Unto the Meatiocrity

High School does blow, I fear what my generation will do to this country, and perhaps the world. Congrats though, for being one of the people with a plan.

edit: Also, make a gun that shoots lava lamps, they have always looked like a projectile to me.

I'm tremendously pleased for your having finished high school. Become an Engineer in the UK; with my chemistry and your lust to make ridiculously cruel devices we will be unfuckingstoppable.

Good job, simon. I feel weird calling you simon but this is special. Don't piss your time away like I did. I wasted fucking years after I graduated high school.

Congrats, man. Your highschool situation, as you described it, sounds alot like how mine was. Give yourself a pat on the back for clearing that first big speed bump on the road of life.

This calls for liquor and man-hugs.

The plan is as follows: Work for a year. This year. Summer 2010 to 2011. Save at least 75% of each paycheque through the school months, 10% during the summer. That way, I'll be able to pay for tuition/rent/fake passports in the coming year. I won't pretend it'll cover everything, but the biggest mistake I've observed in the College/Uni crowd is that they didn't work enough before they went off to school.

I would also like to go camping a few times over the year, especially during the winter.

Anyway, thanks guys, I appreciate your congratulations in the face of my unstoppable indignation.

Passport, fake or not, means you need to come on down to the left hand side.

We'll go toy shopping and eat brazilian barbeque.

Shit, man. We're glad you lived to see your graduation. If you had actually died of a brain aneurysm so close to that achievement, that would be a serious case of posthumous blue balls.

DI: I'm currently planning a bus trip across the states with Jordan, however, it's quite likely it's fallen through. Brazillian barbeque or not, I would love to be invited to invade your home at some point.

Sekto: Don't worry, I will never die. Meaternal, etc...

I like the word 'Egobra', even if it took me several minutes to work out what it meant.

Other than that, congrats! Glad to hear you have a plan for your future... I'm ten and a half years out of high school and I still have no fucking idea.

Mac, I can honestly say you're like one of four people from the forums I'd let inside my house. It would be fun. Just let me know.

Have you considered a job in bending?

Time bending.

Who are the other three, DI?

Nate, Hobo, and OANST. Well probably not OANST. He's been mean to me lately.

Awww... I promise to take abuse your sense hospitality at the first possible opportunity.

Congratulations on your acension into a featureless drone of society. It's downhill from here.

Just kidding, of course. You have a fine life and make the best of your time here. Doubtless you will find great success.

Congratulations, Meat Man.

And I have not been mean to DI. He's just a sensitive lady.

Oh, and MA. Absolutely MA.

I wouldn't trust MA with anything. He'd either try to milk it or drink it.

Doesn't everyone? I mean, if it can be milked, shouldn't it?

Stupid double posting internet fuck shit

I got my first paycheque today, I was fucking surprised too, all 84$ of it.

It turns out that while I am paid weekly, the payment cycle goes from Sunday to Saturday and then you get your money the following Friday. So next Friday I'll be getting somewhere in the area of 450-500$, but because my first shift was on last Saturday I'm just being paid for it. I don't mind, though, since my Grandma gave me 100$ for Graduation, I'm getting about 60$ for jobs done about the house and another 120$ headed my way for some Yardwork I do once a week. Money is great. 850$ in just under two weeks is great.

As a matter of fact, I'll be making about 2000$ a month, depending on my shifts and how often I'm paid. I have absolutely no idea what I will do with that much money. I mean, having 200$ is to me what 20$ was to me ten years ago.

I am so FUCKING HAPPY.

And once again, many thanks. You guys make me feel justifiably smug.

That's pretty solid money for a kid just out of high school. Keep up the good work.

And god, do I fucking hate having to have the pay period talk when a new employee gets their first check. Mostly because after ten minutes they still don't understand and think that they're being cheated in some way.

"Sooo, you guys hold the first check?"

"No. you get paid the week after the pay period. Let's look at it this way. Payday is Friday. The pay period ends on Saturday. How could I possibly pay you for a day that hasn't happened yet?"

"Oh. So you hold back the first check. Like, in case I don't work out or something."

"Yeah. Fine. That's what we do. Get out of my office now."

I bet my office is better than your office.

Meatsack, kudos on the monies. That's good stuff.

Your office is in your pants.

See? See? Mean.

My office actually sucks. The last time I was there I noticed a spider had built a web inbetween my chair and desk. The 300 dollar chair I demanded the state pay for because of ergonomics. At first I laughed at that. Then I realized I fucked myself in the ass and cried into my paystub. God damned taxes.

Although my office DOES have a leather loveseat and mini fridge. I'm pretty sure people are hanging out in there, as the butt groove is not my own.

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I knew that either I was being paid for the shifts I worked on Last Saturday and Sunday (or just Saturday) or for Saturday-Thursday (and maybe Today). The person from the Employment agency I got the job through explained pretty much what OANST and I have already said, but then some girl who also works there told me that I would definitely get all my shift money this week, which was incorrect.

I have no idea why I felt the need to explain that, but I did.

Having an office sounds nice. The breakroom we get is basically a big room with vending machines and a T.V. strapped to the ceiling that plays either a News Station in Toronto or TSN, and apparently it's the special Tennis TSN station, as that's all there fucking is. Otherwise it's standing. Lots or standing.

