My computer is still broken, and that really sucks.
Once again, I find myself engaged in gainful employment. Even though i've been tutoring lots, I still haven't been able to pull in enough income in to make things work. After handing out a few resumes and going to precisely 2 job interviews I am now a Customer Service Representative at Staples Business Depot. My first day is this Friday, 25 November 2005. Hopefully this will put me over the top in terms of income, so I'm at least not moving backwards this year.
You know what's stupid? My computer has decided that it's not going to work anymore. Of course, it has to happen now that I've got 3 papers due in the next week. My dependence on technology is terribly unfortunate.
I know I'm a few days later than the generally accepted deadline for posting this sort of thing, but for those of you who are interested, here is my move journal for October:
Wag the Dog
Run Lola Run
Good Will Hunting
The Ghost and the Darkness
In other happenings, I took the LRT for the first time ever last night on my way to tutoring. Being a small town boy (yes, Saskatoon is a small town. Get over it!), I was quite impressed with the speed of conveyance associated with rail based transit. Had I got off the train at the right station, I would have been at my tutoring appointment 20 minutes early, rather than just on time. As it was, I had to wander through downtown Edmonton looking for the Edmonton Public Library. After calling my roomate for help, I made it just on time. Just for information's sake, if one wants to go from the University of Alberta LRT station to the Stanley Milner branch of the Edmonton Public library, the appropriate station to get off at is the "Churchill" station, NOT the "Central" station. I find I'm directionally challenged as it is, being underground certainly doesn't help matters. It's a good thing the LRT only runs 2 directions (North and South).
On my way home from tutoring, I encountered one of the joys of public transit, a drunk person. A drunken construction worker got on to my bus (which I had to take from the LRT station). Needless to say, his faculties were not all entierely intact. His conversation with the bus driver, much to my amusement, went like this:
Bus Driver: "Sir, you have to pay your fare to ride the bus"
Drunk: "I what?"
Bus Driver: "You have to pay the fare to ride the bus"
Drunk rummages through his pockets, pulls out his book of bus tickets, and something else that he thinks is a bus ticket. Puts what he thinks is a ticket into the fare box.
Tonight, after a short but interesting conversation with Luke on the physiological changes that occur at death, I was in a slightly macabre mood. Thus, I attempted to determine how long I have to live. Apparently, I have until October 19, 2070. It's really a shame that I'm going to be 8 days short of my 87th birthday. Oh well, I guess you can't have everything.
Hello again to all of my faithful readers! I apolgise for my lack of updates this paste week; I'll hide behind the excuse of papers and busy-ness with papers and the like and leave it at that.
This morning I did something I have not done before. I deliberately skipped a morning class so I could get an extra hour of sleep. Ordinarily I would wake up and go to class no matter how groggy I felt; however, having only had a grand total 0f 4 hours sleep before my alarm rang I decided that an additional hour of sleep would certainly be worth my while. Why only four hours of sleep you ask? My insomnia was a direct result of my newly developed Tetley Tea habit. After consuming 2.5 mugs of tea within the two hours immediately previous to my going to bed, the combination of caffeine and liquid conspired to make going to sleep impossible and slightly unwise. I'm definitely going to go to bed early tonight.