There were days when nothing bothered me, I could watch gory movies with the best of them, bad smells were simply offensive not gag inducing & goop was okay. These days slime makes me choke and gag, the movies they call ‘horror’ but are simply gore movies make my stomach roil violently, and the smells (stinks) of the world also make me gag and choke. Now this becomes an issue when I’m working, the old ladies that bathed in their perfume make me stand back and not breathe & heaven help me when the homeless man comes in for coffee, I actually stuck my nose in the jug I had just finished making slushie in then had to call someone else while I walked around outside almost throwing up. To me this is so rude & I hope nobody notices but in reality my hopes are probably just that, hopes. I try, really hard, but I just can’t handle it anymore, and so I chalk this up to age. I’m 28, but some days I feel like that was decades ago and my youth has escaped from me, laughing merrily as it skips away with cotton candy & lollipops. What gives? Come back youth, pretty please with cherries on top!!
It doesn’t seem to be working!!
Right now, I want to harp a bit on Student Loans in Nova Scotia. They STINK!! The estimate of what my assessment is, is less than half of what I received from New Brunswick last year. Where do they think my small amount of money goes? I’m not an 18 year old that gets to live with their parents during the summer and the money earned during the summer can’t all go to my schooling or I would have no place to live, no food to eat & starving pets. And if you’ve ever met my pets they can’t starve they’ll eat us first (Mommy’s little gluttons). And why on Earth does it take so long to process these things? Even if you get them in right after they become available you still wait forfrickinever, don’t people actually work in that office, gah, just makes me so frustrated!!!
On a similar but different note, the people I work with just don’t give a damn. Now granted I don’t work for the best company in the world, TRUST ME, but these people have no pride in their workplace and are so damn lazy it makes me sick. I didn’t think I would have such a difficult time not being in charge in such a familiar setting. I have no desire to be in charge, but I also think I know better than they do, which is so terrible I know, but I have standards and it just seems as though they do not or they’re so super low they’ve been buried under the floor. I know this is so wrong to be putting this out here, but I am just so frustrated with them and it’s going to be my outlet for now. I’ll stay away from specifics and certainly names but I sure wish they would smarten up. And grow personalities, all of them except one who has more personality than all the rest of us (yes me included) combined.
And with that lack of professionalism behind me now, I’ll move on.
I want to touch down on drunk driving. HOW FUCKING STUPID CAN YOU BE!!! A good friend of mine was recently in a taxi after the bars a couple nights ago (Responsible!) when a drunk driver smashed into a parked car and sent it flying into their taxi & then took off, right now they haven’t found him but I really hope they do. She walked away with some wicked vertigo and a bashed up face so yes granted it could have been worse, but a completely unnecessary incident. Even on the small chance he doesn’t remember any of this, you can guarantee that his car is pretty banged up & a decent human being would have turned themselves in. I don’t care how well you hold your liquor, you are impaired after that first drink and your brain doesn’t fire it’s responses as normal so don’t drive. There are enough options out there be it taxi, bus, a friend, your feet w/e that you don’t need to endanger yourself and others with your stupidity. If someone did this to your family and killed your son/daughter would you be heartbroken and angry? If you have any shred of heart in you, then of course you would so why take those risks. Be a grown up & drink responsibly. Your loved ones could be at stake, not to mention anyone else’s.
Bit of a mood lightener, but today’s blast from my past would have to be Canada’s Wonderland. Man I loved that place. I wonder if I could handle the rides anymore in my old age and all. Top Gun was my very first roller coaster, and I remember coming home from that first visit and still felt like I was riding coasters when I was trying to fall asleep. We rode the SkyRider 7 times in a row because there happened to ne no one in line at that time. That slow climb creaking up forever (or so it seems) then the stomach lurching drop, sigh memories.
I also had the best ice cream sandwiches there. These huge chocolate chip cookies with ice cream and dipped in chocolate chips, I couldn’t even eat the whole thing myself, Mmmmm and funnel cakes with strawberries. Definitely need to get back there sometime.