A Strange Day

It's 2:30 and I've had enough of Monday already.

This morning I thought there was a hockey game on the radio, but instead the local sportsradio station had endless interviews with former Steve Nash coaches and friends & family. Fine, he's the first Canadian to win the NBA MVP. I get it. Sadly, I'm going to agree with Mark Cuban on this one: "Alright, we love Steve Nash... yadda yadda yadda."

Coincidentally, if you know anything about Mark Cuban, know this as well: He was my boss (from Hell!)'s idol and he talked about him all the time. That's enough about that, but it sure explains a lot.

So, aside from a lack of radio listenin' this morning, turns out I took 15 minutes to walk from my kitchen to the garage and was running really late. And you know the minute you're running late someone has to screw up the morning commute, right? The longest mile of the commute had 2 stalls and they were expecting long, long lines of cars trying to get around the stalled vehicles.

It wasn't actually that difficult and I even made it through the worst intersection in near-record time today. But then things totally slowed down on the freeway.

Anyone working with traffic laws in British Columbia, could you please make it a justifiable collision if the single occupant of the car ahead of you in the HOV lane is doing less than the speed limit? Pretty please???
I mean, really, what do you think all the honking and flashing of lights behind actually was? A parade perhaps?

Digressing... So, I'm in class and just a few minutes after we start, I hear a whimper from behind. One of the only women in the class is looking a little ill (a little pasty white) and her arms are shaking. I thought originally, she was just cold. But then her head started swaying and I thought she might be fainting.

You know it's a rough program when people work on projects for 24+ hours straight, so I thought maybe she'd just overdone it.

I asked her if she was okay and she turned and said "okay" while giving me the OK sign. But then I noticed she was still shaking and she could loosen her fingers from the 'OK.' A guy on the other side of her desk called the instructor's attention to what was happening and when he asked if everything was okay, she just repeated "okay." He went back to the lesson. I noticed that both hands were now formed into claws and she was still shaking a bit. Suddenly, she started to fall off her chair and I leaned forward just in time to catch her. The instructor saw this and I helped her lie down on the floor and shouted at the instructor to call for first aid. He ran out of the room to call and I just kept talking to her.

Eventually, the first aid attendants arrived and while I still wasn't sure if she was haivng a seizure or something else, I just held her on the floor and made her focus on my eyes. She shouldn't speak properly at this point either.

It turns out she was hypoglycemic and her blood sugar was incredibly low. She had been working overnight on her project and only ate a slice of toast for breakfast. I helped take her to the firemen who answered the 911 call and stuck around assisting while we waited for the paramedics to arrive. We got some apple juice in her and she started to perk up, but the firemen gave her a pack of glucosel, which is like a packet full of sugar rush. It helped her out, but when the paramedics arrived, they were pretty insistent on testing her blood sugar before releasing her back to class.

While I was gone, my instructor told the rest of the class that they're going to be the lucky ones if I'm in their development group for our final project at the endof the program in 2006. Why? Because I'm "a take-charge guy who has not problem giving orders to anyone." It turns out my instructor is a former US Marine and he told me later the last time he had a medical emergency was his foxhole buddy who'd been shot. He had a bit of a flashback --which really has to suck.

Anyway, she's fine but gave us a bit of a scare. I think she was worried that people might look at her funny, but I told her that everyone was just concerned with her, not about her.

Oh, and somehow I got my project done in class today too. Go figure.

Difficult By Design

One of the classes I'm taking is all about design.

Or, at least it's supposed to be about design.

The course reminds me a lot of math in high school. No, it's NOT math, but the question "how much of this am I going to use in my life?" comes to mind. We've spent 5 weeks now looking at masterpieces. Leonardo Da Vinci, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, Durer. Big names in art. And I should know as I took 3 terms of art history in college after getting 98% on the art history 12 final exam.

But the program I'm in has virtually nothing to do with 'design.'

So why are we taking it?

No answers yet, but I appreciate the irony that after 5 assignments I'm sitting at 100%.

Now, the instructor. She's something else. And I don't mean that in a good way. She's very condescending, she can be quite rude and she has an air of superiority about her at all times. With one assignment, she gave me suggestions on what to change as I was "doing it all wrong." So, I made the corrections and she lambasted me about the corrections I made. I did everything she suggested and still managed to do it wrong. Sheesh.

