God. Dammit.

Getting a new job? Awesome. Getting a new job where there’s cute girls everywhere? Wicked! Getting a new job where there’s cute girls everywhere but I can’t flirt with them otherwise I get sued for sexual harassment? Fuck.

Oh-ho, it’s a wonderful thing. The rule goes that if  at any sign of any kind of sexual advancement, a employee can report to the employer on hand to report to them about being harassed. In other words… If I say one of the girls looks nice, they can report me, I get sued, lose my job, and go to jail. Well fuck me in the neck. If anything, I’m still putting away paper’s for 7 3/4 hour’s for $16 a hour, with raises in the future. I can withstand the sexual frustration, I suppose…

On a better note, though; for $16 a hour, working 5 days a week for almost 8 hour’s per shift, getting paid every 2 weeks… That gives me well over $1,200 per pay-check. Fuckin’ eh. At my old job back at Safeway, I’d have to work for 3 weeks  to make that much. I get $1,200 in one check. No, I’m not going to use this money for massive spending spree’s; this means neeeeeeeew hardware! I’ll hopefully come across better microphones, better camera’s, new software for the computer, new recording methods… *Innocent whistle* This’ll mean I’ll be able to bump up my quality somewhat, and make it not-so shitty. Don’t hold your breath, though. I doubt you’ll be seeing any major changes in my stuff for the next week or so, but I’ll put money on it that you’ll see some minor changes in the next month or two. (Like all two of you reading care >.>)

Huzzah for Quitting!

Well, I finally quit my crap-ass job over at the Safeway gas station. I have no idea why I didn’t do it sooner, but there we go. Now begs the only question as to what I’ll do now as a gig; Turns out, a Rexall drug store near my home is just opening and needs new people.

My interest got piqued, to say the least. I grabbed a application, filled it out to be a clerk and soon-to-be pharmacy technician. A pharmacy tech (For short) basically handles all the medication and pills, filling bottles, all that amazing stuff. Turns out I’ll need a course, but it’ll give me a good step-up in case I do end up working at one of the hospitals here in the city. Least, I hope so.

So you’d think: A billion-dollar business should be pretty good place to work, eh? That’s what I’m betting on, because I’m getting sick of two-bit-bull-shit jobs I’ve worked at over the years. I know I got the right skills for ‘bigger’ jobs, just none of the bloody said jobs are around where I live. Dammit! I can only cross my fingers on this new job; I’ve been to their old store more times then I can count. Their manager is a bitch to hunt down, I’ve noticed. Haven’t met the wanker once; It’s not annoying. Not. At. All.

I’d love to see how Keith (Old boss at the gas station) handles this. No doubt his mustache will be set ablaze and his head pops like a zit. Too bad I won’t be there to see it; Hell with it, anyway. Working there two years without any raises or recognition for it? Well a royal eff to them, then. I put waaaaay too much effort in the job, but I’m done with them now. Done. Kaput. Finished. No doubt they’ll probably call me in the morning screaming at me to come back; It’ll be funny when I give them a Newfie tongue-lashing before I hang up.