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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Excitable Progression to Succession!

Good day, chaps. Another go at the ol' blogger from Garrett here.

I think I am set. I contacted my dad earlier and asked him to send me my inheritance money (from my Opa: meaning Grandfather in German, who is deceased from cancer as of 2 years). It should be in, as my dad says, by this Tuesday. I'll have perhaps 100 to 200 short of one thousand dollars with the money I currently have in my electronic pocket (bank account). Oh, happy, happy day. Let's have a toast for two or three (no more, I can't handle more than three drunkards at a time :P) for a cheery development in the world of independence!

Also, I did some searching through the Classifieds in the Times & Transcript and found about a dozen places that suit I and my room mate. Several of them were very appealing, and me and my room mate to be will most likely live in one of them (this is the best case scenario). We will need heating, so as to not become cryogenic specimens, but not as a separate payment, because that will literally kill us financially. That and, signing a lease or some other insidious contract deal is not a good idea for us either. My sister had to sign a lease for a place she lived in a while back and eventually it bit her in the ass, so there's a lesson learned in getting 'round.

I have to do some phone calling in the next few days. I will have to explain to my would-be landlord(s) that I will have a room mate and that him and I will be competent tenants who won't struggle to pay the rent on time or around the time of payment. That's of course palpable; you can't get into many places without assuring your landlord that you're not a financially ill deadbeat or other and you won't fuck up their property, or that you're just a flat-out jerk, whether or not you intend to be at all. I, myself, will do none of such things, and I will do what I can to pay up the rent on time. Besides all of those details of minor importance to you, I think I will have a place to stay, and I will do damn good, because my optimism tells me I will do damn good. That and I would like to take a dam tour through the damn dam.

The money I will receive on Tuesday should make everything a whole lot easier. I mentioned this money before, and I am mentioning it again, in all of it's repetitious glory, for your perhaps wavering attention span. It, being the money, will make all of this quite possible. If a damage deposit is necessary, then so be it; good riddance! Me and my room mate will split the deal 50/50 and we'll get the place, so I will laugh in joy. I am hoping that we will have left-over money for a few important things, like furniture and most importantly and more satisfying, food. If I don't have my food, I won't be happy. That and, we may need some appliances, like a Fry-Fries-O-Matic 5000 (if such a moniker exists) or Pasta Maker, on top of the toaster oven that I own already (I'd kiss Betty Crocker, but she's probably an old hag now, so I will pass any such a move). Fancy appliances, like anything that is actually useful, for me at least, are not important but I am not a coffee or caffeine user or anything, so that is just what I think of it. If I am correct on how much money I will get, I should have just around 900 dollars...if not more. I may be able to exploit the funds a little bit if I am lucky enough to be left hanging with at least a hundred or so dollars. But 'luxury' items, as I like to put them, are not important for at least a month's time. You know what luxury items are don't you? Take a look at your Playstation Dos, or your iPod playing stereo system piece of crap; these are luxury items but that may be solely my opinion.

We will need a few services of course, as you can't avoid it. Such services necessary to living a wholesome life are the phone, perhaps the television (I don't care if it is cable or satellite, whatever works best for our finances), and the World Wide Web (WWW), the latter of which I use most commonly and the least sparingly. I was told, in reference to such services, that we will have to place a deposit on at least one of the services...and this is because of our age range. For shit's sake! This is probably why so many people my age struggle to get by when going out on their own.

I am most of all excited, as is obvious, that I will be around the people I respect. Also, I look forward to seeing my special someone, you know who, the one in the picture in one of my recent articles. This just in: the Red Sox are the 2007 World Series Champions, this is two years in a row. As I type, all of them homophobic (:B) team mates are hugging each other in triumph and fully irrational appreciation of their cosmic sky-faery's intervention to lead the team to victory...or am I just trying to sound smart? If you guessed yes, then you're wrong. If you guessed no, then you're dead wrong. But, if you guessed nothing at all, then you're right to have done so. I'm just kidding though. I am trying to be witty. You've just lost 6 seconds of your life and I am proud to have taken away those six seconds.

I'll just end this by stating my excitement for returning to Moncton. I should be back in Monkey-town in a week or two TOPS. My room mate is referring me to his work place, so if that succeeds, then I think I'll be perfectly fine. I am so thankful to nothing spiritual or of religious trappings that we're still in the Fall season, as I hate moving shit in the cold (when you've moved to what would turn out to be a total dullard of a town during -30° Celsius winter winds that pierce the face (damn our evolution for the loss of our facial fur! Mustaches and beards & sideburns are not enough!) in the middle of January, you've experienced enough). Speaking of which, it will still possibly be chilly out, but I am not looking forward to such a prospect. And don't you go looking forward to it either.

