Day 124: Do Not Be One Of Those People!

I worked a closing shift tonight at the cafe and it was honestly one of the best I’ve had in a long, long time. 

The person I was working with was really quite sufficient at their job, the day wasn’t so busy, and everyone was pretty much just wonderful. 

The few hours flew by and before I knew it, it was time to close up shop and head home.

Too bad someone walked in 5 minutes before the actual closing time. 

Too bad he wanted a cappuccino for him and his date. 

Too bad I’d already closed the machines for the night. 

Too FREAKING BAD he forced me to reopen my clean machines so that he could get a cappuccino AT TEN AT NIGHT. 

Honestly man? Go the hell to sleep. 

You just added an extra ten minutes of cleaning to my closing routine and you don’t even feel bad about it in the slightest…. Like really, are you even human? 

“It’s only 5 to 10… Can I get one of everything on the menu?”

“I made it in before the ten happened – so you have to take my order.”

“How would you feel if you were me?”

The last one is particularly my favourite. I like to answer this one, because I answer like one should answer when faced with this question. 

How would I feel? Well, I’d feel like an understanding human being who would absolutely go somewhere else because I know what it’s like when people come in while I’m ready to close and make me serve them instead of going somewhere else that is open later. I would feel the need to turn around, walk my ass out the door while telling them to have a good night. I would feel bad, and not for one second would I feel indignant – like their only purpose in life is to serve me a gourmet coffee five minutes before they close the entire store.

Furthermore, if you’re gonna go ahead and tell someone that they look tired – it’s probably best to not say they look tired while you’ve just successfully added time to the time they have to wait to get home to their bed. 

… It’s been a long day. 

I’m already in bed and the cat is next to me. 

Catch you all on the flip side.

– The One Who Has Had A Long Day 

Day 114: 7 Reasons Apartment Hunting Is the Absolute Worst…

I’m currently in the midst of looking for a new place to live and although certain aspects can be fun and exciting – a majority of it is the most terrible thing ever to be created. 

Apartment hunting in an urban area is like window shopping. You get a general idea of what you want, you see something really pretty while you’re out, and then you realize that you have no freaking money to get the one you want so you search and search, holding out for the best one until finally you either settle for the price, or find something similar but lacking in some way. 

Apartment hunting as a young adult is the worst for the following reasons… 

1. First you have to decide if you want roommates or not. Because although the rent is cheaper with them, you’d rather live without them. There is a loner inside of us all – and it comes out during this time. You then have to justify to people why or why not. It’s a pain in the proverbial balls.

2. Picking a roommate is always the worst. Your best friend? Distant family? Random from Craigslist who promises not to be a killer? 

3. You read what seems to be 1000000 ads only to realize it’s not inclusive, there’s no laundry on site, they’re renting in the wrong month, or its so friggin’ far from society that you can’t justify living there. Car or not. 

4. Seldom does a landlord take a feline child or fur baby if you are only renting. And you feel like a terrible person because you considered how easy life would be if you didn’t have one. 

5. As an adult working full time dealing with other adults that work full time scheduling a viewing is the worst possible thing. It’s either on the weekend when you’re busy, after work when you should be eating, or before work — rushing through it and getting up waaaaaaay too early. 

6. Looking at the apartment and immediately not liking it but sticking through the whole viewing because you’re THAT desperate and besides… That’s not a roach… It’s a spider in a costume? That, or when you KNOW they posted the wrong price and it’s really a lot more but they lured you out to try and sway you. LISTEN’- I’m not snobby or picky… I’m poor. 

7. Looking at the apartment and thinking about the sheer amount of xrap you’re gonna have to get rid of in order to fit everything in. 

That’s all I’ve got for you for today. I’m gonna go look at a million more ads.  Sure they’re changed in the hour. 

Cheers & Best! 

– The Apartment not Alligator Hunter. 

P.S. Enjoy the image of pastries because it makese feel less stress. STREAS BAKING!! new hybrid activity of mine. 

Day 107 & 108: Hump Day and Falling Action…

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and admit that I’ve been pretty terrible with blogging once everyday. My issue seems to be either that I don’t feel that anything that happened in the past day warrants an entire blog post, or by the time I’m lying in bed, phone at the ready, thinking of an appropriate blog title I’m halfway to sleep town and I let it overtake me like a ship to mutinous pirates.

