highlights

Someone lent me "Pride, Prejudice and Zombies"... I'm only 28 pages in but it's hilarious.
I got my QST cheque. Woohoo to being 87$ richer!
Pumpkin Spice Lattes are back at Second Cup. My mouth is happy.

I gave my 2 weeks notice to Stikeman, and I'm writing a letter to QA now. I don't have another job lined up but I also don't care.
Tuesday I was told by Scott that he would be taking over 10-6 on the photocopy side, except on Wednesdays. I talked to Mike and got the usual humming and hawing trying to come up with an answer. Apparently, QA doesn't make enough money to pay their employees and so in their new contract they want to charge a fee for supplying employees and then charge Stikeman my salary. Stikeman "can't afford" to pay me, and they don't want to hire me straight out either. If Sylvie hadn't had a brain aneurysm, I would be sent back to QA (Mike said they told QA that they had to find me another job... that's not really how it works; you can't boss a company around like that). Now that Sylvie is on medical leave for an indeterminate amount of time, I get to stay until she recovers, but I don't want to sit around and wait to see what happens. Plus I am taking 4 classes this semester and 4 next semester so I don't want to work fulltime anymore. Friday I cornered Mike and said I was extremely dissatisfied with the way they were jerking me around and that I had found another job and was giving my 2 weeks notice. As we were talking he answered his phone, so I stormed off (he's so rude and disrespectful). Afterwards he came to talk to me again and gave me the same story he had said before, and then was like, "So you understand, right? You're not going to leave?" and I was like, "Nope, still going, 2 weeks." I thought he was going to have an aneurism, because we are SO short staffed it's pathetic. (Me, Erin and Dave work on mail; Barb, Francine and Scott work on photocopy, and MP works in Sylvie's place as buyer, Myway works in B1 thank god, and Nancy is the floater).
I predict that tomorrow (and possibly the rest of the week) will be filled with people harassing me to stay and trying to soothe me and make me do what they want. Or I'll get laid off or something. Also this week I was doing B1 and Myway was working there and he complained to Mike that I was rude to him because when I bring down the stuff I don't acknowledge him. Um I'm not going to stop and chat with you every half hour. I don't like you and I don't care about anything that you might have to say. I say hi to you in the mornings and that's all I need to say to you.
Can't wait to get out!!!

Nothing new to report. I am still boring and dull. I could start an exciting new medication but I opted not to, for now.
I can't stop listening to Blue Foundation - one of their songs was on the Twilight soundtrack (lame thing 1) and then that same song was on the only ep of So You Think You Can Dance that I saw this season (lame 2) and I am like the gayest person ever jajajaja!
I am absolutely DREAMING of packing up everything and moving out. Oct 31 my friends. All I need is an apartment.
OMG THE CATS ARE GOING INFUCKINGSANE. These mins are coocoo for sure.
My sister gave me a bottle of tequila from Mexico, complete with the worm. I'm scared to open it in case I crawl into the bottle and never come out and become Michael Williams, the most vile person on earth.
Don't get me started on work - all I will say is that the fact a 38 year old woman and a 19 year old boy get into daily fights over the radio is sad and pathetic. Said 38 year old woman is now very clearly heading towards a nervous breakdown. ANOTHER nervous breakdown. Good lord.

I AM ERIN

I just started to cry because Maxime Gagné brought me 2 rush binders to finish (then said I was doing them too slowly and said he would bring them back tomorrow), and Maïte Murray brought me 15 books to bind which have to be done tonight.

I slept 4 hours, I'm fucking hungry and I just want to go home and lie down. I am so tempted to just leave my pass, walk out and never talk to any of these people again.

bullet points of my life

• coughing so hard i'm gagging is a really fun new symptom to this random cold/allergy/infection I've had on and off since like January.
• can't sleep, brain won't shut off despite anti-anxiety pills.
• been reading F My Life way too much and thinking about how much my life sucks. ex: Rob came home from visiting his parents in Ottawa for the day, for his birthday. 50 relatives and friends went and partied with him and his mom made him a cake. He complained because he hates chocolate cake. I see my parents twice a year at most and the last time my mom made me cake was for my 6th birthday - technically that's a lie because I discovered recently that my aunt made it, and she actually made it to celebrate the birth of her second child but since everyone had forgotten my birthday - including my mother who thought until I was 15 that my birthday was in August - she donated the cake to me.
• I watched 6 straight hours of Jon and Kate +8 today, which is one of the most retarded shows ever.
• I was forced to hang out with blissfully happy couples all weekend, especially the one who is getting married in like 3 months and turn the conversation around to things that only pertain to them. ie "Is your dessert good? We picked out our wedding came today and it is going to be so amazing!!!" followed by 30 minute long description of cake.
  
• Really REALLY have to find new job. Really. I have a fucking BA and I speak 3 languages, and read/write in a 4th, and delivering mail/making photocopies is SO BORING.
  

I don't have anything new to mention. Same old same old, need a hobby, etc... Saw Angels and Demons today but I didn't think it was that good.

Went to the Dr Friday, I have an unspecified infection somewhere and thus am on 10 days of penicillin, and then I have to go back for more blood tests because my thryroid might be failing, yay. At least this time I have anti-anxiety meds for the blood draw, so maybe I won't pass out in the street.

I would say yay 3 day weekend but I pretty much squandered it and did nothing. I have lots to do but am very low energy - I slept ALL DAY Saturday, then last night I couldn't fall asleep and then woke up at 8 for no reason. I'm going to get up at 9 tomorrow, because it's good for me to not sleep all day no matter how much I want to. I think I'm supposed to go for a picnic tomorrow and a walk on the mountain but nothing was ever finalized.

If I feel up to it and clean the kitchen/living room well enough, I do have 2 projects: perfect my chocolate chip cookie recipe/make butter tarts, and turn my 2 pairs of jeans and 1 other pair of pants into capris, and use the extra to fix the holes in the crotches (and also sew the buttons back on my cardigan).

saturday night

Rosanne went to Ottawa for the day and is "super tired."

Carolyn has school this weekend and thus doesn't want to go out.

Rob never invites me anywhere even though he goes out all the time.

Therefore I am home, alone, on a Saturday night, yet again, after a day of watching movies in my pjs. I am officially the most unexciting person on the planet. I can't even bother to go out and get any food.

I spent about 2 hrs mixing, baking, cooling and icing this delicious 2 layer cake. Kitkat had kept sneaking to the kitchen to eat pieces of it (the fact that I stopped him from eating an entire cake is a miracle, no joke). Just as I was finishing the icing, and talking to Rob, Kit FELL from the top of the cupboards ONTO the cake because he was trying to get down directly near the cake. He was covered in icing, the kitchen is covered in icing and cake and Rob did absolutely fucking nothing. There is icing in the living room on the floor and the couch, but he just saw I was near tears of frustration and went into his room, instead of grabbing and wiping off the cat.

I just noticed that I have icing cat prints on my pj top. I think I'm going to go cry some more.