of the cliff just beyond the horizon. I remember it SO well. And I gotta tell you- your few friends that you manage to maintain from all these different places you've been and different lives you've lead become so precious. And you can end up clinging to them. A barely ex from Banff called the other day- I hadn't spoken to him for about a year and we weren't together very long, but it was so important to talk to someone who knew me from that stage in my life. Because otherwise it's gone. I was there for a year and a half. A year and a half which contained so many firsts and then I left it, only existing in memories. Same with university, and Belgium, and home, and where I was born. You do it again and again and it becomes the way you live your life. I've always mocked reunions, but I think I'm starting to come around. Because if you can't share your experiences, it's as if they never happened.
Anyway, back to the Hour.

boxcarwillie @ 2007-04-22T17:25:00

2007-04-22T21:31:44Z

1. YOUR REAL NAME
Brigid

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle.)
Bri-izzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)
The Blue Sloth

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street name)
Alyssa Marianne

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name)
Wilbrdol

6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
Green tonic

7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, last letter of your moms middle name)
Rlaome

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mothers middle name)
Diane

9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets)
Black Madeleine

boxcarwillie @ 2007-02-10T16:15:00

2007-02-10T21:22:10Z

So I haven't written for awhile. I guess that's what happens when you work so much you don't have time to cook food and do laundry, let alone... communicate. But I've taken advantage of being sick to refuse to do any extra hours this weekend and have had some semblance of a day off. (I've got to leave for work in half an hour, thus only a semblance). But that didn't stop me from going out till 4:00 in the morning last night. Let's just say hanging out with actors has its advantages: private parties. I have had my first velvet rope experience, and it was quite a lot of fun. And now to work! Just wanted to let it out there that I'm still alive.

funny!

2007-01-01T23:26:37Z

I just got a crew call e-mail from Banff. Is it worth it to fly back there for four days? I don't think so. Very, very amused at this moment.

Gah!

2006-12-21T03:30:19Z

Well that was just about the most excruciating thing I've ever had to do. Following my interview with Repercussion Theatre yesterday, I had to send an e-mail to the managing director entailing why I wanted the job and why I would be good at it. So I just spent an hour working on that and I have absolutely no idea whatsoever if I went the right way with it or not. It's well written, but I don't know if I took it seriously enough, or too seriously, whether I talked about non theatre too much, whether I went on too long, or not long enough. Basically I'm all tied up in knots because now I really want this job, while simultaneously knowing I'm not ready for it. But maybe I could be, if just given the opportunity. I've been bored out of my mind these last two years. I've been wowing people at jobs for dummies, wanting to bore through my head with an electric drill. So maybe being way over my head would be great. Maybe I'd grow- or something.
Anyway, suffice to say, there is no way I'm going to sleep tonight- which is bad because I've worked ten hour days all this week, and I still have a couple more before my seven hour one on Saturday- but guess what comes after that? Christmas! Oh glorious Christmas! My first day off in over a month! How I love and adore you! You are everything to me!

and the phone call turns into an interview...

2006-12-19T02:55:59Z

That's really all I have to say about that. I have an interview tomorrow morning at Repercussion Theatre. check them out at repercussiontheatre.com (I think) Still not getting excited.

And so it goes...

2006-12-15T22:29:45Z

I got a very interesting phone call today. There I was, at the Infinitheatre office, finishing up for the day, when my cellphone rang. I picked it up and thought "Who could be calling me from Ottawa? I've only been thinking about joining the public service; I haven't actually done it yet." No it wasn't a bureaucrat soothsayer, it was Kevin Orr, the new artistic director at Repercussion Theatre. If you know Montréal theatre at all, these are the big summer park guys, Shakespeare in twenty two parks sort of thing. He got my name from Howard at Centaur Theatre. They're looking for a production manager, and he asked me to send my resumé to his assistant. Production manager! For an outdoor park summer/aiming for the rest of the year, Shakespeare, bilingual, touring theatre. Can anyone think of a single theatre job that sounds more like what I should be doing? Now I just need to get it. I refuse to count my chickens. Never mind the artistic director phoned me. Never mind he got excited when I said I'd worked for previous Shakespeare in the park productions. Never mind he got excited when I said I spoke french. I didn't even get a chance to tell him that I've been a tour manager for a bilingual play! But no- I refuse to get excited. Instead I will eat my dinner and then go to Dollarama. The job I will quit if I get this one. Oh the very thought of it! No- not getting excited. I refuse.