And then she gives me 100% anyway.

I'll admit now I skipped the last hour of the last class. Had enough for the day and had my next assignment. Enough already.

Rumor Weed

Had a drink "after work" with an old friend from work, Bean. I worked with her with my very first work assignment at the old office back in 1997, so definitely a longstanding friendship. She had a couple of stories to tell.

Drama Queen officially replaced me at the job From Hell. It was also the only way for her to stay altogether at the office as she failed miserably with the promotion they'd given her last summer.

Where's that 'No Shit Sherlock' picture I had???

Anyway, it turns out the department had received someone else in a transfer just a few weeks after I'd left and she's proven herself to be just as useless. Very good at wandering around and visiting people, but not very good at staying in the office and actually working. So, DQ comes back to help out... sorry, taking a giggle break... and that leaves The Boy with the rest of the work.

Poor Boy. I'm surprised he's still alive --or that everyone else around him is.

Bean asked me if I was ever offered a new position if I'd accept and come back. I simply replied that I had several nightmares about that happening. In other words, NO.

NO
NO
NO
NO
NO.

Book Smart, Street Stupid

Thanks to Madley for this one:

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Grammar: 100%

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Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

The Video Store

So, two homework assignments this week include DVDs to watch. 'Citizen Kane' and, believe it or not, 'Paycheck.'

Although I'm thinking right now my instructor was acting in 'Paycheck' so I wouldn't be surprised if that's why it was one of the picks...

So, it was off to Blockbuster with coupon in hand to pick up these 2 DVDs, but I couldn't find Citizen Kane anywhere. Wasn't in Drama. It wasn't in Family. It's not a comedy, so it better not be there --and it wasn'r. So where is it? It also better not be on their top sellers list where they can charge $5 for a rental. Nope, not there either.

So, I grab "Mr. Knowledge" from an aisle and ask him where they're hiding it. "I don't think we have it," he replies. "I've heard of it," he continues.

My jaw's already dropping to the floor by this point.

OK, if you're not aware of it, Citizen Kane is the most influential movie in history. Understand that? Not just an influential movie, but the most influential movie. EVER.

If you've seen it once, go out and get the DVD ASAP. Why? Because you missed a few things. You may have thought, "all right, it was an okay movie, but what makes it influential?" Get the DVD. Roger Ebert does a commentary track on the DVD. Ebert is basically the world authority on Citizen Kane and has even written a book about the film. Watch the film, then watch it again with Ebert's commentary and see how many times you go "Ooohhh. I didn't notice that!!" Anyway, cool movie. Great story. Unbelievably genius choreography.

And friggin' Blockbuster doesn't carry it.

Fortunately, they had 6 copies of Paycheck available.

Like A Movie

I've been inundated with homework, so my posts have kind of gone by the wayside for now.

Sorry.

Part of my homework has included watching movies (yeah, on purpose!). This week alone, I've watched 'The Last Man,' 'Man on Fire,' 'The Good Girl,' 'The Ring,' 'Collateral,' 'Citizen Kane,' and 'Assault on Precinct 13.'

I'll wirte a little something about each of these.... later.

Ironic

Get this: I have a writing assignment due in 10 hours. It's 2000 words long and I'm really stuck on it. It's about writing.

And I can't think of a thing to write.

It's based on a book called 'Story' by Robert McKee and we're basically looking at 8 points about 'Story' McKee claims:

1. Story is about principles, not rules.
2. Story is about eternal, universal forms, not formulas.
3. Story is about archetypes, not stereotypes.
4. Story is about thoroughness, not shortcuts.
5. Story is about the realities, not the mysteries of writing.
6. Story is about mastering the art, not second-guessing the marketplace.
7. Story is about respect, not disdain, for the audience.
8. Story is about originality, not duplication.