Well, g'night my audience. Stay tuned for more of my blogging endeavors. If you're lucky, and I am able, my next article will be written in Moncton. Let's hope to that! I shall establish a continuously witty stream of articles from now on.

Oh and, I <3 Syl.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

The Chance of a Lifetime!

Goodie! Something very good happened today. Let's see to that further on...

I think all of my effort so far to go back to Moncton is about to pay off. I received two responses from two places I applied at in Moncton. The first one was from Purolator for the position of Freight handler. What's neat about the response from Purolator is that I applied last night. Now that's a speedy reply! However, I cannot attend their interview session which happens today. I replied again stating my inability to for today, but I did ask that they keep me in mind for an interview session in the near future. Unfortunate yes, but there's still a lot of hope.

The second place I applied at was Kent. This is based in Trinity drive of Moncton. They called me and asked me to come to an interview today, but the same situation applies as for Purolator. I asked if I could be interviewed when I come back to Moncton. This will be soon, I hope. I'm going to find a way to stay in Moncton for a day or two so that I can attend an interview. I hope to get a response from Purolator as well, and if they set a date in the near future, then I will probably attend both while I visit Moncton again.

I don't want to go to Moncton without full knowledge that I will get a job so that I don't have to owe a shitload of money to my soon-to-be room mate. I do have some money that I get from my dad bi-monthly (for this month, tri-monthly, as there are three pay periods) but it is nothing to write home about. I'm just hoping that I can attend these interviews so that I can get the hell out of this place! I know that there will be others, I don't need to be reminded, but I will do my best to convince my would-be-hirers that I am the worker that they want. There's other places to which I applied in Moncton, but until I get a response from them, I will surely attend the two interviews (most likely to be only one so far as I know, as a second response from Purolator is pending).

I'm fairly excited. This could be my chance to get out of here, and most importantly, go out on my own. Yippee!

Wish me luck...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Need to Exercise Patience is Valuable

Oh my, at the time of this writing, it is quite late. I've been up for perhaps 19 hours, which is actually too long, and is probably a dream for working-class folk (which I am not).

One of the only things I can look well to in terms of developments, in any way, shape, or form, is that I sent out yet another letter to my special someone. That special someone is the one in the picture found in the previous article. For the first time in, say, many years perhaps, I had sent/included a card with the letter. It's a "Miss You" type, but that's the best I could do, since the most luxurious card market I could touch in this berg was the local Wal-Mart (again, a periodical source of guilt for whenever I go through it's doors).

Well, I may be forgetting something else, and that is I had signed up for some online work-at-home gig of which I saw in the paper. It isn't needless to say that there was ONE LOUSY LISTING FOR "Help Wanted" IN THIS DAMN SHIT HOLE'S NEWSPAPER, this one was among the half dozen other listings under that category in Woodstock's good ol' classifieds (the back of which consisted, for what occupied half of it's surface, religious media advertisements and a moniker that screams propaganda, "THE LORD IS COMING"). I am, as usual with some things, skeptical about it's legitimacy and ability to help me earn money. But, what can I say? I at least put some effort into taking any measure to get out of this awful town.

As time passes, my pessimism for the near future grows. It is like a weed; as time goes on, the weed grows. We've all heard that metaphor before but that's what I am thinking of anyway. I know that there's most likely only one or two events that could help me get out of here, and that is either my step dad getting a job or position someplace else in the province, or my family is stricken with too much luck and wins the lottery. I can't see the latter, but I am a bit cynical towards the former as well. Ah, well, this may not be a healthy way of looking at things. It's hard to defeat though. I try to combat the brooding pessimism in me all the time with all due honesty, but my pessimism may be winning. It is probably why I sunk to the level of analyzing and even taking interest in online survey pages throughout the World Wide Web.

Then again, patience is a need for my situation here. I need to grab any opportunities by the horns and wrestle it under my full control, but this town is like a desolate pasture of very few 'horns' to grab onto. I'll keep my goal of escaping from here in my number one priority slot in my memory banks, but in the meantime, I have some ongoing war with cynicism that needs to end. It's not good for such a presence to exist in these hard times for me.