Rar... Quebec bureaucracy

2006-10-24T15:15:54Z

So that job I'm applying for- turns out I need to be a quebec resident. So today I dragged myself up to Henri-Bourassa to the SAAQ to switch over my license. Oh how I long for small towns: stupid me didn't think to make an appointment. After waiting in line I was pointed towards a phone on the wall and finally got ahold of an agent and set an appointment for next week. Which means more time I need to block off from work, and also means that when I head to the unemployment office tomorrow I will have no acceptable proof that I live here. Which will greatly decrease my chances of getting the job. What sort of sad world do we live in when I can't even get a minimum wage job in my field?
Anyway, I did get a reply from one of my resumes- to volunteer with OUTproductions. There is a Halloween cabaret this weekend I might be helping out with at the SalaRosa. Something to get me out of the house at least.

boxcarwillie @ 2006-05-08T19:27:00

2006-05-09T01:39:17Z

Wow, just got finished going through my daily routing (checking my e-mail and then reading everyone's journal entries) and I discovered everyone is writing incredibly long entires. Novellas even. It's as if suddenly everyone has something to say, and needs someone to say it to. Which makes me feel as if I should. As I face hour number twelve at work today, with three more to go, I am more weary and bleary-eyed than thoughtful. These past few months have made me mourn my brain. Not that I was ever academic or even enthusiastic about school, I just liked being there among people who were. Here it seems we are all numb, drained by dullness and repetition, longing for something else.
Or maybe I just feel that way because this is day number three of the Canadian Rocky Mountain Festival and I've been surrounded by six thousand high-school and younger students with their conductors and herding mothers. I can't remember what silence sounds like. My few moments outside are like visits to another planet. I'm so very tired of minesweeper and am only mildly amused by Mordecai Richler. Will this day never end? My soul is being nibbled away day by day. It's been two or three weeks since I even worked a Playbill, let alone something remotely resembling theatre. Why oh why oh why oh why...

boxcarwillie @ 2006-03-10T15:55:00

2006-03-10T23:00:12Z

You know, I complain about this job- but it really does have its perks. There was a huge conference through here and we did their awards show. They were so pleased that they gave us free passes to the concerts left that week. Hewy Lewis and the News- while cool, not as exciting as... THE BARENAKED LADIES. So that was cool. I also toyed with the idea of marrying into money, as I watched some guy standing next to their president. However, he looked way too much like Mitch Huntzberger, and thus ruined my fantasy. (Sadly, only Stephanie will understand that reference) Anyway, back upstairs to work on the lighting of "Flook". (Who has ever heard of half the bands we have here? Tomorrow is Al Stewart. That's right THE Al Stewart. Okay, my sarcasm is bugging even me. Better get back to work.)

So very, very tired

2006-02-07T20:47:20Z

Yesterday I was at the gym for four hours. Now before anyone freaks out and starts to think that I've got some weird eating disorder, let me explain. I had my interview for my summer position at 3:40, which left me with some time to kill before dinner, so I went to the gym. After eating, I met my friend Rosie for yoga, which was followed by a two hour "learning the ropes" course, a belay course for rock climbing. I did my test this morning and passed! And then bouldered around the gym for half an hour. Combined with my father calling at 6:45 after I went to sleep at 1:45 (staying up late watching 31 days of Oscar on Turner Classic Movies) I am currently very, very tired. Oh well, I only have to work until 11:00 tonight. No big deal. And twelve hours tomorrow. Meh.
So there you have it. The story of why I am so tired. Fascinating, I know.

Patriotisme... ?

