So it's like this

Hi, I have returned employed.
Not great but good.

This week's been flying because of it. Man, I almost forgot why I hate full time jobs: They eat up your time. You come home, sit around a bit, eat, shower and then you realize it's time to sleep again. Ughhh...

Anyways, the week's been plenty busy.

Sunday: Last day boarding this season for us. Um, it sucked. It was mainly my fault the day turned out bad though. I was strangely slower than everyone throughout the day, then near the end I hit really hard face first and that just killed my motivation and caused me to go even slower. I became paranoid and slowed down often. Not to mention, the weather was inconsistant up there. There were wet snow periods, blizzards and thick FOG(!!) when we couldn't see two meters in front of us while we went down these trails we've never been to before, mistaking lots of cliffs for wide open spaces. Thank goodness we didn't fall down any. We couldn't tell the cliffs apart unless we went up close so we went around blindly, following the coloured poles that supposedly mark (not very clearly, but--) where the cliffs are. Uwa, I'm so sorry Windy and Mike!! I really suckkkkkkk....

Monday: I ditched the 7AM barista training. Come to think of it, 7AM? and Downtown too? For a whole week? No thanks. Instead I went to a quote and quote interview for the other office-like job thing. Mr. Boss is scary. And so I got it unconditionally. Hm!

Tuesday: Ok, first day of work. I presented with a shitty computer with the most disgusting keyboard, 15" old monitor that faces the damn window (so I get a friggin GLARE/REFLECTION), and a gross-feeling ball mouse. Hoy, I'll guess I'll be livin' with this baby for the rest of my stay there.

Rest of the Week: Let's see.. about the people... ufufu~ They're a handful. There's the main guy who got me the job through his mom and then through our church. He's.... well... he's a type of guy that uses big, complicated words with bad english grammar so it sounds _REALLY_ weird. And he often uses phrases like "BINGO!" and "[insert sentence], man!" And he gets stressed out really easily and starts swearing excessively but lol, he doesn't know how to swear properly. Or at least in its right context/tone (also due to his inability to use proper English grammar as well). I heard he's CBC, that might explain his messed up usage of English. Then there's this other guy that's at front desk that does pretty much the same stuff as me and the 'Main Guy'. But he's bossy and takes all my paper that *I* wanna update to database cuz *I'm* the one with nothing to do! He rarely shows up to this branch though... His english is bad too. Did I mention he's balding? And he's really rude to the customers... really. Phone and IRL. *shakes head* Now known as 'Rude Guy'. Next we got 'Accountant Lady', the only other female working there. She often comes in late and leaves early. I think she's married. She's also a mandarin speaker; hard to communicate with. Coming up are the higher ups. There's this guy who uses his initials for his name (just like 'Rude Guy') but he's COOL unlike rude guy. He reminds me so much of my cool uncle. He also has a LCD widescreen monitor. He's the 'Cool Guy'. Then there's Mr.Boss. Mr.Boss is scary. He would often come down and stand there and watch us as we work. Mr.Boss only speaks English to me. He stared at me while I was filing papers (noo how embarassing!... I had no choice, there were no papers for me to update at the time). As much as I wished and wished for more papers came to my desk for updating, NONE DID WHILE HE WAS AROUND.. ALWAYS! So I couldn't impress him even if I wanted to. Mr. Boss is... yes, yes, scary. Next in line are the hard workin' labourers that drive around forklifts like race cars. The cool manager guy. The greedy mandarian speaking guy who comes into the office and eats and eats and eats. He talks loudly too. Then there's lots of other people that made no impact on me. Oh, there's actually some young'uns too that look around my age (huzzah!). They don't work everyday though... so I rarely see them. I don't think I'll ever get a chance to talk to them either... *sigh*

Oh, I gotta rant about their ghetto and badly programmed php script. Wow. It. Sucks. BIG. The first few days I used it, I had the urge to reprogram their damn script. Even now, updating is a pain in the ass. After you've entered, for example, a new name for a new database... the database name cannot be changed anymore. So if the data in the database are correct but the database name is not, you have to delete the whole database and start again. What logic is that? It's buggy too... it doesn't allow quotes (which can be easily fixed goddammit). If you enter a quote in the data, everything after that quote becomes fucked. Apparently Main Guy doesn't know that and I figured it out myself. If not, I would've attempted to enter data into the database constantly without knowing wtf was going on. I even asked him and he was like "Oh, ignore the warning it's fine"... and I was like o_O Wtf you don't ignore warnings f00. Then there's other stupid things like the order and organization and the layout... they all suck. The structure and procedures for creating a new database, adding new data, updating the data, etcetc (=everything, practically) are really, really (=extremely) bad... Who the hell did you guys hire to make this shit??? Hire ME as your IT instead why don't ya!

My "N" got stolen within less than 5 minutes in the parking lot. I went to pick up my free waxed board (which looks exactly the same as before o_O) after work and woosh it disappeared. People are quick.

Today/Monday: Hi Brad, I hate you. So, I had my driving test today. I got an oldbe examiner (I recognized him) who looked so bored and impatient throughout the whole ride. I asked him something and he didn't answer. Meh, not that it bothered me too much. Seems like I had strange luck: I took my exam on the 1 in a million rare as hell exam route. A route that is soo rare, even my instructor said the chances are slim and didn't take me through it during honing-up skillz lessons. We went through a series of small streets and I passed by 5 whopping school zones (!) and then ended up somehow at the end of Richmond. Near the end, he sends me to some freeway exit I'm unfamiliar with and I get my ass whooped for a Danger Action. Boo, there goes the end of my test. Ah, almost perfect... clean except the DA lol, damn. No tricks my ass bitch! Ah, I'm not angry, really. Just pissed off (the same as angry I guess :b) that I had to pay $50 for this, and I gotta pay $50 again. $50's a lot. Twice would be $100. :( I feel sorry for the other guy that took the test the second time and didn't pass again... Now I gotta live through another 45 mins of pressure, fuck. Next time (aka. next week aka. asap) I'm going to try taking my car (save time and money) and hopefully the weird noises my car makes when changing gears won't scare the shit out of him/her. I'm determined to get this done and over with. Or at least, before I forget all the rules again. It's so ironic though. My problem is speeding and yet I failed because I wasn't fast enough. Heh. That's so sad.

*yawn* Mmm.. sou mentally tired.

PS: MAR first ep animation sucked ass. I'm upset. :(