What is a rule compared to a principle? A rule is a generalized course of action whereas a principle is a basic truth. Rules in a story can draw you away from the basics, what you NEED in order to make the story work. Just because the rules of a story, or plot, exist does not mean that they have to be followed exactly. The basics are there, and they are there to be played with and worked to the advantage of the story. Rules make the structure, but following the principles allow the writer to let the story evolve without always following the structure the reader is accustomed to. Perhaps the main conflict occurs at the beginning of a story and it is followed up with the back story explaining to the reader how the conflict came about. Therefore, the principles still make use of the rules, but not in the easily recognized format. It is the same thing with the protagonist. The big assumption is that the protagonist is the 'hero' of the story and therefore someone the reader should look up to. His goals are the goals of every reader and that is how the protagonist becomes likeable. But if a protagonist has desires and an object of desire, could this not be construed as greed? Could that be seen in a villain, in someone the reader cannot empathize with? A villain then becomes a protagonist and they become empathized with and therefore alter the way the reader views his character.

Instead of following the basic formula for a plot, it is completely plausible to alter it in such a way to still have the plot flow but in a non-linear way. Again, the conflict doesn't necessarily have to be resolved at the end of the story, but could bring in the setting of the story. It is an opportunity to mix things up as it were and find a new method to intrigue the reader. If done properly, it can be quite engaging. If not, then the reader will be completely lost. I think 'Usual Suspects' is a good example of getting away from the formulaic style of a "murder mystery" but at the same time still flows through the basic plot outline. In the manner brought forward in this film, while the audience finally believes everything has come to a logical conclusion, everything is turned upside down again as the "killer" is revealed all over again. A formula means that everything becomes predictable and typical. The formula can bore the reader unless the writer finds a way to engage the reader in something different. Finding the core forms in the formula and adding them in an altered method can bring the reader in to discover the story as it continues.

Archetypes are the original design and stereotypes are simple copies of what’s happened before. So, the focus of any story is to be original. Why do what’s been done before? If you give the reader something new to think about, they’ll be much more engaged in the story than if it’s something similar to what they’ve read, heard, or seen before. The most important thing in a story is offering something new. Something that hasn’t been done before be that through the characters, the plot, or even in the style it’s been written. To give anyone anything else is cheating them out of a new experience. The stereotype over simplifies the design and can draw the audience away from the story. Again, if the story becomes predictable, than it does not entertain nor engage and loses everything in the process. The key to originality in an archetype can inherit itself from previous patterns, but the method in which the patterns are constructed can still make it original. Superman and Batman can be seen as the archetypal super-heroes, but even Superman was modelled after Samson. Batman, in a fashion, was modelled after Sherlock Holmes.

Thoroughness is another method of engaging the reader and assisting in the suspension of disbelief. Taking shortcuts cheats the reader out of the experience. Taking for instance a scene where Detective Jones walks into a murder scene. He could just walk into a room and see the body and the reader would get that. But with no tone, no mood or environment , the reader misses another level to the story. 'Detective Jones walked slowly through the doorway, the room reeked of death and Jones shuddered as he saw the blood covering the walls.' The reader can feel the shudder and could feel it even more with more of an in-depth approach. To be more thorough also allows the writer to bring about another level to the character that the reader may not have seen before. Detective Jones "shuddering" at the murder could be delved into further if it reminded him of his first murder call back when he was rookie on the force. More depth to the character then begins and events of the past then emotionally draw the reader in.

The realities of writing are the characters, the plot, the setting, and the conflict. All stories have them, but the approach different stories take are what make them unique. It would be difficult to have a story without a setting. Where would the story take place? To not have characters means there's no opportunity for conflict or real emotion on the part of the audience. Granted, a documentary can be seen as a story, but even a documentary on a country cannot help but let the audience understand the people who live there. Conflict brings about the emotion of the story and allows the audience to empathize with the characters. To relate to them on a more meaningful level. To not have conflict means there's no level of emotion for the audience to be drawn into the story.

Originality is of the utmost importance in a story. Even if it's a story type that's similar to something done once before, it could be the timing that makes it fresh and original. A film like 'Gladiator' is in no way an original movie, but it brought about a whole series of "medieval-style" films that have not been nearly as successful as the first. "Alexander," "King Arthur," and "Troy" have all failed to bring about the same emotion in the audience. It was because of the asuccess of 'Gladiator' that all the other movies tried to grab the same audience. Along the same lines, zombie films have really picked up after the success of '28 Days Later.' Most of the following zombie films also failed in their own way with the exception of 'Shaun of the Dead' which took the zombie genre and asked 'what would happen if no one noticed?' Just because something isn't popular at the moment does not mean that it's not the right time to tell the story. In it's own way, it becomes unique and therefore original.

