It's official. I've come undone.
I've literally put in about 10 hours worth of overtime this week (pro bono) and actually went into the office today (which is in fact a Saturday) to "catch up on some stuff." I think I'm turning into my father. This is all coming as a shock to me. Not even a month ago, my day consisted of archiving old reports while watching Michael Moore documentaries in another window. It seems that as soon as the other summer students left on their own adventures, people have nowhere else to turn for "cheap and effective" labour.
I'm definitely not complaining though. I hate being stressed, but after the always-a-dull-moment summer I've been having, it's kinda refreshing to feel like you're unravelling a little. Will keep you posted...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Blehh
Does it ever seem like life shoots you up just to see you crash and burn?....
Laaaame.
On a side note, my exam went well, along with my Folk Fest weekend. =)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
August is here.
Okay, my month of insanity starts......NOW!
August 4th: Folk Fest Opener--Van Morrison at Gallagher Park
August 5th: Work Roadtrip--Driving down to Central Alberta to draw pictures of contaminated sites... =/
August 5th-8th: We Be Jammin'--Folk Festing (for free) all weekend
Augsut 7th: R.I.P. PHIL 145--Early morning final exam at NAIT
August 7th: Second Nighthawks Shift---My reunion with my bed made of a patio chair and a stack mik-crates
August 14th: The Longest Night--Third and final Nighthawks shift
August 24th: 21 Candles
August 26th: Gagaloo--The Monster Ball Tour hits Edmonton =)
August 27th: My Very Last TGIF--Summer work is ovahhh!
August 27th: YEG to YYJ--My epic B.C. roadtrip starts with Victoria.
August 28th: Surfs Up!--Tofino for the weekend.
August 30th: Road Trippin'--The drive back to Edmontown makes a few stops in Vancouver and Kelowna.
September 4th: SONIC BOOM--Weezer, the Arkells, Cold War Kids, Rise Against, and Mother Mother
Septbember 5th: YEG to YYZ--Return to trip to my lovely T.O.
Septbember 7th: Possible mini-trip to NYC??
August 4th: Folk Fest Opener--Van Morrison at Gallagher Park
August 5th: Work Roadtrip--Driving down to Central Alberta to draw pictures of contaminated sites... =/
August 5th-8th: We Be Jammin'--Folk Festing (for free) all weekend
Augsut 7th: R.I.P. PHIL 145--Early morning final exam at NAIT
August 7th: Second Nighthawks Shift---My reunion with my bed made of a patio chair and a stack mik-crates
August 14th: The Longest Night--Third and final Nighthawks shift
August 24th: 21 Candles
August 26th: Gagaloo--The Monster Ball Tour hits Edmonton =)
August 27th: My Very Last TGIF--Summer work is ovahhh!
August 27th: YEG to YYJ--My epic B.C. roadtrip starts with Victoria.
August 28th: Surfs Up!--Tofino for the weekend.
August 30th: Road Trippin'--The drive back to Edmontown makes a few stops in Vancouver and Kelowna.
September 4th: SONIC BOOM--Weezer, the Arkells, Cold War Kids, Rise Against, and Mother Mother
Septbember 5th: YEG to YYZ--Return to trip to my lovely T.O.
Septbember 7th: Possible mini-trip to NYC??
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Lametastic July
Summer work has definitely lost it's novelty. I literally spent the entire week helping people get ready for the field assignments that I don't get to go on. I was pretty much just a glorified baggage handler/personal shopper---hitting up Home Depot and racking up some credit card debt on sportsman gear and ATV helmets.
I keep having to tell myself, "You know, Marc, when Lauren Conrad interned at Teen Vogue, she didn't get to do anything fun." It does make me feel better, until I remember one of those lame episodes of the Hills where she gets to work backstage at Teen Vogue's L.A. Fashion Week Party or Prada's Spring Runway Show. Well, these trips to the Arctic are my runway shows. It's literally the only reason I wanted this job. Luckily, in the next couple of weeks, I'll have the even more incredible opportunity of watching everyone else arrange their Canadian North flights on Carlson Wagonlit, while they ask me to book them some ATV's or a couple helicopter trips. Then, I'll get the even more rare experience of creeping all of their Facebook photos and hearing all their stories about the polar bears and inuit tribes they encountered and how it caused them to have such a great epiphany that they've decided to pursue a career in Social Work or Natural Resources Management, all while we enjoy some delicious Wok that their overtime pay could easily cover two-hundred times over. Life's just not fair.
Anyhow, tonight is my first shift of NighHawk overnight security at the Folk Fest grounds. It should be a lot of fun, as long as I can manage to stay up for the entire twelve hours and not get sick of the person I'm volunteering with.