2006-01-12T16:02:07Z

Apparently I'm into quizzes lately. I did one on the Canoe homepage: who should you vote for? So I answered a lot of questions with yes/no/undecided answers and it came up with two parties: The Green Party (no great surprise there) and... The Bloc Quebecois. That's right. Underneath it all I am a French Separtist. Who knew?

Well I'm back

2006-01-08T23:31:26Z

Hey everyone, I'm back. And I did Lindsay's 'what's your major quiz'. Check out the results:

You scored as Sociology.
You should be a Sociology major!

Sociology 100%
Mathematics 83%
Dance 83%
English 83%
Theater 83%
Philosophy 83%
Journalism 83%
Anthropology 83%
Psychology 83%
Linguistics 75%
Art 75%
Engineering 67%
Biology 58%
Chemistry 50%

I guess my initial plan of being a Sociology major was actually the correct one. And then eight majors at 83%?!? And you see why I have issues decided what I should do or be- oh well- for now, I'm being theatre- 83%. We'll see what the future holds. The math one is a little startling though. I guess it was all those yeses to analytical/problem solving stuff. That's me. Analyzing till I'm in the grave.

Well, I'll have to update later. Right now the past few weeks seems like too much to capsulize. I'll have to wait until I'm resettled.
Until then.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-11-04T13:47:00

2005-11-04T20:50:13Z

Ever since Stephanie told us that she was able to locate our journals by searching things like Windsor Theatre, I have been very hesitant to write anything personal here. Because who knows- that person might be reading it. It almost makes me want to go back and erase everything I ever wrote about Dan. Because there are things going on that I would like to share with people. I guess I'll just have to write more letters, or send more e-mails. I should get on that. Suffice to say, my life has become somewhat interesting lately. And there you have it.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-11-02T15:18:00

2005-11-02T22:29:45Z

I wish that in the past couple of weeks since I last updated that something spectacular and life-changing had happened to tell everyone about, but unfortunately, that is not the case. At the moment, I'm sitting in the booth at the Eric Harvie Theatre. We're having a technical rehearsal for the Mountain Book Festival. One of the presenters is having technical difficulties, so he's using his own projector. They're trying to figure out how to set that up, but it has nothing to do with me, so I get to hang out. It's so different: at Windsor Theatre, if there were problems with anything, and I mean anything, from costumes to sound to set, and I was there, I would be jumping down to help out. However, here, since I know nothing about projectors, I am expected to just stand by. So I am.

Life has been, well, dull. I live a relatively stress-free existence. Exciting things are shopping trips to Calgary on my day off tomorrow. This will probably be the highlight of this month. (No, that's an exaggeration. My birthday is in two weeks. And we're going to see a place at One Yellow Rabbit in Calgary next week). I have been dealing with emotional drama. The old boyfriend, Dan, was trying not to be an old boyfriend for awhile. That just wasn't going anywhere good though, so a few days ago, I told him I was done with it all. Since then, he has called me several times, stopped by my room and invited me to lunch, and made sure I got the last free ticket to that show in Calgary. Why do guys do this? You break things off because they don't have enough time for you, or they aren't communicative enough, and suddenly they are the most attentive people in the world. Anyway, that is that.

Other than that, I've been going out, A LOT. This past week I saw 'Grady' in concert. The former frontman of Big Sugar with a new band from the States. Their drummer: Chris Layton, former member of Double Trouble. That's right, Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double Trouble. And tonight, Grand Theft Bus is here, again. I swear, it's like I never left Sackville. Last night I was out for locals night at bar downtown, the night before I went out with my roommate to a coworker's birthday party. I've really fallen in line with the transient Banffites. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not, but it certainly does help pass the time.

