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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

Annoyed

I'm trying to be a good student this year. Especially since I discovered a graduate program at an awesome university that is pretty much exactly what I want to do. So far I've stayed up to date on all my readings, and have even read the supplementary stuff I'm not required to read. And today I thought I'd actually get started on my first assignment that's due in 9 days.

BUT I CAN'T!!!

The WebCT is not working. There is some sort of error and my knowledge of computers is minimal so I'm not sure exactly what error it is. All I know is I can't get to the page I need to get to. The one with the template for the assignment. Bastards!

Also the U of A homepage won't load. Blah.

In other news I had a pretty good weekend. On Saturday Amy met me after work and we went to one of my favourite greasy spoons here in Edmonton: Keegans. What makes Keegans extra special is their hours of operation. They are open 24 hours a day, so even though I don't get off work until midnight, they lovely staff is still there to serve me milkshakes and surprisingly good French Toast. Yummy.

Work on Friday and Saturday was pretty crazy. Whyte Ave on the late shift is insane. Especially on the weekends. The street is full of drunk, loud college students. They do provide a lot of entertainment. But if I have to point one more group of drunken men to the Playboy section in the store I may scream.

One stinky drunk guy came in on Saturday night and asked me if we carried porn DVD's or tapes. We don't and I told him so, but I did point him in the direction of the magazines. He looked at the racks location in the store and decided they were much to far away for him. Then he tried to hit on me. It was gross.

Also on Saturday one of our older customers (I'd put this guy at maybe 60) gave me his number and told me he'd take me out for coffee sometime. This was after he asked me if I was married. It wasn't too creepy, but I still don't think I'm going to call him.

But I guess both of those little events are just hazards of the job. And in the end even though I seems I will perpetually have the late shifts on the weekend I'm still really enjoying myself there. The staff is absolutely amazing and have been so welcoming and the clientele is generally great and friendly. Excluding the kids of last year, I think this may be one of the best jobs I've ever had.

Interesting.

 

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Anonymous Anonymous Says:

You don't "think" you're going to call the 60-year old guy? Are you having trouble making up your mind there?

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

My reaction was identical to Anna's. Funny that.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

P.s. Tessa, I got to work this morning and none of our computers worked. I think the entire university servers must have been down overnight. I couldn't do anything, so I spent the entire morning putting spine label stickers on children's magazines. It was fun ... until the computers started working again.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

Why is loving me wrong? I'm so lonely.

 

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