Oh and please, don't make me out as an "Emo" or a depression case, as I am far from either (I am against conformity so being an Emo is far from my interests).

Monday, October 15, 2007

An Uncomfortably Harsh Realization

As you can see, I have continued my using of cleverly devised titles. ^_^

The weekly mark is approaching since I had applied for three jobs, as I mentioned in the article below. It feels like it's been forever, to put it so bluntly albeit with a slight touch of cliché thrown in. There is no way I could actually accomplish my goal of going back to where I lived before, which I'll reveal to be Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada, while I do not have a job. Where could I go with only fifty dollars every two weeks? Well, perhaps as far as a dumpster somewhere in the place I want to go back to, but that's about as far as I can dream of at this point.

Yet as soon as I get a job, all I am going to be doing is saving up, or at least dedicating a very large portion of my earnings to my goal. The sooner I am out of here, the better. On the other hand...

My step-dad has applied for various positions throughout the province. I hope he gets them, and especially one that would make the world seem much brighter for me, as the position in mention is in a sister-city of Moncton. That's good news for anyone that wants to go there, and I fit into that category!

I have a headache, so I think I'll end this article here. I don't work well on anything with a headache, so I wanted to cut off around this point. Not to mention, this pizza I am eating deserves to be devoured and digested by my somewhat demanding stomach, so that is another incentive to say goodbye. Toodle-oo folks.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Assurance of a Wish

Oh, how I love what I chose for my title. Do you feel the same way?

Well, onto the subject at hand, I made a revelation today (of which, at the time of writing this very bracketed sentence, is left with only four minutes) and it may help me secure a means of escaping from my ever-declining sanity. I have applied for three jobs, since I applied at a dozen others a couple months before. One of these jobs happened to be Wal-Mart, and in regards to that company, I am one of the many people who could admit to feeling guilty for shopping in such a place. The other two included the local movie theater, which has pretty poor screen sizes, and Atlantic Superstore. I'm perhaps more optimistic about the last of these, but most of this is because of encouragement from my mother. That kind of thing helps on these occasions, I have to admit.

It's only a matter of time before I even get a response from any of my possible employers. I'd like a fixed income because I have planned to bunk in with a friend, thus granting my chance to leave this horrid place sooner than I initially hoped. The plan in question is a good one and I look forward to it. However, I will play this plan safe and build up my finances for perhaps a month and then take off to bunk in with my aforementioned friend.

Well, wish me luck. I think I have a good chance of acquiring the position of Night Crew Clerk at the local Atlantic Superstore. I've never worked in retail before but you've got to start out somewhere.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Living in a Berg, and abhorring it all the way...

I live in a very dull, depressing place at the moment of writing. I don't have a job at the time and I am skeptical about getting one now. I want to go back to where I was before I moved in to this place with my family (this wasn't a voluntary move, by the way), but without a job and most importantly, without money, I can't. I am stuck here.

This prospect upsets me at this very moment. I have lots of things to look forward to where I wish to go back to, but as long as I am, as I feel it, trapped here, they're but distant dreams. At least, where I want to go, there's a job market, opportunity, post secondary schooling, and places to buy stuff that I want or need! Yet, there's little of all of those in this dump. Mostly what I am looking forward to is my social life, which was healthy where I was before this place, of which I have little here.

I may have came off as a depression case there, or something pertaining to social issues, and I can admit that I do have a problem with social issues. It's not that I can't build up much in the way of friendships or acquaintances here, but it's that I don't. I have a problem with generalizing people in this region, but from what I know of them already, I made and still make the effort to avoid them. They're bible-thumpers for one, and I don't bide well with such a crowd. They've also a strange attitude towards people that are not from the area, as in, out-of-towners. This is one of the reasons that the job market here, of which there's almost none, is a detrimental aspect to anyone's success in this dump. After all, it has the highest unemployment rate in the province at 9.8% last time I checked so this is firm evidence that there's this odd vibe towards people looking for a job whom none of the employers or townsfolk know. But I will try all I can to get a fixed income so that I can escape from this horrid town.

After all, I am looking forward to reuniting with a special someone where I am hoping to go. I have plans to go back by April '08. That is, if I can. My sanity is on the line as long as I remain here. I don't think I am a very healthy person here. My family knows this and they feel bad for me. But I will triumph over this berg. I'm not going to let my emotions get the best of me here, as I know that I won't have to be here for all my life anyway.

Here's to hoping...