'Respect your audience' has to be one of the most important rules of storytelling. I think of insulting one's intelligence when it comes to the story. It would be the simplification of a story that insults my intelligence. It's the taking of an idea and dragging it out into convenient plot devices that would insult me too. It's the originality of a story that engages the reader and therefore shows a level of respect in allowing the reader to gain interest. Writing is something that most people do for themselves and why would anyone want to show disdain for themselves? Yes it happens, but it may be a way to pull the readers into the emotions that the writer is dealing with and engages the audience to see the story through. In that way, it's giving a level of respect to understand what the writer is going through.

I'm going back to the "Shaun of the Dead" example here because it's a great example of taking an idea that (no pun intended) was being done to death in zombie movies. But by adding a comedic level to it and allowing the audience to see that Shaun truly felt he was having a bad day before he even realized that zombies were running amok and following him down the street. Duplicating stories that have occurred before cheats the reader out of a new experience. It's the same reason why so many sequels fail to live up to the original film. Ironically, it's the reason why sequels are made in the first place. The first movie is original, engaging, and popular enough to continually bring in an audience. The next movie is more of the same and not necessarily in a good way. It's a rehashing of the same idea. This can become even more of a ripoff to the audience if it seems the characters failed to learn from one story to another. The fourth 'Jaws' film comes to mind. The wife of one of the characters of the first film hears of shark attacks in the area and decides to leave the area --by boat. Sure, it sets up the story for even more shark attacks, but the originality is gone and the film insults the audience as the main character apparently learned nothing about sharks from the first few films. A movie like "Scream" becomes original because all the characters understand the horror movie stereotypes and mocks them throughout the film. They still die, one-by-one, but the characters acknowledge that they know enough not to get into the typical situations that gets people killed in horror movies. All it takes is a 'spin' on something that has been done before that can make a story original.

Oh, hey, look at that. I did it.

Oops!

I've discovered another one of my uncanny abilities:

eMail faux-pas.

An eMail faux pas is a comment in an email message that after sending it and receiving a repsonse makes you go:

Oops.

I know I sent a few at work and one of those my boss (one of the ones I liked) called me an idiot for sending it.

Historically, these faux pas have included:

ME: Hey woman, How ya doing? Haven't heard from yu in a while so thought I'd email ya and see what's up? Still married? ;-)
REPLY: Hey back. Nope we seperated right after Christmas.

ME: Hey, glad to hear everything worked out for you two the weekend! I'm surprised he'd be interested in that! You'll be the death of him yet, right? ;-)
(corporate) REPLY: It is with great sadness we announce the passing of our colleague...

And the latest...
ME: What? you're in California? Bitch.
REPLY: Well, my stepdad died on Friday and I'm taking care of my Mom with Alzheimers. Want to trade?

Y'know....

Sometimes it's a good idea to crawl under that blanket and stay for a while.

Long Line of Cars

Despite giving myself a 2-hour "cushion" for the morning commute, I was actually late this morning. I guess it was just one of those mornings when no one felt like going to work and just wanted to sit on the freeway all freakin' day.

Seriously, one stretch not more than 3 miles long took 30 minutes. There are 2 lights on this "bypass." Insane.

The good news is, after getting my uber-marks back on the assignments, I discovered the guy sitting at the next desk is from my hometown, so I immediately spoke of the benefits of carpooling. He's been taking the train in everyday (which is $6 each way) and has missed his stop twice because he fell asleep. I told him if he gives me $5 a day I'll gladly drive him in!

Whoo-hoo! HOV lane, here I come!!

Pipe Dreams

I'm not good with handyman stuff.

2 lawnmower fires and one lost lawnmower wheel, damaged nose cartiladge (from chopping wood), and a nasty gash on my forehead (washing the car) attest to that.

Remember the broken toilet?