I keep having to tell myself, "You know, Marc, when Lauren Conrad interned at Teen Vogue, she didn't get to do anything fun." It does make me feel better, until I remember one of those lame episodes of the Hills where she gets to work backstage at Teen Vogue's L.A. Fashion Week Party or Prada's Spring Runway Show. Well, these trips to the Arctic are my runway shows. It's literally the only reason I wanted this job. Luckily, in the next couple of weeks, I'll have the even more incredible opportunity of watching everyone else arrange their Canadian North flights on Carlson Wagonlit, while they ask me to book them some ATV's or a couple helicopter trips. Then, I'll get the even more rare experience of creeping all of their Facebook photos and hearing all their stories about the polar bears and inuit tribes they encountered and how it caused them to have such a great epiphany that they've decided to pursue a career in Social Work or Natural Resources Management, all while we enjoy some delicious Wok that their overtime pay could easily cover two-hundred times over. Life's just not fair.
Anyhow, tonight is my first shift of NighHawk overnight security at the Folk Fest grounds. It should be a lot of fun, as long as I can manage to stay up for the entire twelve hours and not get sick of the person I'm volunteering with.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
itsjustoneofthosedays
So I'm pretty sure I fail at life. This Friday has been AWFUL. For starters, I woke up late, again. Then, while rushing out the door into what is probably our 27th consecutive day of heavy rain, I never noticed that my back tire was flat or that the gas light had been on for probably several days. As I pulled up into the Village Landing Starbucks for my morning coffee, someone honked to inform me that I’m apparently a noob at vehicle maintenance, and suggested that I should probably not continue to drive on my flat. So, I did what any independent 20-year old would do: I called my mother. Ten minutes later, she showed up in her pajamas to switch vehicles for me so that I could continue on my way to work while she got the old tire fixed.
Then, I figured, seeing as I was already going to be late for the third day in a row, the least I could do was get my morning cup of Pike to make this miserable day slightly more enjoyable. Of course, when God is on a revenge streak, he doesn’t stop at 7:30 in the morning. I got stuck with the new girl, or Barista-in-training, at Starbucks, who interpreted "no room for cream" as a half-full cup of coffee. Being in a pissy mood already, the last thing I wanted to do was complain. So I just left, figuring I could top it off at work with some of that nasty Van Houtte “Hawaiian Islands” blend that they’ve overstocked in my break room.
AND THEN, after arriving at work at the punctual time of 8:20, I received an email from Accounts Payable letting me know that my mega-expense claim, the one that literally took me an hour to put together, was rejected. Apparently, I forgot to subtract a $2.00 charitable donation from one my receipts.
Gah, I knew I would regret donating to Wal-mart’s Special Olympics Fund…..
OH AND THEN, to make myself feel better, I made the fully rational decision to binge on the leftover pastries that the Friday Donut Club didn’t feel like eating. Helloo, Tubsy....
Then, I figured, seeing as I was already going to be late for the third day in a row, the least I could do was get my morning cup of Pike to make this miserable day slightly more enjoyable. Of course, when God is on a revenge streak, he doesn’t stop at 7:30 in the morning. I got stuck with the new girl, or Barista-in-training, at Starbucks, who interpreted "no room for cream" as a half-full cup of coffee. Being in a pissy mood already, the last thing I wanted to do was complain. So I just left, figuring I could top it off at work with some of that nasty Van Houtte “Hawaiian Islands” blend that they’ve overstocked in my break room.
AND THEN, after arriving at work at the punctual time of 8:20, I received an email from Accounts Payable letting me know that my mega-expense claim, the one that literally took me an hour to put together, was rejected. Apparently, I forgot to subtract a $2.00 charitable donation from one my receipts.
Gah, I knew I would regret donating to Wal-mart’s Special Olympics Fund…..
OH AND THEN, to make myself feel better, I made the fully rational decision to binge on the leftover pastries that the Friday Donut Club didn’t feel like eating. Helloo, Tubsy....
Thursday, July 15, 2010
How the Other Half Copes
So, my most recent obsession is PBS Frontline Documentaries (I know, I'm pretty much 70 years old). Anyways, I watched this documentary a little awhile ago and stumbled upon it again today. It's about how people in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, one of America's most affluent neighbourhoods, are coping with the financial meltdown. It's pretty good, even though the producer is just a little elitist.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Feeling a Little Psychotic
So, after sitting through the finales of both of MTV's geographically-named reality series, The Hills and The City, along with my Dad's favourite show, America's Got Talent, I decided to indulge in some good ol' American Psychosis. Please read this article, it is quite entertaining.
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