So there you have it- a long update to make up for the lack thereof in recent times. Hope all is well in your respective time zones. (and Eleanor, thanks for the postcard!)

boxcarwillie @ 2005-10-21T18:52:00

2005-10-22T01:07:19Z

Hey everybody, isn't it awesome? Tonight I get to hear Ian Tyson. That's right. Good ol Ian Tyson, from "Ian & Sylvia". I hope you all picked up on the sarcasm. If not, I'm worried about your perceptions of me. Following Tyson this week will be a conference on domestic violence. Ralph Klein is speaking at that one. Then there is another Playbill, some folk singer guy. Then the Mountain Film Festival. And then another playbill. And then nothing. But at least we'll be somewhat busy for the next two weeks. Even if that means sitting in the booth turning on a light for a podium.
And then it's my birthday, and then a month later, I go home for two and a half weeks. It's longer than I wanted, but I figure this way I can take a bus and visit my friend Maegan in Montreal, or borrow the car and drive down to see Katie in Barrie. At least, if Katie wants me to, or will be there (how about Katie?). And there we go, the next two months lain out in front of me. Open and predictable.
However, after Christmas, there will be a few changes. My next-door neighbour Tim will be leaving, so we'll get a new sound guy, and, well, Tim will be gone. He's a highly entertaining fellow, and he will be missed. Wow, it's like he's dieing or something. Dan will leave if he ever gets another job, which means a new stage carp. Jamie is seriously considering leaving after Christmas as well, which means a new lighting tech. And since those guys are some of my favorite people... I'm just sick of making new friends, I guess.
It's gotten very cold and snowy, which means the dead season in Banff is almost over. Soon the bars will be filled again with snowboarders and their ski-bunny girlfriends. And as I prepare to be swallowed up by mountain winter, I'm starting to think about where I'm going to take off to next. Anyone have any suggestions? It's funny, I hate it when people leave, but I constantly get the urge to do the same. One day I hope to find a place that can keep me grounded. But for now, I'm going to live in every province in Canada before I die.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-10-15T12:42:00

2005-10-15T18:44:29Z

I get to meet Margaret Atwood tonight! I am very excited about this, and somehow I seem to be the oddball. In fact, there are people here who downright mock her writing. Bastards. They can all go to hell! Anyway, she's speaking tonight, and I'm running the lighting, so wish me luck.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-10-12T08:49:00

2005-10-12T14:59:50Z

Well, Thanksgiving has gone by. I spent the weekend eating and nursing back pain. I don't know where it came from but I wish it would go back. The real issue is sitting, and tomorrow I have to run a show, so sitting will be involved. Rar. It was an interesting weekend. Kaylna's dinner was very hostess-y styled, while the floor dinner was a free for all to see if we could eat all the food (which we did). There was an overflowing sink episode, and the chicken was underdone, but everything was made better with wine. Apparently. I ended up leaving after awhile. I've discovered there is only so much audiophile discussion I can take. I'm really glad I never decided to try and become a musician. Because little did I realize what snobs audio engineers are. They feel about musicians as Nazis felt about people: if you don't meet the standard, you shouldn't be allowed to live. Okay, so that's excessive, but the sentiment is correct.
Back to Kalyna's dinner- there was SO much food. Everyone from the theatre department, except for Rosie the office girl were there. (also excepting those who had families and left to see them). And pie- there were FIVE pies. For nine people.
So that was my weekend. Food and back pain. And television. I really wish there was a Mr. Movie style video place here, the rental fees are killing me. And also- I highly recommend "In Her Shoes". Good movie. Should be watched by all.

oh the floundering

2005-10-07T19:16:17Z

Today is the last day of work before Thanksgiving weekend. And lo and behold- we're getting a four day weekend (of course, we have to work next Saturday to make up for the Tuesday off, but still, it's nice). It's just like school- lot's of people are leaving to go be with their families, and then there are the rest of us. Kalyna, my underboss, has organized a turkey dinner on Sunday, and our floor is apparently having something on Monday. So there will be lots of turkey for me. I went to Canmore on Tuesday and got all my baking supplies. Which was followed by me being mercilessly made fun of for my 10kg bag of flour. When you make tea biscuits, pancakes, cinnamon buns, bread, pizza dough... the flour goes by fast. They just don't seem to understand.
Anyway, so that's food. Everything else is just peachy. Yup. And that's the story I'm sticking to for the moment.

oh fuzzy, fuzzy brain...

