The wind is bothering me

I'm done first year university, but I don't feel any less busy. I'm working tonight and I have summer school lined up...

I thought that because I finished school, I would have less things to worry about. Nope, that's not the case at all! I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm working and in all honesty, it's difficult to get a good footing when your schedule is so random.

And because of that, I feel like a party pooper for not being able to hang out with my buddies.

With a type of person like me, I'm supposed to love the static, unexpected random lifestyle... And I do! But right now, I'd like one thing at least to be somewhat stable. Or at least normal.

Signed,
Rio

Looking for the things that aren't there

Yay another update! I think blogging is slowly becoming routine yet again!

I have to catch the bus in about ten minutes to go finish the rest of my formal training for work. Last night was pretty bad... My partners keep telling me it's not my fault, that I'm not fully trained and all that other stuff. But I can't help but be responsible... I mean I am supposed to know a majority of the drinks already (I'm only behind two modules...).

Bah, whatever. I'll get through it somehow.

In other news, my nose is beet red. Haha, I look like a clown! Why? Because I snubbed my nose against my bedpost the other night. Don't ask how.

Hopefully, people don't notice, haha! Or if they do, I can fully explain my epic story of how it happened, lest, they hide their jeering laughter and disgustedness of my rudolphian nose...

I'd curse them, but I'm not a warlock ;P

Cheers,
Rio

A Theory before Work

I've got work in about an hour, and I've been thinking up a theory.

There's this wall between people that exists primarily based on culture, personal morality, ethics and all that fun stuff. People naturally don't like this wall. Because it challenges them, puts them on edge, makes them feel uneasy about themselves and how to portray themselves to others.

But! People can't help but love these walls. We're curious to see what's behind them. We want to see what angers people, what pleases people, what makes people tick.

So what do we do? We beat around the bush. We construct fake walls in a rather sad attempt to see through others. We can't outright say what's on our minds without being ridiculed by fear of embarassment that scrapes the innards of our geniune walls.

When's the last time you've told someone how you really feel? Like REALLY feel? Ten bucks says a few days (maybe weeks) later, you don't talk to them the same way, because what you said wasn't cool, or it wasn't right. Or you end up fighting.

I believe that we are innately lazy. We want others to come to us, but when they do we can't help but relish the thought that maybe we should've met half way. Which is why we reject opportunities that present themselves, because we weren't looking for them in the first place.

A great relationship, whether it be romantic, work-related, school-related, personal philosophy, religion, politics, whatever... It requires effort from both sides of the equation.

That's just something I thought up... Time to go to work.

Signed,
Rio

From one wave to the next

I've got one last exam this upcoming Saturday and I'll finally be able to enjoy summer, or at least a little bit of it.

I'm scheduled to work 30 hours this week, and I still haven't finished my training. Nor am I confident enough to feel good about doing my job right...

I bought a small agenda/organizer thing to write down my work schedule, and I carry it everywhere with me now. It's actually pretty convenient.

I've also got into the habit of carrying Tic Tacs with me. Ever since I've gotten sick, I've had trouble breathing through my nose, so I've been constantly inhaling and exhaling through my mouth.

Of course, there's a lot of bad air and bacteria that gets lodged in enclaves of my throat while I sleep, so I've been dealing with morning cases of bad breath. It's pretty disgusting, haha I don't even know why I'm writing about this, but yeah I've become real good friends with my pack of Tic Tacs (and yes, I still continue to brush on a regular basis you freak, why would even think I didn't? Haha).

I've gotten my first paycheque from Starbucks, and I'm not sure what I should do with it. I'm thinking of getting a PS3 or a XBox 360, an Ipod or a new guitar. I've never had an ipod before, so it might be a nice investment. I've had two guitars in the past, and none of them were really great... I still have to pay my other friend back for my Edgefest ticket and Wonderland Season Pass though.

Ah well.

At least I'll have work to keep my mind preoccupied. I'm not sure if I want to do summer school... I think I will end up going through with it.

Now that I've got a (what looks to be steady) job, I could use a girlfriend. Well, no I don't actually want to use her, but--

Wow, that sounds so wrong. What I mean, is that I'd like to--

I'm just going to stop now.


Signed,
Rio

P.S.
My summer song of the moment? The Ballad of Hugo Chavez, by the Arkells

All work and All play

...Makes Rio a kickass wtfbbqsauce gangsta.

Seriously though, I really should know what the hell I'm doing first. I worked my first full shift as a Starbucks fiend (well more than full, I worked 9 hours) without any training. None. Zip. NA-DA.

And there was only 3 of us scheduled to work. Doing the math, that's 2 capable people and 1 untrained partner... Can you imagine the long ass line up to the door?

I bused for 9 hours. Only one 15 min break. My shift superviser didn't even get one. I was informally trained at the cash register. It would normally take an entire day to train on it. I had a 30 second lesson.

Man, I seriously need to know what the hell I'm getting into.

Oh, and I just finished my last assignment-essay of first year last night (or actually this morning). It's really, REALLY crappy.

C'mon, C+!

Signed,
Rio

An Update Finally....

It's been a long while, since I've had an update so I think it's appropriate to outline some key events that have recently occurred:

(Which are not by chronological order)

- Applied for Starbucks!
- Celebrated a bar bash with my best bud (the night was freakin awesome! My DD got smashed, so I trekked home through someone else)
- Partied downtown @ The Drake Hotel (solo)
- Got the job @ Starbucks!
- Finished my 1/4 essays
- Started training @ Starbucks!
- Finished my Final for Theories of Writing
- Trying to work on my remaining essays
- While scheduling work in as well

Did I mention I'm WORKING for STARBUCKS!?!? :)

I am incredibly psyched.

But now I have 3 essays to write. And I have yet to start. :(

Signed,
Rio