spoiled chinese girl

ARRG!
I work in the printing industry.
We use film. Kind of like for a camera but only one colour.
Kind of like for a black and white camera then.
And then you make a plate. Which is the exact opposite of the film. Pretty much like a picture.
Then you put that on a press. And you print.

So film is very important because the company I work for is in the dark ages and doesn’t understand the concept of digital printing. I digress.

I’m telling this guy. “Your last order, you printed envelopes (I work in an envelope printing company BTW) with this address, this address and this address. I do not have film for the following. (addresses), we can output film if you send me a PDF file.”

And he comes back with “You do have film. Confirm.”

So I write back. “No, I don’t. I have the following film. (List again) And I do not have this film (list again) I can shoot film from your samples, or you can send me a PDF.”

So he writes back. “You do have film. Confirm. And why is the price 33% higher than last time?” (litterally) And when I reply AGAIN to confirm the film I have and don’t have. He writes back all pissy and is like “Okay you haven’t answered either of my questions.”

HELLO!??! How many times do I need to answer his first question before he lets me move onto the second?

Anyways. My boss took over. She’s lying to them saying we do have film (we don’t.) And explained the price jump. (They’re wanting less of each envelope, but more versions. Which basically means there’s more plate changes. That and now we’re going to have to hide the cost of film into their freaking prices since they’re idoits.)

So that’s my day so far.

I’ve also been instructed to never say no.
And in doing so, my head is about to explode.

At least my hair will look good.
Once I wash the dye out. (Put it in last night, washing it out either tonight or maybe tomorrow)
Hopefully my purple-to-blue fade works. And stays good looking. Then I need to work in a bright lime green. And god knows I might end up with yellow too.

I need to stop drinking.
I need to clear my head.
I need to figure out what the f*** is going on.

I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to be me anymore.

F***.

It’s 8:30pm right now, and I’m still at work. This is the second day I’ve had to do this so it’s starting to become a habit. I guess the good part about it is I get paid per hour and not on salary so I actually get to get paid for all the time I spend alone. And that I’m listening to Robbie Williams while I’m doing nothing but feeding a printer and getting paid to do so is quite fun. It’s hilarious at times because I’m doing something that the boss was getting her 7 year old to do, but I’m getting paid a helluva lot more than he was for doing it. And I get to update at the same time.

Marketing schemes aside, I’ve got a feeling I won’t be able to partake in the festivities that are going around. They’re doing a big giveaway and I highly doubt they’re giving their staff any of the prizes, which kind of sucks because I would love to partake. Alas…

Thursday is a Strap-On Tools show in Pickering, and I can’t go because I’ll be at Brickworks, but everyone should go because they fucking kick ass. I’ll be going to the Friday show in Toronto at the Trinport. And they’re playing Saturday in Ottawa, but I’ll be working at Buskerfest.

Yea, like I said, Saturday and Sunday is Buskerfest in Toronto this coming weekend. And I’ve been “hired” to help run unicycle workshops, and getting paid a fuckload of money. Transfering it to an hourly wage, it’sl ike 60 bucks an hour, and my earnings at the end of the weekend should be $160. I’m going to be running two 20 minute workshops per day, at 1:30 and 3:30 each day. Darren Bedford is also doing a juggling workshop so inbetween the teaching unicycling I will be able to learn how to juggle. Hopefully by the end of the weekend I’ll have at least 5 balls down. That’d kick ass.

I have a sudden urge to learn how to play the guitar well, how to play bass, and how to play the drums. I just need to convince a certain band to teach all of this to me, and I somehow hav a feeling they’re not as warm to the idea that I am. I’m not musically inclined, you see. I just want to be cool. I’m almost happy. I’m glad of that.

I got in at 9am. It’s now 9pm. I’m about to leave. I’m starved. I’m getting paid for all the extra time I’ve been here. I’ve been listening to Robbie Williams and S Club 7 and singing and dancing around the office. I feed envelopes into a laser printer and get paid for it. I will be coaching unicycling at Buskerfest. I want to hang out with Jason. I want to hang. I miss my friends. I’ll miss them even more when they leave.

Another All Grrl suscon has come and gone. Another bleed-out station manned. I also got started in on learning new stuff which is always exciting. I just got home now. And all I know is that gas is 99.9 cents a litre, and 20 litres is exactly half my tank. And when my tank is full in my normal course of driving it will take me just about 500km. I wonder what the math is on that. Yes I'm chinese, no I can't think of it right now. (Edit: 40 litres = 500 km. 1 litre = 12.5km. 1 gallon = 47.25 km. 1 gallon = 29.359 miles.) But I noticed that while it's impossible to explain in words, the atmosphere at the suscon was just something I only experienced once the year before. And I do things I don't normally do, not for any reason other than it doesn't feel right anywhere else but here. I talk differently, I act differently and I think differently. And it's not something consious, I don't actively change my behavioural patterns because I'm surrounded by females and void of males. It's all subconsious and it's all subliminal. Or something. My apologies, in the past 3 days I've slept 8 hours if I'm lucky and can still count properly. It was amazing. Jill and Rachel rock much socks. As did everyone else. I didn't know my car could hold so much stuff. It was about 3 inches lower to the ground and I couldn't see but it wasn't that bad. Assembly lines work but no one knows why. And mom still owes me pizza.