2005-09-29T14:44:30Z

I probably shouldn't be writing right now, as I'm suffering from a fuzzy, fuzzy brain, but I came in early to make posters for my friend Kalyna's engagement part (which I'm throwing together in these few seconds), but that didn't take very long, so...
Yesterday was actually a very interesting day. Which is a rarity these days, so I intend to savour it. Most of the day was spent restoring the winter plot in Eric Harvie Theatre, hanging lots of lights and such. However at about 4:30, something wonderful happened: the power went out. So we all gathered outside at the meeting place where one gathers for fire drills and the like, and hung out in some gusting wind for twenty minutes when they sent us all home. Can't work in the dark! So Kalyna, Eric, Jamie, Tim, and Dan (which is essentially my winter posse) and I, strode downtown to storm the grocery store to get propane cookable food and had ourselves a little blackout party. It was a really good time, even when the power came back on shortly before six. So we ate, played some geek card game, and generally acted like idiots until I left around 9:30. Then comes the part I will skip over for public journal purposes. So [...].
Midnight, tossing and turning, generally having the crappiest sleep in the history of crappy sleeps until 4:20 when the fire alarm goes off. Being a former monitor, my first instinct was, of course, to grab a whistle, start shouting "fire", and banging on everybody's doors. Since I was exhausted and knew it wasn't a real fire alarm (they'd been testing all day), I tried to push this instinct far down until I finally just ended up exiting myself. Outside I met about ten other people, a far cry from the number that actually live there. It's comforting to know that in the event of a fire, we would all burn to a crisp. Eventually the giant red siren light at the front door, and the hideous bell ringing discontinued, and we all stumbled back up to our beds, where I got three more hours of fitfull sleep before throwing in the towel and getting up. And so here I am, with a full day of focusing lights ahead of me. Focusing without higher brain functions is not the easiest thing in the world. We'll see how well it goes.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-09-27T13:33:00

2005-09-27T19:49:07Z

So I'm back. Back from a week at home. Back to this hole in the mountains that has gotten considerably colder since I left. I've spent the last hour e-mailing people I haven't talked to in a long time, and who don't have the benefit of reading this wonderful journal, and I've worked myself into a little case of the blues. Not depression, just a little down in the dumps. I got back Saturday. My friend Lindsay picked me up from the airport, with the task of trying to find a store called Tandy Leather, in Calgary. Now, I don't know how many of you have been to Calgary, but trust me. If you don't know the city by the back of your hand, it is a cesspool of construction and one way streets, and dead ends, and TRAFFIC!!!!! without rhyme or reason. This is a city of over a million people without a decent transit system that keeps growing by the minutes. Anyway, it took us about an hour and a half to find/get to the place from the airport. It didn't help that it was hidden behind an overpass, next to a seedy strip mall. Anyway, after fighting all that suburban sprawl had put both of us in a bad mood, Lindsay had spilled Taco Bell all over a fifty dollar tshirt, and a man had called our attention to the fact that Lindsay's rear tire was falling apart, we finally left the city and made it back to Banff. I moved all my stuff back into my room, and then it was time to go out and visit all the people who are leaving this weekend. Mainly wardrobers. We went to the Saltlick, which is a sort of up-scale place for people who wish they were upscale. (This is the place where Tim McGraw gave an impromptu concert this summer). After waiting almost half an hour to be served, our group swelled to involve a couple of tables, which meant groups formed and I was stuck between Judy, who I didn't know very well, and Akiko, who albeit being very nice, doesn't speak a lot of English. As I had been awake for about twenty hours at this point, I finally left, missing out on what was eventually quite the boisterous evening. Apparenlty.
Sunday was an extremely dull day, in which I did absolutely nothing all day, and fell asleep around 9:30 from sheer boredom. Dan called me at 10:30, to get my help to move in. We ended up talking until almost midnight. Or rather, his roommate showed up, who it turns out, is the only new arrival to the theatre department, and I ended up talking with him. Dan and his OCD were preoccupied with making sure all his clothes were in exactly the proper order and organization in his chest of drawers, and then with talking to his sort-of-girlfriend-who-lives-in-Edmonton. Nothing better than sitting in your ex-boyfriends room, giving him advice about how to make his relationship with the girl he broke up with you for work. (Was that convoluted enough? I apologize to Lindsay for the convulsions my grammar must be sending her into. It's never been my strong suit. Just ask my french teachers)
Yesterday was a day of work. Which was nice for a change. I soldered losts of cables. Watched tv. Went out with my coworker Jamie to play a game of pool, and then fell asleep. Really early again.
And now today. Today I was supposed to go hiking with Dan, but after a phone call, and knocking on his door, I decided he wasn't really into that idea, as he didn't appear to be home. And after all the grizzly attacks and such, I really don't feel like it would be wise of me to engage in such activities alone. And so here I am, left with nothing to do. I went and rented a movie, but my roommate is sleeping, and it would be rude to wake her. So I came to work, to send e-mails to people I haven't talked to for awhile. And there we go. That's what is going on in Brigid's life right now. Congratulations to those who made it to the end.