I finally got around to replacing it today (we have 2 others so not as devastating as you think) and althought it tooks a few hours (and a nice slice on my right thumb), the toilet is officially bolted to the floor with tank in place!!

No water.

Apparently, the previous toilet's piping is about 4 inches further away from the wall than the current configuration. So that means I have to figure out if this is a job I can do or if it's time to call in an expert.

Guess which way I'm leaning?

All I Left Behind

I can't remember if/when I last talked about this, but I'm really looking at another spring cleanup to get rid of the numerous crap in the house.

Okay, crap isn't the best word for it because we got this stuff for one reason or another.
[I'm being distracted right now by my daughter who has somehow found at least 200 questions about pierced navels. Send help.]

So, back to stuff. I'm trying in vain to get my wife to go through the videos we have (there's about 300) and put all the ones she wants keep on a shelf. One shelf. It should be enough. She's barely watched any of the movies we do have and never seems interested in watching them at any point in the future. With me working on the computer seemingly 20 hours a day, it's easier for me to watch any I'm interested in over the computer either through the DVD drive or just a downloaded copy (I have Assault on Precinct 13 just waiting to be watched).
[OK, I've completely failed as a father. My daughter's in tears now because she tried to put her happy face ring in her belly button and freaked out when I said people don't wear such big rings there because piercing a hole that big would really hurt and probably make you sick with infection.]

Sigh.

So, I can see no reason to have maybe a dozen or two videos on the shelves. My daughter have a bunch because she at least gets to watch hers. Most of mine aren't "kid friendly" which means the only appropriate time to watch them is when the kids are asleep (and that's when things like this don't get inerrupted by a little girl wanting to know about navel piercings). So, why keep any of my videos?

CDs are keepers. I think I got rid of any I no longer wanted years ago and although there's still a few I'd get rid of, my wife seems to think they're less obtrusive in the house.

I'm still looking at how to get rid of the comics quickly and efficiently and of course, eBay knows my schedule and only plans cheap-listing days when I have no feasible way of listing all the crap that could just GO. My original goal was to get a minimum of 50 items a day ready for one of these super-cheap listing days, but with school commitments being what they are, it hasn't happened quite yet. I hated missing that 1-cent listing day as I would've/could've spent the entire 24 hours listing items to sell and sell cheap just to get rid of them!! Selling with a cost of 1-cent as opposed to 30-cents? HUGE difference.

I'm motivated to start scanning right now --If only I could get my daughter to stop bugging me about belly button rings...

The Meetings

If my life weren't filled with "due dates" right now, then at least it's filled with meetings. It's hard to believe I'm "unemployed" with the vast number of meetings I'm heading into and around right now.

I had 4 meetings last week: Tuesday night, Wednesday morning, Wednesday night, Thursday night (which went for 4.5 hours!!).
This week, and it's only Tuesday, I've had 2 meetings: Monday night and Tuesday night. 2 more tomorrow and then *hopefully* no more until next Tuesday when the nasty cycle starts all over again!

It's complicated.

Tell Tale Signs

I'm a firm believer that if God wants me to move in a certain direction, then there'll be signs for me to help point me in that direction.

Last week, I was having trouble reading those signs.

Getting the "NO"s I was getting in trying to get financial support for school really told me that the signs all said: "Go a another way. This isn't the road for you."

But then, signs started to show stating that I was on the right path --and maybe it was just a little more faith that got me going in the direction I'd been facing. I know, it sounds alittle obscure and might not make much sense, but bear with me:

1. My student loan came through in 48 hours when they usually take 4-6 weeks.
2. I was awarded a grant that the school will sign over to me if I'm in any financial difficulty next week.
3. I've still applied for various jobs to prove to the government that I'm not giving up the job search just to go to school, but willing to work AND go to school at the same time!
4. This one was the big sign: I got an email from a guy wanting me to end one of my eBay auctions early and just sell it to him outright. He even offered a fairly reasonable price. He asked about picking the items up as he's (somewhat) local (lives/works in Vancouver). I told him meeting near my school was basically a halfway point for the both of us and I'd be happy to do that. He thanked me and promptly said he could throw in a few other items to make it even more worth my while... because he works for a local video game company. The same one I submitted 2 resumes to earlier this week and was one of the reasons I opted to take the art program I'm taking at school!

