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...

Day Off

Okay, maybe this writing out the thought processes is not completely my enemy.
I have this Thursday off and I really don't work that often for someone in retail on weekends, so I don't mind it. A weekday off is a day to get shit done.

I originally wanted to go job hunting today. I was getting frustrated with my current one, however I had a really pleasant day at work that reminded me that I have it pretty good for now. It's comfy and I know that's the retail trap, but until I want to pursue education aspirations-- this will do for now. I just need to seek out a reason from a certain someone that would make me want to stay. Y'know?

While I work the day on Saturday, the night will only be an evening of play. October 4th to the 5th will mark Toronto's 3rd annual version of Nuit Blanche. An all night arts festival that started in Paris, France, but now happens in major metropolitan cities worldwide. w00t!
I really don't have anything in particular I am dying to see be apart of, Zombies in Condoland seems like it's right up my love of the undead ally. It's also happening at College Park so it's a non-heartbeat away.
And friends of course. And take photos.

Today looks like a nice day, maybe I'll go and buy some 120 rolls and be all indie and shit. (authentic?)

Okay, where did the summer go? Oops

So that whole thing about me promising to write in this thing more...fuck it.
Okay I'll write when I damn well want to. Which is right now.

Summer came and went, woop de do. Shit happened, shit got resolved-- I think overall life is heading in a general good direction. Well except in my employment, (too personal for the interwebs) but I'm sure that will be fixed up soon.

Mostly what I feel like writing about is basically how much I enjoy fucking lomography.

http://www.lomography.com/

That photo thurr was taken with my precious fisheye No. 2, my new effin' baby basically. I also own a special edition (urban outfitters no less) of a Diana+.

Oh ye-- read this it be funny: Bear & Kitten

I dunno why I post, only if for J'Manda, who is pictured with me.

So I broke my promise...

Okay, so the lovely Amanda (she's BACK) has been on my case for not posting on my unnecessary everyday happenings so to summarize some key things:

1) Promotion to assistant manager of Black's Photography at the quiet family oriented Sunnybrook Plaza.

2) Epic battle with a moth with Heather in the bathroom, with a victory and finish worth of a cheesy Scream sequel.

3) Uhh... a whole bunch of miscellaneous stuff that I cannot care to remember.

So the past couple of weekends have been ones well earned: the new position is full of new learning opportunities. And mildly upping my stress factor. But I am okay!

Last Saturday it was my cousin's Kristin's wedding and what a damn wedding it was.
Beautiful ceremony, my cousin looking stunning in a dress that really suited her.
I wore as formal attire as I possibly could, which in itself is a struggle. Grey plaid pants, a clean white dress shirt, black belt, skinny silk black tie, a black double breasted cardigan I had to sneak that in there, this site courtesy of a close friend is a new obsession of mine] and my taboo rebellion item, fresh white sneakers.
The reception had an amazing open bar, I drank so much but to no avail, no drunky. I think my family surrounding me is a sobering experience. It was a good time nonetheless. It was nice to walk around my neighbourhood when I got home in the thick of the Saturday pride celebration all dressed up.

Pride Sunday was a day well spent with friends. Essentially all I can say.

The week flew by at work with now me starting to take the reigns of merchandising. Lame to say I know, but I also like knowing that things can be organized and maintained by my rule. (Insert power trip here)

This weekend was BANGIN'
Saturday was time well spent shopping, dining movie watching with Heather and Amanda...and then some serious moving at the Dance Cave in the evening with Heather. There I bumped into my friend Max and his fantastic roomie Ellyn. And we danced to close. It was a good quartet of movin' actual moving. The place was packed with 905 youngin' douche baggery. The kind that don't dance. Afterwards we met friend of friends and ended up dancing on a bench to acoustic Beatles songs and Spanish hits until we parted ways. We finished it with Golden Griddle, because, y'know... its just the best thing that's a little closer than Fran's at 4am.

Sunday with Amanda was a day of chillin' and pampering. I received my first pedicure at Grace nails (located on the south-east corner of Carlton and Yonge) and fuck. I'm hooked. I want more. It was relaxing. My haggard feet never felt so good. I will go back in a bit.
Then we cooked together beef stroganoff. Cooking is a rarity for me, actually it's a never-ity.
It was successful and it was a confidence boost in my own culinary skills as basic as they may be.

All in all, I hope to not stray far from this.

Srsly

Smash Bros. Brawl is full of win, the online battles, freaking great despite some epic slow motion lag.

So this weekend, essentially, I did nothing.
I didn't go to CiRCA for Aeryn's birthday and I do feel sorta bad except the cover for that place is outrageous and definitely a bad scene there. A gay evil one.
It was kinda sweet though being a hermit, kicked back on my ass on my bed for two days straight- the highlights included reaching level 51 on my shadow specced priest in World of Warcraft. Ohh yeah.

Oh this is win, too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u74A7iehaQY

*cackle*

She loves the chronic like Sonic loves speed

That comment popped into my brain suddenly today, no particular reason.

I have to sleep on the fact that relating to people now is marred by the internet, how much I cannot stand 905 plastic gays and if I should watch Speed Racer high or drunk from cheap wine.

I need something new to hit me.

Calling this Genesis is pretty pretentious

So I'm not going to call it that.

This is my big break from my-goodness-how-old livejournal-account.

That I did have before everyone else got one, y'know when you needed a friend who already had one to give you a generated number (like a referral) to be able to get a basic account... regardless I haven't written in it quite some time, so I figure it is time to try something new.

I credit the name to my friend, Premal who I asked what should I name this as: Pointless Treasures was his suggestion, I took it from there. Other honourable mentions made from Dorian include the controversial, "the chinese people" and ever popular "show us your vagina."

I'm gonna go and tweak my layout now.