All work and no play makes me cranky a.k.a. I'd almost rather sell a kidney...

NOTE: if this post is a bit scrambled I apologize...I forgot to take my meds this morning which means that my ADD and me were not on the best of terms today. I know--not the best way to start a new job, but hey, I showed up early, stayed the whole day and didn't piss anyone off!

So, I've left my job at the greenhouse which makes me sad...I really enjoy it there. The problem is that she can't afford to pay me what I need to go to school in the fall and put some $$ in the bank for stuff besides school (books, gas, insurance, food, mortgage payments, etc). So I started work at a local wreckers which pays 50% more to start and possible double or better within 30 days. The greenhouse was way closer to home (less than 6km) versus the auto place which is about 20km, but I was spending $ on plants and other stuff. At the greenhouse, people are happy and smiling and generally pleased to be there--spending money; it smells nice and there are all sorts of pretty things to look at and touch...the auto place just isn't like that. I'll let you know how things are going though. The owner of the greenhouse is betting that I'll last a week at the other place - and she'll gladly have me back.

By the way, I forgot how much I despise cheap, miserable people with busted cars.

I'll give it a try-but with the smokers, the filthy front office, and loads of other weird crap- I'd almost rather sell a kidney than work there.

Everyone needs a room like this...

If everyone had a room like this, there would be less hostility towards one another. I also think the world would be a much happier place if all of us stupid adults would get off our high horses and remember to live life, not just exist. It's not all about the perfect looking life or house or family...it about actually BEING HAPPY! So I declare that everyone should have a space invaders room!

Ah, to be a kid again...Intellivision, Atari, and Pac-man. Who needs XBOX 360 anyway?

Cheaters, cheaters, pumpkin eaters...

Sad but true...after reading this, I can honestly say that humanity just got a little more like our knuckle dragging club swinging predecessors. I know that I don't write all that well, but I could NEVER stoop this low. I used to think that University was all about learning how to bend the rules but PAYING someone to write your paper is not only playing by different rules, its playing an entirely different game and the ref is MIA. I guess it is true that post secondary education is elitist...and I'm just a pauper who writes her own papers. I hope that this creep and all the bastards that felt it was beneath them to write their own papers get salmonella poisoning from all the pumpkin they've eaten. The lazy, arrogant bastards probably paid someone to spoon-feed them, too...