How's that for signs?

All Kinds of Time

My wife & I are having our traditional argument over "time" again. I'm a night-owl and a 2:30am bed-time is not out of the question most nights. Granted, that's changing a bit with me back at school, but with Wednesday's and Thursday's free, I'm spending my late nights getting the "work" that I can't do on Monday/Tuesday & Friday/Saturday done when I have... TIME.

But you come to a day like to day where I get woken up and eat breakfast. I wait for my wife to shower (my son's abandonment issues are so bad that I have to distract him with Hot Wheels while she showers). I then shower myself and head downstairs. Last night (or this morning) I promised to come to bed a little earlier to catch up on sleep --acknowledging I could finish up the last "bit" of work on Thursday morning. It's almost 11 on Thursday morning now and I'm on the old ratchedy computer upstairs, not with my work on the computer in my office downstairs!! And my wife has gone grocery shopping while I (type and) watch my kids... and of course deal with the multitude of interruptions that comes with kids.

This afternoon, I have a few things to mail out, but instead of my usual "hour" of mail-outs, it's now going to be 2-2 1/2 hours as I'm now mailing anything US bound from Washington state. Why? 2 of 6 packages (so far anyway) sent to the US a few weeks back have been returned as empty packages, contents missing. The only commonality between the packages is the point of origin for shipping as one was headed to Colorado and the other to Florida. And I'm out $40 because these books have vanished! So, TIME to start sending them more secure, through the US postal service!!

So, let's say 2 1/2 hours for mailing, I figure another 90 minutes or so on the computer, I have to pick up my daughter from pre-school in 4 1/2 hours. That leaves me 30 minutes' more TIME this morning.

As long as I get my daughter ready for pre-school RIGHT NOW!!!

I just need more time!

I Lost It

So, I'm going to try and stick with my rule about not watching another episode of Amazing Race until Rob & Amber are gonzo.

Man, I hope it's next week!

But since we've had tapes in the VCR all week, I never realized the clock hadn't changed with Daylight Savings.

Crap.

So, I managed to tape the last 2 minutes of 'Lost.'

Double-crap!

I know how it ends...

Listen to the Pope

I'm not Catholic. Let me get that out of the way right away.

In fact, I'm so not Catholic in my upbringing, some would even say I'm anti-Catholic. I just say I'm 'not.' My family is definitely anti-Catholic, though. My grandfather was an Orangeman. I think that sums it up, pretty well.

To me, though, the death of Pope John Paul II is a sad day for the world. This man worked tirelessly to help those in need, no matter which corner of the world they were in.

Yes, people can criticize his views on safe sex/contraception, abortion, and divorce, but he worked for people, regardless of their faith. He even visited the imprisoned man who tried to kill him.

I've studied a great deal about the Papacy and it is quite easy to say he was one of the greatest popes in history.

I'll miss him.

Everything's Not Lost

Yeah, I'm disappointed that the new project I was falling in love fell apart the way it did, but I can at least take a positive attitude and refocus on something else.

In all, the experiences over the past 2 weeks have cost me about $100. $50 for gas and $50 in fees. Not bad, really.

Could really use that $100 right now too, though.

I think my wife is still a little surprised that I've been taking such a positive attitude when crap is thrown my way. It's been more of a recent thing, with only slight "hiccups of positivity" in years past...

To tihnk negatively would kill me. It really would.

Watched 'The Apprentice' tonight, which is a semi-normal Thursday night show for me now. Donald Trump had a line like:

"When you focus on something and get excited about it, you fall in love with it. But if it doesn't work out, move on to something else and do it better."

THAT I can handle.

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The Job That Ate My Brain

Dreama posted this and I like following up on things like this, since it really made me reflect on some of my old jobs.

God, some of them sucked. Also, I'm not naming some names just because I could see this stuff coming back --even after all these years and biting me in the ass.