The problem with my office is that I'm never there. I do on site and in house evaluations and treatments, so I'm either driving or hanging out in someone elses house.

I once had one of the janitors get miffed because I was in my office so seldom that my potted cactus was starting to die from lack of watering.

It must have been a prickly subject for him.

TIME FOR LOTS OF WORDS:

I didn`t get enough sleep Thursday and Yesterday night, maybe 10 hours total, was woken up by my dog at 4:00 AM today, leapt out of bed, and pulled something in my left leg. It hurt a fucking lot. An hour and a half later, my mom burst into my room telling me to get ready and so on. I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a shirt with mysterious marinara sauce stains on the front and a farty pair of jeans, trumbled downstairs, swallowed a really nasty tasting glass of orange juice, was told I needed to eat my cereal in the car by my obviously miffed mom, strapped on my workboots and swallowed a mouthful of my weird new medication (more on that in a bit).

Grabbed my backpack, thumped into the car, was driven to work amid a maelstrom of lecturing and bright-ass sunrise light, got to work, limped inside, signed in, deposited my backpack in the cafeteria, pulled on my gloves (ZORB-IT!'s, they're recyclable, reusable and don't breathe very well) went to my work area (I actually work in the 'LAMBDA SECTOR'), saw that every single work station was full, sighed of relief, found my Supervisor and was told that she was overstaffed and that I should talk to her in a bit.

Instead, I graciously, generously, desperately said "No" quietly and told her that if it would cut her some slack I could sign out for the day and cancel my hours, since I wasn't feeling great anyway. She nodded a moment and left for two more. I tried not to look like an old man leaning on the edge of a table like it was a cane. She returned and told me either I could sign out sick or work 'over there' and vaguely gestured behind her with a jerk of her thumb. I told her thank you and that I would just head home, she said okay or nodded or something.

I got my bag, walked around the entire building (it's a fucking factory, giant rectangle fallen over monolith thing, so it took a little while), wandered over to the bus stop and made light conversation with two night workers. They seemed unperturbed by my lack of sleep and somewhat uncomfortable leg.

Onto the bus, through the rest of the industrial block and past a high school I noticed that we were in a neighborhood I'd never seen before (that corner of Belleville remains largely unexplored by me since it's just factories and suburban sprawl). Slowly, the bus made its way to about two blocks from my house. I got off, told the driver to 'Have yourself a good day.' and walked down the center of the road as Belleville is a quiet place at 6:30 AM on Saturday.

I climbed up a rather scenic 89 Degree slope that was dubbed "Drunkards hill" by some clever local and panted home, ready for a solid bit of sleep. I assumed the back door would be unlocked and concluded to quietly let myself in and explain what happened to my mom when she, too was well rested. Instead the back door was locked, my window (which I need to scale the house to reach) was also locked (a rarity) so I ended up having to take the screen off the front window, open it, climb inside as quietly as possible, unlock the front door, collect my backpack and reattach the screen from the outside. Right in the middle of fixing the screen my mom came down the stairs and asked me why I didn't knock. I told her it was because I didn't want to bother her and she sighed irritatedly and asked me why I was home, I told her the truth. She went back upstairs, slammed her door, I got a drink and let Milo the decrepit, smelly leg terrorist outside, used the bathroom, mashed a mosquito full of blood on the wall making a big gross stain, washed my hands (which were not so mysteriously covered in dirt and roof fuckery) and got yelled at by mom, who decided that at 6:30 AM I needed to be told that it was all my fault trying to fuck up this job and that she would have no part of it. I kept quiet because I didn't have the energy for an argument and didn't feel like re-explaining myself. I cleaned the Mosquito streak, let Milo back in came up here, attempted to fall asleep, transformed a Transformer I keep near my bed just in case I'm that bored and wrote this. Either I did it as sub-conscious stress relief or am just not tired. Either way, an eventful morning.

So, my new meds.
For the past year I've taken Ritalin/Apo-Methylphenidate SR; 40 MG every morning, two 20 MG pills. They keep me focused, take away my appetite and work to some capacity in waking me up. I have taken single pills in the late afternoon/night in order to stay up, which they either actually help or have a placebo effect.
I renewed my prescription last Friday but was unable to actually give it to my Pharmacist until Tuesday night. The Pharmacist at the desk was a middle aged guy with a South African accent, which is among the best of accents. He told me it would be ready at 5:00. My sister, my mom and I went to dinner at some Indian food place that was pretty good and had a friendly-ass wait staff. My mom got the pills later and I didn't get a good look at them until Wednesday morning.

Now I'm taking Sandoz Methylphenidat SR (although the dat could just be a labeling error). The pills are different; whereas the Apo pills are/were like little fat discs of chalk, these are smooth, shiny and have '20' unnecessarily inked onto them. As far as I can tell they're virtually the same, but I feel a bit more inclined to giddiness and general smilery later in the day. They also keep me from falling asleep more, though that could just be my own irresponsibility.

So yeah, that was my morning from 4:00 AM to 7:45. I should probably go to sleep. If anyone knows if there's actually any difference between my medication I'd like to know.