I'm being mildly consistent with this. Whoo!
I've been working at a pub for about three months now. I learned how to pour a proper beer (not as easy as it looks), mix certain drinks and, where appropriate, when to cut certain sleazy men off after they come up and slur, "Eyyyy wanna make me annotther beeer sweetheart?" Regardless of that aspect, working as a bartender has actually been my favourite jobs so far.
Unfortunately, there have been two major problems:
1. The usual knock off time is 4am. FOUR IN THE MORNING. With this finish time, it was normal for me to start work at 10pm which meant I completely screwed myself over trying to keep to a human sleeping pattern (at which I failed miserably). I'd wake up at 1pm, 2pm, or even 3pm, eat 'breakfast,' then I'd have a couple of hours to watch tv or see friends and what not, and then I'd be back off to work again. Lovely.
2. The bar is home to a manager from HELL. He is a horrible person with disgustingly harsh, unforgiving, and unreasonable ways. A person with a temperament of such awful standards that he should not be allowed to manage twentysomethingyearolds when he has an unhealthy grudge against all of human-kind. He's bitter, he's mean - and in no way am I exaggerating. One shift I was found crying in the fridge after he screamed at me in front of customers for making a mistake (after not being taught the appropriate procedure in the first place).
Anyway, today I quit! Good riddance.
I'm actually still waiting to hear about another position I've been undertaking interviews for, so fingers crossed I actually get it. Even if I don't, I won't regret leaving the bar. I'm not the type of person to stick around a place where the staff are treated so poorly. I'm going to miss sooo much working with some of my best friends.
I know I'm not alone in work-horror stories. I suppose they at least give people something to complain about. I'd love to hear some of yours!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Keeping it some-what real
Oh, the blogosphere. How I've wanted to return many a time, but didn't. I am a creature of laziness: the very idea of sitting down to 'type stuff' again was too much for my tiny brain to comprehend. 'Words?' It said, 'Why on earth would you want to make those?' (I understand that by talking to myself I was in fact making words... this isn't really going anywhere).
I don't even know if this is me returning... I mean, I've long ago proved that my dedication to keeping a consistent online presence can be either super committed(!) or non-existent. I think what I needed was a break for all of this. Putting my life out there with various degrees of openness eventually got to me and I needed to stop. The blog, my videos, my whole internet life came to a halt (minus twitter and facebook and tumblr) because it was all too much. Plus, I was a lot younger than I am now. Looking back, I see a massive change in my personality, my maturity, and my view on life in general.
Writing is something I intend to study over the next two years and yet over the past year I couldn't even write for the sake of writing. I think I had become too caught up in the whoosits and whatsits of the internet (WHO is reading my blog and WHAT should I write to keep them entertained?) when I really should have been writing whatever the hell I wanted. Whether this is read by 200 people or just by myself shouldn't be important. I want to write for the pleasure of putting words together and leaving them here forever (because we all know that whatever mark you leave on the internet will be an annoyingly-irremovable stain in techno-world). If I am lucky enough to have someone interested enough to keep reading what I have to say, then that is just a fantastic bonus.
What I want now is to keep a consistent journal for myself first, and secondly for anyone who wants to read what I have to say. There is no point hiding from a world that has so much to offer. Thoughts and experiences should be recorded. Here, I will leave some of mine.
Right! Now that's out of the way, how has everyone been? (Are you still there?)
I don't even know if this is me returning... I mean, I've long ago proved that my dedication to keeping a consistent online presence can be either super committed(!) or non-existent. I think what I needed was a break for all of this. Putting my life out there with various degrees of openness eventually got to me and I needed to stop. The blog, my videos, my whole internet life came to a halt (minus twitter and facebook and tumblr) because it was all too much. Plus, I was a lot younger than I am now. Looking back, I see a massive change in my personality, my maturity, and my view on life in general.
Writing is something I intend to study over the next two years and yet over the past year I couldn't even write for the sake of writing. I think I had become too caught up in the whoosits and whatsits of the internet (WHO is reading my blog and WHAT should I write to keep them entertained?) when I really should have been writing whatever the hell I wanted. Whether this is read by 200 people or just by myself shouldn't be important. I want to write for the pleasure of putting words together and leaving them here forever (because we all know that whatever mark you leave on the internet will be an annoyingly-irremovable stain in techno-world). If I am lucky enough to have someone interested enough to keep reading what I have to say, then that is just a fantastic bonus.
What I want now is to keep a consistent journal for myself first, and secondly for anyone who wants to read what I have to say. There is no point hiding from a world that has so much to offer. Thoughts and experiences should be recorded. Here, I will leave some of mine.
