oh no you d'nt!

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sorry... this just had to be done.

Screenshots are the new Dakota Fanning... Evil and completely unnecessary

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Oh Ya, It's Mine... I Own It!

ok, I'll break it down for you. I gots me a job. Yes folks, I'm taking it this time. haha I know you may have begun to question that after reading the previous posts, but this time I've really got a keeper. I'll be working at SolutionINC, which, through a hookup with the Bonster, I was able to swing an interview last week and get myself through the door. It's basically what I've been wanting to do, and the pay is going to be great.
I start on Monday. I will admit, I am a bit nervous about what I'll be responsible for, but I hope to catch on quickly before I sink. I'm about to shart my pants just thinking about it now... oh god. I'm mostly excited about working m-f 9-5. This has been a dream of mine for years. lol I hope I can handle the shock of getting up again. Early to bed I suppose. Luckily that won't be a problem in this house... lights out at 10 boys and girls!

so true...

I found this in an old email that was forwarded to me back in November 2003. That's about the same time I was starting my mental breakdown at Rogers. God, I certainly don't miss that time in my life... or that horrible building. I still have nightmares about that place. I thought I'd share it with you all... since it's so fitting:

“Sometimes it’s difficult to accept the choices life offers us. It seems easier to go along with the roles that others assign. How many people do we know who seem to drift through important areas of their lives, neither fully cooperating nor asserting their own choices? They might not like to admit it, but in “going along,” they’ve accepted someone else’s definition of who they are.
Some of us comply out of a desire to cooperate—but there’s a big difference. Compliance means refusing to exercise our own power to choose; cooperation means using our power together with others to achieve more than any of us can alone. If we accept the responsibility for our lives, we forego the luxury of saying, ‘Look at what you made me do;’ but in exchange we may get to do what we want.”


Excuse me while I go throw up now...

I call this position "Downward Spiral"

o... m... g.
Can someone not say "you've had enough booze shorty... shut it off!"? That would be ideal for future outings. Thanks.
I looked like a wreck despite 2 showers and a brief nap between episodes of our Sex and the City marathon. Darcy and Julie arrived home and immediately looked at me knowing full-well what I had been up to the night before. Apparently my shame was visible for miles.
I definitely enjoyed myself at the bar. I met some young ladies out on their 19th bdays. They were really excited to be there and I spent a great deal of time dancing with them and their middle-aged aunt. She was fun times too ( looked like Karen from Will & Grace) and was convinced that I couldn't be a day over 20. God, I wish.
I met some of Tony's friends from work. "Ashanti" the tequila queen thought I was insane I'm sure. In fact, I'm pretty sure they all did... given my hyper sloppiness. How I managed to drink shooters and NOT hurl on the dancefloor remains a mystery to me.
Another all-nighter at Stephen and Robin's. I had a great night...more drinking, etc. etc. and I'm still paying for it now. I thought I would be able to sleep all day, but apparently the shame and guilt of my performance has kept me up longer than I planned. I clearly made an ass of myself... but what else would you expect? lol

AHH! My Most of Me!

Today I had my interview with Manulife. It went very well, which I felt good about. I laid it on thick and gave them every bullshit answer I knew they were looking for. At the end I was told that I could sit and talk all day and she'd love it.... odd, I spend 10 minutes with Glenn and Darcy and all I hear is "shut it off!" lol
It's a real job with normal m-f daytime hours and a salary that would place me above the poverty level... which in this province seems to be a luxury. It could mean the difference between living a semi-normal life and going completely insane resulting in an all-out ginfest to finish myself off.
Panic has nestled it's way into my every moment now. Mr. PaymetotalkonmsnandwatchEllen has given me fair warning that he'll be cutting me off soon enough and that I'll be screwed beyond recognition if I don't manage to get some form of full-time extravaganza going here PRONTO.
I should apparently find out in about a week if they thought I was suitable enough to continue the hiring process... god, here's hoping. If not, I'm praying for the 12-sided died ending.