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April 21

"It's sad but it's true...

that society says her life is already over".   Lily Allen totally wrote a song about me, called "22" , and it's killing me softly...well not softly, but in an upbeat tempo.   I'm fucked - even she says I need a "man of my dreams" to rescue me from myself.  Sad isn't it?
 
After being recommended to listen to this song by a bright, young, promising potential Engineering-Physics Andro-boy...I did.  On my way to work.  Which was a bad idea, since her satire resounded so much with me, I almost thought about jumping in front of the train instead of taking it.
 
But it's a catchy song none-the-less.  Here are the lyrics.  They pretty much describe my life, and if I wasn't so chaste right now, I'd probably be having those one night stands too.
 
Oh and since moving to Edmonton, I miss the intellectual gossip of grad school.  I'm tired of hanging out with everyone else's retarded younger siblings.
 
Lily Allen - "22":
When she was 22 the future looked bright
But she's nearly 30 now and she's out every night
I see that look in her face she's got that look in her eye
She's thinking how did I get here and wondering why

It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age

She's got an alright job but it's not a career
Wherever she thinks about it, it brings her to tears
Cause all she wants is a boyfriend
She gets one-night stands
She's thinking how did I get here
I'm doing all that I can

It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age

It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age
 
 
  
April 03

Censored!

Update:  I got in trouble with the new management for blogging at work, which is understandable (company resources and all), but I did not do it on company time, even though the post came up AFTER my log in time.  The new boss strangely reminds me of Jesse's old boss at Sportmart.   Another thing: I got in trouble for blogging ABOUT work.  This came from the marketing department.  And that is why the name of my new place of employment has been removed (upon their request).   I am not sure if it is a cease and desist order or something else.
 
I am glad that I have been censored before I got in REAL trouble. But at the same time, I do not know what to feel about it all.  I mean, there are some very poorly run companies out there who have pages and pages of hate dedicated to them (e.g. Vector Marketing, Convergys Call Centres, Walmart).   Is this company trying to protect their name...and is really becoming a new Walmart of health care instead of a Starbucks (where employees are treated well)?
 
First, the manager that originally hired me has resigned, bringing in old management (who I do not know and have heard strange rumours of favouritism).  Management change is not good usually, and it is usually a sign that there will be high turnover if there is dissent.  I saw this at the University Student Call Centre and several other places.    Plus, I liked the person who originally hired me... she was a wonderful and dedicated person, and she did not seem to play favourites. I liked her honesty. And I sensed her resentment towards the company, even though she did not outright say anything.
 
Second, I figure if I blog about general stuff (i.e. not divulging company secrets or confidential information, which I do not usually do anyways), I should stay out of trouble. But...
 
Third, if they (buwahaha, the ever ominous "they") now know about this blog, I am very sure they are going to keep tabs on it unless it is relatively boring.  What would happen if they found out about my alternative sexual lifestyle? Would I be treated differently? 
 
Fourth, this brings my attention to the fact that I do indeed have to censor myself, which makes me more sensitive things that may happen with this company that I would have otherwise ignored.  For example, will they be reading this blog later, or will they see that I removed the name and stop? Am I allowed to say such things (while maintaining character anonymity) about my thoughts and feelings on the company, or will I be charged with libel?  Or is that slander? I forget which.   For example, I never really noticed, but I am actually older than my senior workers I report to.   This makes me feel weird, especially when I do not really respect their food choices (at least with some of the ones that I have lunch with) and get pretty offended when they criticize my food options (considering I eat like a frenchman, healthy, with natural foods).  But I hold it in, I mean, my private life is mine, and I am very sure not many would respect my alternative kinky lifestyle. 
 
Fifth, the private health industry is run on a different note, in which it is becoming so commercialized that this company may be phasing out real Optometrists and Opthamalogists for Opthamolic Technicians (paid less, educated in much less).   This is not just for my place of employment, but I assume for many people... and hence I think jobs that once required degrees are being given to those with only technician certificates or diplomas.  This is scary...and seeing how I an one of the ove- educated ones, it scares me to the point of wondering when they are going to hire medical technicians in lieu of M.D.s.   But the surgeons are well compensated, even though they (and every other employee) has to sign a non-competition clause.  Does this remind you of anything?  (Highly paid superiors/aristocrats, and very poorly paid inferiors/bourgeoisie... *ahem* the beginnings of the French Revolution...)
 
On another note:  On my way home from work, I saw one guy getting arrested and cuffed at the LRT station, and when I got to my car I caught a girl making out with a guy in the back of their BMW SUV, but she hid when she saw me, even though I pretended not to see them.  While I do not remember the make or model of the car, I do remember she was wearing a black lacy thong.  Life is quite a soap opera when you want it to be. And seriously, what is with me and people who have sex in cars (whether it be with themselves or with others)?  Remember the public masturbator in Lethbridge? But I bet you I made someone's day with an adrenaline rush. I remember getting those while making out in the back of my 1980 VW Rabbit (which was too small to do anything else).  And my Buick Skyhawk. And in Chad's Kia.  Yeah. I guess it's karma, but at least watching people have sex in cars is rather harmless.

What's that burning?

Is it funny that laser eye surgery squicked me out more than needles? I showed up yesterday at 8 and didn't leave until about 7 PM.  I watched through it anyways.  Our Dr. N.  is a machine. He does like an eye every 5 minutes, as long as the patient is good. And man... you can see the smoke as the laser burns the cornea.

So it takes 10 minutes per person. We scheduled 24 patients today and 22 showed up.

My favourite line...

Patient: What's that burning smell?

Dr. N: Oh that's just the laser. I smell it all day long.

Buwahahaha.

April 02

New job

I forgot to tell everyone. I now have a new job at [name removed] being a Clinical Assistant and Surgical Assistant.  It's mildly fun, monotonous at times, and pays alright. I'm still applying for other jobs at the U of A, but until then, I have something to fall back on.  This pays not only my car, but my bills and if I plan it right, my debts.  
 
And that brings me to why I'm blogging. I'm actually blogging at work because I got here 1.5 hours earlier than my expected shift, because I mixed up the schedules for today and tomorrow. I'm here at 8 AM when I should be here at 9:30 AM. 
 
I'm still keeping my climbing gym job, and this job isn't that bad. I still LRT back to the University and pass by the gym on my way home, and as U of A staff, I get free access to the equipment at the University.
 
Wish me luck guys, on this temporary venture.  I hope I don't stagnate for too long.
March 31

I'm a heathen!

I had a witness come up to my door today with a little paper invitation to a dinner and talk about the good lord at her church.
Witness:  Hello! I'm here to pass on an invitation to a nice little dinner at [insert name of church] on [date and time].   (She looks at my shirt, which is the hoody version of the Ollie Moss' "Satan's Little Helper".)
 
Me:  (I smile at her). Okay. Thanks.
 
Witness: (slight frown).  Are you the only one that lives here? There are a lot of cars. 
 
Me:  No... my dad just likes to fix cars.  
 
Witness:  I was getting kind of worried.  Every time I come here, no one answers.  (In truth, my dad is usually home, but just doesn't like answering the door for strangers and in fact, told me never to answer the door again when I told him this story).
 
Me: He just likes to work a lot. 18 hour days.
 
Witness:  Oh! I guess he's a workaholic. 
 
Me:  I suppose. He just likes his cars. 
 
Witness:  Well tell him that if he has time, he should take an hour out for dinner and this talk about our good lord. (No mention of me.)
 
Me:  Well thank you, that's really nice of you! (I notice her frown when she leaves. I smile.) Good Bye!
I'm totally going to hell. :)
 
 
 
 

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