Right! Now that's out of the way, how has everyone been? (Are you still there?)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sick
Of all the days my body decides to catch a cold, it has to be the day we're doing Pride and Prejudice in Lit. I mean, sure, when we did three weeks straight of Romantic Poetry, I was fine (the topic sounds a lot better than actually it was. I wasn't interested at all in what we learned, despite my love of the Romantics).
But now I won't be able to hear about how my rather pretentious lecturer feels about Mr Darcy. Which is really the only reason I'd want to go.
Not really.
A lot of people seemed interested in what I'm studying at Uni. In short, it's an Arts course. I'm hoping to double major in Creative Writing and Media and Communications, if I still feel like it next year. Uni is alright... half my subjects this semester are either boring or completely shot my expectations, but I adore creative writing, and music psychology.
And that's all my sick brain can throw at you guys today. Sorry!!
But now I won't be able to hear about how my rather pretentious lecturer feels about Mr Darcy. Which is really the only reason I'd want to go.
Not really.
A lot of people seemed interested in what I'm studying at Uni. In short, it's an Arts course. I'm hoping to double major in Creative Writing and Media and Communications, if I still feel like it next year. Uni is alright... half my subjects this semester are either boring or completely shot my expectations, but I adore creative writing, and music psychology.
And that's all my sick brain can throw at you guys today. Sorry!!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Oh Hai, I'm Liv
Yes, it's true. You're not imagining this popping up in your Google Reader/RSS/Blogspot/whatever. I'm blogging. I don't even know who actually will read this anymore... but by chance I opened this page and am typing to you all - whoever you are.
My excuses (ah, the excuses) are that I've been distancing myself from the internet of late (some of you may have noticed I've privated my Liiv7 videos and don't really have much of an online presence these days); I've been going through the whole transition from school to uni and because of the distancing, haven't thought about blogging; I write (well, used to write) in a physical journal sometimes, and that fulled my need to express myself through literary form. But now, I want to relocate back here again.
It's true that this is my only blog post since, um, how many months have I been away? 6 -7 MONTHS?! Wow. That's weird. I didn't even think it was that long.
So a lot has happened since then, and I'm not going to fill you all in because that would take too long. Maybe if you guys have any questions about what I've been up to, you can ask me in zee comments? It would be lovely to hear from you.
I think I'll keep this short and sweet, and I'm assuming my next post will be more interesting/informative/readable.
My excuses (ah, the excuses) are that I've been distancing myself from the internet of late (some of you may have noticed I've privated my Liiv7 videos and don't really have much of an online presence these days); I've been going through the whole transition from school to uni and because of the distancing, haven't thought about blogging; I write (well, used to write) in a physical journal sometimes, and that fulled my need to express myself through literary form. But now, I want to relocate back here again.
It's true that this is my only blog post since, um, how many months have I been away? 6 -7 MONTHS?! Wow. That's weird. I didn't even think it was that long.
So a lot has happened since then, and I'm not going to fill you all in because that would take too long. Maybe if you guys have any questions about what I've been up to, you can ask me in zee comments? It would be lovely to hear from you.
I think I'll keep this short and sweet, and I'm assuming my next post will be more interesting/informative/readable.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The END is nigh
Sigh. It took me about 30 minutes to actually open this page. Now I'm tired. But dammit, I'm going to blog.
Ah. I know I haven't done this in a while. It's actually really difficult to know what to say. That's the problem with not blogging in ages: I know what I've been up to and what fills the space since my last update, but none of you do. Which makes it hard to fill. But, I'll try my best.
I feel like anything I would have to say about "lately" would be boring. Well, no, that's a lie, there is one very amazing aspect of my life right now, but I'm not going to talk about it because I want it to remain not-touched-by-the-internetz, if that makes sense. But I've been happier lately than I have been most of this year, despite it being a really good one.
I've almost finished school! I have about 9-10 days until my first exam (French oral. Shoot me.), and about three weeks until I officially finish school, before written exams. Scary stuff. I can not even begin to describe how fast term three was. It's one massive blur; last holidays definitely do not feel as if they were 11 weeks ago...
So. I'm entering a sort of study-frenzy right now, this week will be me focusing (and i mean it!) on work. Like I said, not very interesting. However, school is a big deal for me at the moment, because it's about to end.
It's strange to think about, really. The end of high school.
Ah. I know I haven't done this in a while. It's actually really difficult to know what to say. That's the problem with not blogging in ages: I know what I've been up to and what fills the space since my last update, but none of you do. Which makes it hard to fill. But, I'll try my best.
I feel like anything I would have to say about "lately" would be boring. Well, no, that's a lie, there is one very amazing aspect of my life right now, but I'm not going to talk about it because I want it to remain not-touched-by-the-internetz, if that makes sense. But I've been happier lately than I have been most of this year, despite it being a really good one.