boxcarwillie @ 2005-09-15T09:54:00

2005-09-15T15:57:46Z

I would love to have some interesting tidbit about my life to relay, but alas, I have not. I've been working everyday at 7:30 in the morning, to run the lights for a conference on laser ablation. That's right, laser ablation. Whatever that is. Apparently it's really, really useful. And tiny. femtoseconds and attoseconds. I'm going home this weekend for a week, and then when I get back, the real winter season kicks in. All the workstudies will be here, and maybe then I can settle in. Or hunker down. I'm going to be here for eight months, mostly likely twelve, so I better find myself some sort of routine. Boredom does not become me.

On my own...

2005-09-07T22:59:55Z

I am at work today, without supervision. However, since I've finished all the work I was supposed to do for the next two days, I feel comfortable in this flagrant misuse of company time to update my journal.
My new room mate moved in last night. Her name is Amy, and she seems along my wavelength, tough infinately more outgoing than I. And she comes with a stereo, and a starlamp, so can't be that bad. Oh, it's awful judging people by their accessories. It's weird having someone in my room again, after my bit of singledom. However, Chris finally managed to find Tim's alarm and shut it off, so it didn't go off again this morning. Yeah!
Alright, the guilt is getting to me. There really isn't all that much going on right now anyway. The centre has emptied out its summer people, and the winter ones have yet to arrive. This also seems to be when everyone takes their vacation (which is why I'm the only one in my department here). I know I should be getting out and making new friends, so that I don't die of boredom this winter, but... well, I guess I'm just tired of the cycle.
And on that note...

I hate Tim

2005-09-05T15:23:42Z

This morning I woke up at 8:20 after a really shitty nights sleep to an alarm. Funny, I thought, I don't remember setting my alarm. And I was right. Stupid Tim that went on stupid vacation yesterday, left his stupid alarm set and his stupid room mate had already left for work. So I called the Front Desk, 'ya sure, we'll send somebody over'. Twenty minutes later; nobody. See housekeeping guy in the hallway 'ya, maybe, sure okay'. Nope. So the alarm is still going off and I am two floors down now on the guest computer and I can still hear 'enh, enh, enh, enh, enh' going through my head. I want to shoot myself. I feel like shit, and just wanted to lay in bed this morning, but no. I have to listen to stupid Tim's alarm. He is going to die when he returns in three weeks. Die.

On the upside, I've learned recently that apparently people here think I'm cool. Or at least the 'guys' do. Something to do with my dancing. I always thought that had the effect of scaring people, but maybe people here like being scared. Anyway, it's nice to hear that the occassional person thinks you're hot. Even if nothing happens, and they are no longer here. It boosts the ego.

Anyway, I'm going to go get some tea, some day old croissant and get outside, away from the audio hell.