Ok, remmeber when I said school wasn't so bad....WRONG!! I'm DYING!! I end up writing something to taking a roll of pictures or reading 100 pages every night....sometimes all three.
Here's are my courses:
Page design: ok, I like this class. I'm good at it (essentially it's like tetris on a newspage) and the pay probably isn't too bad if I decided to do it....but the hours suck (not class, as a job). Most days you'd work 4pm-1am....YAY!!!! So it is not something I can seriously consider as a career. I'd fall asleep on my lunch break. Plus, think of all the tv I'd miss....nope, not for me. But it's a nice class, not much homework and the teacher seems more afraid of us than we are of him.
News reporting: this should be called "terror class" because that's what it induces in most of us. We had a nice easy first week...take a news story and re write it from a different point of view...ok, nice and easy...WAIT what's this next assignment? Come-up-with-an-idea-all-by-yourself-and-write-a-proposal-and-watch-me-change-your-idea
-so-you-have-to-take-a-bus-to-Hamilton-ha-ha-ha" Out of the blue we have to write shit....what is this? Writing? Ok, that shouldn;t have shocked me but, while we get a wonderful month to come up with this whole thing, sources and all, we're also writing frickin news reports every day and doing news quizzes every day (do you know what the cdn dollar is trading at? 'Cuz I have to!) and read AT LEAST two full newspapers every day and read the book and watch the news on tv and lay eggs...... all for ONE course. Needless to say, for a gal who's the solitaire champion of TMC/MBS, this "working" thing is hard to adjust to.
Law and Ethics: finally! my college education before this is worth something!! I know all about libel and slader and crap....but still, loads of reading...like, seriously, the first day we had 80 pages in the book AND 30 photocopied pages...but it's not too bad. There's a group project near the end of the term...I'm scared about that....I've been watching the class, looking for the "smart person" to pair up with. Bad news: I'M the "smart person". And a "not-so-smart" person is eyeing me up for potential partner material....I may need to develop a really groos habit to throw him off my scent...like horking...I need an old man to teach me how to make that noise..I'll ask the next one who sits beside me on the bus (unless he's a smelly horker...I have an aversion to BO)
Imaging: Doesn't his sound cool!?!? It means "take a camera and shoot stuff". What they FORGOT to mention on day one was that I'd be blowing $20 a week (sometimes more) on film and processing...so, 16 weeks at $20 a week is "oh my gosh, I need to sell my kidney!". Seriously, I need a benefactor...anyone want to blow a few grand on me? Plus, I take pictures like a 5 year old only less imaginatively. I hope I improve. Unless the teacher likes people with the heads cut off (and really, aren't they better that way?).
That's all I'm taking....and my life is all about homework and crap-work, crap-work being Dominion. Apparently most cashiers are actually idiots b/c, after one whole day of being a superstar int he regular aisle I have been moved to 8 items or less. You know, that line that NEVER ends where people do dumb things like pay for 2 bananas with their Visa card....ohhh!!! I SWEAR I am NOT making this up!! On Sunday I had a guy rack up $18.28 in groceries. And he asked if I took change. And then handed me a baggie with $20 of DIMES in it.....I had to count out 183 dimes....while the line is backing up and people are grumbling and a small boy in front of me is spitting out ramdom numbers (well, he was until his mom clued in a smacked him one...I have to say, I kinda didn't feel bad for him...I was too busy feeling bad for me and trying not to laugh at my life going down the drain). Nothing makes you actively look for a new job like 4 hours of being a cashier on the fast-lane. And bagging the groceries yourself....I go to Loblaws and scowl and the pampered princesses who get to run the "bag it yourself" lanes....and they make $.10 more than me!!! So I'm looking for a new job. Preferably one that's close and involves sitting down...they can't pay me any less!
That's all for me. I need to go now anyway...one of the cats is trying to eat the mousepad. I'm more worried about the mousepad than the cat. It has more use. Actually, that's not true. Mars would probably make a nice hat. She's got really soft fur. And she smells nice. Your hat should always smell good. That's my advice to you. No need to thank me, I'm here to help.
Gotta go catch me a pair of mittens now.....
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