I've almost finished school! I have about 9-10 days until my first exam (French oral. Shoot me.), and about three weeks until I officially finish school, before written exams. Scary stuff. I can not even begin to describe how fast term three was. It's one massive blur; last holidays definitely do not feel as if they were 11 weeks ago...
So. I'm entering a sort of study-frenzy right now, this week will be me focusing (and i mean it!) on work. Like I said, not very interesting. However, school is a big deal for me at the moment, because it's about to end.
It's strange to think about, really. The end of high school.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Girl Band
I remember back when I was in grade 2 and 3 my two friends and I had a dream. Well, really, my friend Madeline and I had the dream. Meg was allowed to join after we found out she had more talent than the both of us put together.
I'm not sure what inspired us, but I'm assuming it was either Britney Spears (our focused obsession at the time) or The Spice Girls, who give us the idea of creating a Girl Band. We wanted to be famous. Sing in front of other people. We began planning, our eager little minds buzzing at the prospect of Making IT. Our steps were guided by a small paperback novella entitled something like "How to form a GIRL BAND" or "CHICKY BABIES KNOW HOW TO ROCK!" It provided us with the steps to success:
1. Find members (check)
2. Find motivation (...check)
3. Find a look:
Our look consisted of many layers of purple eye shadow and a lipstick which would've been happy on a corner turning tricks. Unfortunately. We discussed the possibility of each taking on a persona, a la Spice, but after too many fights over who would get to be "the cute, girly one" we ditched the idea. We would just have to submit to glitter, gold and overly large high heels stolen from our mothers.
We had our look.
4. Find a name:
The name-finding eventually turned out to be our downfall (but let's not skip ahead). The Book provided us with a list of random words, of which we were supposed find a name by writing them down on torn pieces of paper and pulling them out of a hat. The list contained (but was not limited to) words like the following:
Ice. Groovy. Babies. Chickies. Spunky. Kittens. Sugar. Awesome. Sparkle. Cool.
I'm sure you get the idea.
We slaved over our pieces of paper, creating the perfectly squared slices of our future. Scrawled over each sliver was a name, written with care, (any mistakes made were thrown in the rubbish).
And so, we piled our precious, promising words into a pile on the floor, after being unable to find a hat. We closed our eyes, wished, and each withdrew a word.
"Ok," Madeline said, always the leader, "Open them up! We are: The Kittens..."
"Cool!" I screamed
"Spunky!" yelled Meg with vigor. We looked at each other, our smiles radiating off our little faces.
The Kittens Cool Spunky.
Slowly, our smiles faded to be replaced by disappointment; our plan had failed. We returned to the book.
5. Get song writin'!
We decided our first concert would be to our grade 2/3 class, at lunch the day after the failed name ceremony. We would come up with a name after we'd performed at our first 'gig' - the book was wrong. So, Madeline assigned me to be the Song Writer. I eagerly took up the task, willingly pulling towards me a fresh pile of paper after the two girls had left my house. I wrote my heart out.
Now, shifting away from the story for a moment, I would just like to state how sad I am I don't still have a copy of this song. It was pretty brilliant. I mean, who else can come up with the words:
ooooh, ohhhhh,
I wish you'd cry for me.
die for me,
Jump through hoops and sing for me,
ooooh, ooooohhhh.
You get the idea. Man I was original.
Our concert received many a clapping hand before the kids turned back to their game of four square, and we were left with buzzing veins and a thirst for more. We consulted the book:
6. Stick it out! You never know what will happen!
What? No agency numbers? No details on how to call talent scouts?
We decided that maybe we were a lost cause.
We couldn't even come up with a good name!!
My point is that I could never write lyrics then and I'm seriously wondering how I'm going to write decent poetry in my literature SAC on Monday.
Hope you enjoyed =]
I'm not sure what inspired us, but I'm assuming it was either Britney Spears (our focused obsession at the time) or The Spice Girls, who give us the idea of creating a Girl Band. We wanted to be famous. Sing in front of other people. We began planning, our eager little minds buzzing at the prospect of Making IT. Our steps were guided by a small paperback novella entitled something like "How to form a GIRL BAND" or "CHICKY BABIES KNOW HOW TO ROCK!" It provided us with the steps to success:
1. Find members (check)
2. Find motivation (...check)
3. Find a look:
Our look consisted of many layers of purple eye shadow and a lipstick which would've been happy on a corner turning tricks. Unfortunately. We discussed the possibility of each taking on a persona, a la Spice, but after too many fights over who would get to be "the cute, girly one" we ditched the idea. We would just have to submit to glitter, gold and overly large high heels stolen from our mothers.
We had our look.