I’m tired, folks.

I’m also human.

That being said I promise to do my best at blogging every day instead of every two or three days because what’s the point of a self-imposed assignment if you can’t even stick to it?

Wednesday came and went with little to no fanfare. I managed to navigate my way through a busy work day and even had some time to browse online for a new apartment and visit with my mother for a short while.

Can I just say that working full-time, figuring out the upcoming school year, finding a new place to live for the duration of said school year, budgeting, planning and organizing to pack, and maintaining a social life is not all it’s cracked up to be…

I’m doing it though, and I’m determined to see it all through.

Because if you can’t do it right, don’t bother doing it at all!

Does that even apply here?

Anywhoooo, Thursday was a little more lively. I raced toward the end of my shift because of my impending days off and treated myself to a little treat afterwards (everyone deserves a cookie every now and then).

My ‘weekend’ consists of Friday and Saturday since I work in customer service and you get odd days off like Mondays and Wednesdays. I’m fortunate enough to at least have an actual semblance of a weekend off, even if it does mean getting up at 5am on Sunday mornings to go and bake my ass off!

Not literally, of course, because I’ve still got plenty to go around.

Seriously – take some.

Anyone?

I’ll leave it at that for now, because who knows where the weekend will take me…

Hopefully the humid weather doesn’t screw up my hair game — although, after the week I’ve had I don’t plan to do much “human-ing” outside of the apartment.

People tire me out.

Specifically, people that want to actually talk to me because lord knows that I can’t let any conversation go by without at least giving a real effort into making a connection with the other party.

Call it what you will, but being a people person requires a lot of brain power.

Oy Vey.

Enjoy the sun, kiss some babies, and eat some good food.

These are the little things in life.

– The One Who Wishes She Could Sleep For A Millennium

Day 91: Let The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor…

So there comes a time during the summer break where post secondary students must buckle down and actually think about the upcoming school year. 

It surprisingly enough is not the last week of summer, nor is it orientation day… No, folks, I’m talking about the full out day of destruction that is course registration. 

Now, for some people it’s as easy as showing up on the first day and being assigned all your classes blah blah blah… 

For most, it’s an online registration module straight from hell that boasts user friendly interfaces and quick problem resolutions. 

Bull. Shit. 

I go to one of the larger Universities in my province, and the registration for most students is available online. 

The school is so big that the module is only open on certain dates to certain people in certain programs. 

There’s a sort of hierarchy that we must all follow. 

The science students come first, their program requirements are much more rigid and technical. Most of their classes are laid out for them and when other students try to register for the same courses there is a sort of evil little pop up that tells us to basically screw ourselves because the science geeks get first choice at the course. 

I believe that term is “reserved”. 

Next is the arts students. Their course load varies so much that there are often discrepancies that are difficult to navigate, their course applications also apply to different schedules and showcasing… Etc etc etc… 

Next is liberal arts and/or professional studies. They mingle in a little of everything to get the broad spectrum but are always bound to get the worst electives because their majors stretch so far across the board. For example, I am taking writing courses, a business course, a humanities course and I’m considering a half year computer course because I think it’s fun to dabble. See? Always an unpredictable mix. 

My point here is not the hierarchy though. My point is that there seems to be a flaw in the system. A minor problem of just not having enough room in classes to accommodate all the people that require it for their major.

At the beginning of the summer it’s pretty much ones duty to make sure they are aware of when their course registration opens. It’s like a horse race. 

Thursday. 

June. 

Module opens at 4pm sharp. 

If you miss this threshold, even by a little, you’re totally screwed. 

I remember being in second year and having to choose my courses on a day that I also worked. I got caught on the subway for 40mins longer than I was supposed to and missed the registration module by 25mins. 

Already 2/5 required classes were full. 

I’m just lucky that they saw the problem and immediately scheduled more lectures for the rest of us who actually needed the classes. 

I missed this years by 10 days and I’m lucky that this years classes are a lot more specified and catered to my major. I got into all of my classes but 1 and I’m still kicking myself for it.

C’est la Vie! 

– The Scholar with Scheduling Issues