Holy SHIT

Damn good shit.

Moving, work things and dreams

So my roommate Heather is moving out at the end of April/beginning of May, thus I will be taking her room and my current one will be available. Know of anyone needing a place?
I am starting to become spent from my constant working, even though my hours have been scaled back I still find myself too tired all too often. I need to just stop one night for myself (that isn't tonight).
I have been cleaning. Hyper cleaning. Unearthing my room will happen in stages but will happen nonetheless.

Lately I have been remembering the weirdest dreams from my sleep. I truthfully don't remember them that much, or if I do it's bits and pieces and usually later in the day.
But I have been having very frightening and very real feeling nightmates (like bleedy needle man trying to give me AIDS) to dramatic, almost comical in concept big "Blockbuster" dreams as I call them: Naval Captain of outer space oceans having cheating on his wife with the hot boyfriend of a younger Heath Ledger.

I really wish I was making that up.

Appropriate Tagline, oh and Happy St. Patrick's day

I think that "shit, son" is hella appropriate because it seems before I know it. A month passes in my rapidly shifting young life.
So I've eased into daytime shifts at Black's, and then some evenings and most weekends I'm at Urban. This is exactly what I wanted. And I still have free time here and there to live, clean on occasion (you know, rid of grime) oh and see people that matter most to me.
To top it off, I received a pay increase at Black's. Hopefully now I will be able to dig myself out of debt faster then I was plunging myself into by spending money I didn't have. Now I just have to stop spending what I do have to pay back for what I didn't!
If everyone else thought like this, maybe the economy wouldn't be so fubar. =p

With that minor debt concern I am in the midst of saving for mah pending super awesome funtime trip to NYC. I've never been. I am hyper retarded happy. Since now that the rooms and buses are booked all I can do is think about all I am going to see, what I am going to learn, photograph and acquire. I want to absorb it. And cherish my short time there. I'm going with Devan, Amanda and with Devan's roommate Kristyn (The best hos and mos trip, ever).

And there is more good news, oh yes yes, my roommate Heather is moving out!! Now, the reason this is so good is that I get to upgrade myself to a much larger room. I am really excited for the extra space to spread my cramped conditions (to be fair I have a large room, just too many belongings [shit]).

In the last month the weather seems to be improving, I fear a final, harsh and unexpected snow storm, but until then, what time I can spend outside I have been enjoying. This Sunday Amanda and I went for a shopping therapy trip where I acquired this beauty:


A unique craft purchased at Model Citizen in Kensington Market.
AKA BALLIN' BLING.

But I can't always shop when I feel dumpy or angry or hungover, I'm hoping with more sun I'll be less prone to agitation and mood swings, I don't do so well in the harshest periods of winter. But the weather is no excuse, I am now making a conscious effort for the benefit of those around to try my best with rational thought before one of triggers is pulled.

Today is St. Patrick's day, the day where people get drunk and everyone becomes Irish magically for a day. I came to the realization when walking home (it was gorgeous out) in all honestly, this day does very little for me since. First I'm not Irish and I always felt that Ireland by the geography alone, makes it hard for me to believe it ever had snakes. Meh. Its not my bag, I will still wear green to avoid annoying people from pinching me. Most of the green I own is olive.
All I can think of for now.

I'll never crash!

Okay, working mad hours is slowly eating at my soul, I just want the money to arrive! Thankfully some of it's coming in soon-- this week in the Holt Centre is essentially what I expected, dull-- full of unnecessary actions. And more stress than I forgot existed that came with being a lab operator.
Fucking machines.
On the lighter side of things, I've been spending loads of time with Devan, who remained unmentioned due to my inability to make personal public, unless I know you in person, you know?
And with the cheesiest and most annoying day of the year around the bend, I have my platonic love, Amanda to thank for this gem:


It is mine. And I ate it.

Whew

So essentially in the last little bit I had some hardcore ups and downs, mainly ups-- and financial downs.

Working two part time jobs was becoming difficult after the holidays-- I really just missed working my 40 and then enjoying two days off.
Thankfully (and unfortunately) the full-time lab operator quit, and so I filled his shoes (which is nice, it's the same hours weekdays) and I still now can do extra at my other job. Fucking sweet.
Because truthfully I enjoy working at Urban more, I've been looking at photos for so long that I realize I need to change something if I want to get to those places I see in everyone's pictures (stability and great vacations).

So I go back to being the smiling singing lab guy of another store in the meantime, the extra cash from Urban is gonna help me pay off bills and work closer to my dream prize... XSi.

I also am going to try to keep my camera on me more often, at least I won't miss anymore failblog opportunities.

Employment, economies, men and ankles

Well since the last time I posted my life seemed like the equivalent to a commercial broadway, unfortunately that form of happy was very short lived.
The least now of these events was that the individual that I was semi seeing realized he didn't have time for me, seems justified, at least he was honest and I'm going to believe that and not the BS hearsay that seemed to surface about him in five directions afterwords.
The small business I worked for briefly (note, very fucking briefly) fired me. I was told it was because they realized that they shouldn't have taken on a full time employee-- whoops. (I just the think that the owner really resented me, when his wife had to break the news, she was in tears). I blame the decline of our economies.

Soooo... FUCKTITTIESFUCKASSBITCHFUCKCUNTFUCKED

I really didn't want a vacation, I didn't budget for it.

So being the resourceful gentleman I am, I instantly stopped all the spending I was doing and started making some phone calls to some friends in regrettable places, yes, back to my old job.
Unfortunately I could go back to my comfy position, thats the way it is-- but I never wanted it back, I wanted to leave it, period. So I took on a part time position and began to look for work to supplement it with. I am hoping to secure a fulltime position with this other job first and foremost.

Oh and then when going to a friends birthday party, an angry drunken stranger punched me in the face. Goodtimes!

BAM, new job. With urban outfitters on yonge street. Now normally retail is just retail, but has actually been the best retail experience I've had to date. People overall are fantastic and it's at least a place where there is something I can justify always doing. I like that about a work place.
Been there a month now, a few days ago was the staff party, you can see my shame (drizzunk) on mah facebooks. I had a really good time.

But the following afternoon at work. My right ankle just wouldn't stop hurting like, it was really sore. It hurt so badly to go up and down the stairs. So I really didn't think much of it, I sorta have a history of shitty joints. Until tuesday, my day off-- I stupidly walked around Toronto with someone who has kept the art of conversation interesting. (in my opionion, so worth it)

So now as I am writing this as I woke up extra early for work so I could ice my ankle so I hopefully can have a somewhat normal day. And you know, make dem moneys.

Soo much better than before! *duck*

So.
I did have enough of my job. And I gave my two weeks, pretty much shortly after my last post and I HAS A NEW JOB.

Today marked the last weekday shift of my job. Now all is left is the weekend (those don't count as REAL shifts) and tomorrow-- NEW JEB BEGINS!!!11!!111!!!1 FECK YAH BITCHES.

My new place of employment is a local successful small business that offers a variety of services and I am so excited to start there. w00t.

I am going to miss the perks of my old job. I like my film. A lot.
Thankfully though, the market is so fucked and camera companies are so competitive now that pretty much all cameras are being sold above cost, so buying direct as an employee is useless essentially. Ye ye. So when the time comes, a DSLR will be mine... just not now.. BUT-- I do have vacation money... hmm.

Or money to dig myself out of the little debt I have. Y'know.. but... but...