4. Find a name:
The name-finding eventually turned out to be our downfall (but let's not skip ahead). The Book provided us with a list of random words, of which we were supposed find a name by writing them down on torn pieces of paper and pulling them out of a hat. The list contained (but was not limited to) words like the following:
Ice. Groovy. Babies. Chickies. Spunky. Kittens. Sugar. Awesome. Sparkle. Cool.
I'm sure you get the idea.
We slaved over our pieces of paper, creating the perfectly squared slices of our future. Scrawled over each sliver was a name, written with care, (any mistakes made were thrown in the rubbish).
And so, we piled our precious, promising words into a pile on the floor, after being unable to find a hat. We closed our eyes, wished, and each withdrew a word.
"Ok," Madeline said, always the leader, "Open them up! We are: The Kittens..."
"Cool!" I screamed
"Spunky!" yelled Meg with vigor. We looked at each other, our smiles radiating off our little faces.
The Kittens Cool Spunky.
Slowly, our smiles faded to be replaced by disappointment; our plan had failed. We returned to the book.
5. Get song writin'!
We decided our first concert would be to our grade 2/3 class, at lunch the day after the failed name ceremony. We would come up with a name after we'd performed at our first 'gig' - the book was wrong. So, Madeline assigned me to be the Song Writer. I eagerly took up the task, willingly pulling towards me a fresh pile of paper after the two girls had left my house. I wrote my heart out.
Now, shifting away from the story for a moment, I would just like to state how sad I am I don't still have a copy of this song. It was pretty brilliant. I mean, who else can come up with the words:
ooooh, ohhhhh,
I wish you'd cry for me.
die for me,
Jump through hoops and sing for me,
ooooh, ooooohhhh.
You get the idea. Man I was original.
Our concert received many a clapping hand before the kids turned back to their game of four square, and we were left with buzzing veins and a thirst for more. We consulted the book:
6. Stick it out! You never know what will happen!
What? No agency numbers? No details on how to call talent scouts?
We decided that maybe we were a lost cause.
We couldn't even come up with a good name!!
My point is that I could never write lyrics then and I'm seriously wondering how I'm going to write decent poetry in my literature SAC on Monday.
Hope you enjoyed =]
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Um. Hi?
I know, I didn't Blog Every Day Where Possible. I ran out of the excuse of "it's not possible" after perhaps the third day. Basically, I didn't have anything to write about. When I did have something to write about, I was either a) actually too busy, b) too tired or c) I wrote it in my physical diary/notebook in which I'm now making daily entries. So far I've kept it pretty steady; if I miss a day, I just write two pages the next one. Why I've moved to handwriting rather than blogging is because I need to get used to handwriting, at least for the end of school. It's becoming serious, this education of mine, and I've had to start actually putting extra effort in wherever possible. But anyway, enough blah blah blah, I should write something better than this. It has been a while.
So, these holidays weren't really spent doing much, at least for the first two weeks. Week three was insane. I was exhausted. I slept when I could and tried to fit in reading but even then I couldn't manage much. I had 9-5 musical rehearsals Monday-Friday and Sunday. I also had three 18ths to attend. One of them was my own (I had a lovely time ^_^). They were still so much fun, despite being so demanding.
For my birthday I got a macbook pro. I can't believe I ever functioned with a PC. And I used to be a defender of PCs, quite a proud one too! I think I wrote a blog post about something like this :S I can't remember! But anyway, it's amazing, I can make superquick videos (assuming that I learn how to use iMovie :P) and on that note:
I am now posting weekly videos! Except, not on my own channel. Ahem.
I've joined a collab channel, along with Min and Sarah , that is focusing on popculture. My section is books ^_^ take a look, it began this week! I'm so excited about it!!!!
Alright, I would love to promise that I'll post more regularly but I don't want to, in case I have to break that =[
Now I have to go do homework.
I would like school to be finished now.
<3
So, these holidays weren't really spent doing much, at least for the first two weeks. Week three was insane. I was exhausted. I slept when I could and tried to fit in reading but even then I couldn't manage much. I had 9-5 musical rehearsals Monday-Friday and Sunday. I also had three 18ths to attend. One of them was my own (I had a lovely time ^_^). They were still so much fun, despite being so demanding.
For my birthday I got a macbook pro. I can't believe I ever functioned with a PC. And I used to be a defender of PCs, quite a proud one too! I think I wrote a blog post about something like this :S I can't remember! But anyway, it's amazing, I can make superquick videos (assuming that I learn how to use iMovie :P) and on that note:
I am now posting weekly videos! Except, not on my own channel. Ahem.
I've joined a collab channel, along with Min and Sarah , that is focusing on popculture. My section is books ^_^ take a look, it began this week! I'm so excited about it!!!!
Alright, I would love to promise that I'll post more regularly but I don't want to, in case I have to break that =[
Now I have to go do homework.
I would like school to be finished now.
<3
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