First job to last job, FYI:

1. Cashier - Yep, lame-o minimum wage job for a mom-n-pop store. Only there was no 'pop,' but a French Canadian family consisting of the grandparents, their son and their daughter and her 2 boys. They were in one location for 17 years, then brought me in had to move 2 weeks later. One bad decision saw them losing money quickly and then the big comics boom hit and they couldn't keep up to the speculators buying dozens of copies of every comic. Somehow they'd order the worst crap in the hundreds and get stuck with it.
2. Pizza Crew Leader - Took a job at Little Caesar's right after high school and only lasted a year. Minimum wage again and despite being a friend of the manager in high school, he treated me like scum at the restaurant. Refused to promote me despite my work record and threatened to have me fired after a bunch of us decided to go see Batman Returns one night after our shift was over. Gotta hate camaraderie in staff, eh? I think he was even more annoyed when I quit.
3. 'Map Boy'? - Basically tabulated a ton of information on Earthquakes for an emergency preparedness consultant office and learned a whole load of information of what to do in and after an earthquake. The boss retired after the city we were contracted to decided the odds on an emergency in the region was miniscule. Stupid city.
4. Salesperson - Second foray into the hobby and comics industry. It had been a huge sportscard store before a guy I knew from the first job bought it and hired me. Everything was cool for a few years, but I got to be good friends with some of the customers and when one of them bought me dinner, the writing was soon on the wall. The NHL strike totally did in the sportscard aspect and the day the strike was over, I was let go. Found out after 8 months of unemployment that he'd been giving me a bad reference. Most likely because he was pissed I left him with a bunch of stock I'd ordered and never bothered to go in and actually buy.
5. Research Assistant - My favorite history prof hired me to compile a database of written works by women in Victorian England. I blew him away with the amount of work I found and had done more than he expected by the third month in. Unfortunately, the university refused to pay me over the summer after running me through a series of hoops. Forced me to apply for a student loan to prove "need" before they'd pay me and then I didn't get the loan. Turns out I never needed the loan in the first place and the total asshole in the financial aid office basically told me not to come back to the office. I threw a hot chocolate at him in frustration. After he retired, I became good friends with his wife. Go figure.
6. Office Manager/Location Scout - working at a Modelling agency, I discovered an interesting fact about the Vietnamese owner. He had absolutely no business sense. Believe it or not I actually worked there for about 18 months, but saw 7 other staff members come and go in the same period of time. Most people quit after they had someone threaten to beat up the boss for unpaid wages. Oh, and our office was in a pink building. Yeesh.
7. Site Interpretor/Vignette Actor - Worked at a National Historic Site. Loved my co-workers and hated one of my supervisors. We got on each other's nerves so much I actually pointed out to him that I carry a gun at one point because he never said a plain 'hello' but also said 'greetings and halogens.' I hated that!! They moved me into an office job (hehhe - his office job) while he took an extended vacation. After a few uncomfortable meetings where I somehow managed to sit between 2 people warring with each other, I left. Best memory was of the guy who nearly keeled over trying to stifle a laugh when the superintendant commented on the stuffed beaver "don't you just love touching the beaver?" Still makes me laugh!
   
8. University worker - Held down so many different jobs at the university that I wouldn't have enough room to list them all. I was basically a "jack-of-all-trades" and went wherever needed. The politics in a university are the most horrible I've ever come across. I'd go where needed and yet couldn't get hired on full-time because I "didn't have the qualifications." Finally got "in" after 4 years and got pushed out of my job to make way for a woman who'd told her boss to "fuck off." I paid the price and when I complained the union rep tried to get me fired. A year later, after the Sex Caffeine fiasco, I ended up back in the position only to get bumped by someone with much more seniority after 3 weeks back on the job. Went to a new department where I got to work with the infamous Co-Workers From Hell. Got a chance to go back to the 10-month then 3-week job for a third opportunity (by which time I was labelled a 'drifter' --stupid politics). After 2 weeks I was asked to resign (and gladly did) because I'd been "too friendly" with the students. No, not sex. Just constantly watching out for them because the Boss From Hell was verbally abusive to some.

I miss like one of these jobs and that's it. Isn't that sad?

Stinker

My house stinks.

I mean, really stinks. These cats are killing me. They've totally crapped out their room (it's almost all in the litter box, but they're like shit-producing machines) and the smell's drifting down throughout the basement now. You walk downstairs and the smell hits you.

Geez, my eyes are watering.