Catchin' Up.
Watched prison break and 24 just now. It was really nice to see the return of Prison Break after it's three month hiatus. I was going to post about the keg party I went to on friday where I drank and drank and didn't get buzzed, and then went to the bar to dance with Crystal and Marisa. But I just was not feeling up to the task I'll be honest with you. So I thought I'd just mention it and then write about my Saturday night going to Scott's birthday party, but honestly, all that happend was a bunch of talking and then going to SFL to find no one there and then me just going home. So I figure there wasn't much to write about. Sunday. I don't even remember what happend Sunday other than I stayed up til five in the morning dicking around on my computer even though I knew I had to wake up early this morning.
Prison Break is already starting to annoy me. It's becoming too predictable now. 24 on the other hand, I won't spoil anything, but holy fuck I did not see that coming. So I'm just chillin here now after watching those shows and reading up on my Trent e-mail. Walkhome wants me to do a shift fill in this Friday with that Megan Davis character. I'm debating on it. I don't know if I really can stand it with her. Also got an e-mail from the Trent IT department on how they are expanding their wireless networks. It's funny because they refer to the basement of Gzowski college as "The Redlight District" which I thought was sort of funny. You see in the basement the lighting is cylinder red plastic tubes with a lightbulb in the middle. They also mention that The Crypt has wireless connectivity as well.
Anyways, I'll write a little bit about today (Which means a lot).
I wake up and it's around 08:00 hours, I am so tired, but it's entirely my fault as I mentioned already. I quickly print out some necessary documents for this morning for classes and head out the door. I need to meet my friend Sam for 09:00 hours at the bus terminal to interview some manager at the Boys & Girls Club in Peterborough. I walk up and look around and don't see him outside so I walk towards the inside waiting area. Inside there is the usual crowd of degenerates and homely people. The men wear dirty work jackets or fanel. The women are still in a sort of 90s era with jump suits with bright colours. I sit down beside Sam and we both remove our earbuds from our respective music players. "Sam."
"Hello."
We shake hands.
"Did you bring the recording device?" He asks.
"Yep, all in here." I respond looking down at my bag.
"So I guess I'll just take notes while you ask the questions."
"I don't think we need to take notes, we're recording the interview."
"How confident are you in the quality of your recording."
"Very."
So we agree on not taking notes.
Our bus, COLLISON, arrives and the bus drivers says for us to go on. We walk all the way to the back. We sit across from each other in a new style bus almost like a GO Train design seating. The bus driver calmy walks towards me. "Do you have a pass or something?" He asks. "Yeah." I reach into my back pocket and flip my Trent ID. He scans it and says thanks and walks back to the front of the bus. The bus pulls out and drives down George street. We look at the numbers of the buildings to estimate when to get off the bus. When we finally see Princess street (the nearest crossroad to the location) someone already rung the bell so we get off the bus. We are greeted by a big gust of freezing wind. The building looks like an old house remodeled. Along the side is a mural of children in play with blue waves and other things like stars and such. We walk inside and someone asks if they could help us. Sam tells her the name of the woman we are seeking and she pops up from behind a computer and greets us with a smile. We explain that we are the students that requested to interview her for our project so she leads us to the conference room.
The conference room is one long table that curves round on the ends. Old grey carpet chairs are in place around the whole table. The odd paper bulltin is on the walls, other than that it is plain white. We all sit down. The woman has a really really dark tan and tons of make-up, her hair is dyed red.
"Ok so what is this interview about?"
We explain the details of the interview and show her the consent form that she signed.
"Now, I don't remember seeing you come in before." She said.
"Our other group member, Richard, came in with this form." Sam explained.
"I just don't remember-" She examines the paper.
What the fuck is the problem, it's YOUR signature.
"-I had another group of students come in too, they are doing presentations soon."
Me and Sam just kinda look at her thinking "where is this going?"
"Are you in the same class or what not?" She asked.
"I don't imagine so, we don't have presentations for a while." Sam explained.
"Well what I'm getting at here is I am wondering how my name is being distributed to be doing all these interviews with students?"
Me and Sam just kinda look at her.
"I'm not really sure." Sam said.
She examined the consent form more.
"Yeah the other group had the same form. So I mean, if I've already done one interview. I don't see the purpose to do it again."
Are you fucking kidding me? ARE YOU fucking kidding me?
"It's a consent form miss, it's a general paper that is used by every department in the University. The only difference between one and the other is the course title." I said. I am really biting my tongue.
"Oh." She says.
"Do you want to see our questions?" I ask.
So we show her the questions and she agrees to the interview because the questions are different. I'll briefly give you a sense of hose it went:
Sam asks: "So what is the tougest decision you had to face as a manager."
"Terminating people." She replied.
Sam is sort of caught off guard by the short answer.
"So was that tou-well, obviously it was tough, but what was the result of that?"
"They were terminated." She said quickly in a perky condensending voice.
Well thanks for that you fucking bitch, you could have ellaborated on how the employees reacted, how they felt, did you offer conseling, did you explain why it happend, were they close, did you help them get another job. Fucking bitch.
So afer the brutal interview we braved the cold winds and went home. So very tired. I rest for a bit and then head to campus for my HRM class. We had a guest speaker today who was incredibly boring and he went on for two hours. Class ends at 14:00 hours and he was still talking and just was just past half done his lecture. It didn't help that this bitch in class was giving him her life fucking story with her business. During the break Joevan took me into the ATOP lab beside my lecture hall. It's full of SUN system computers with some Java Desktop System as an operating sytem. It was so cool. You need a password to get into the lab as well which is really really cool, so this was probably the only time I would be able to get in there.
Got back home and just chilled out for the rest of the day.
Anyways, I'll try to keep up more at posting hahaha.
Peace.
Prison Break is already starting to annoy me. It's becoming too predictable now. 24 on the other hand, I won't spoil anything, but holy fuck I did not see that coming. So I'm just chillin here now after watching those shows and reading up on my Trent e-mail. Walkhome wants me to do a shift fill in this Friday with that Megan Davis character. I'm debating on it. I don't know if I really can stand it with her. Also got an e-mail from the Trent IT department on how they are expanding their wireless networks. It's funny because they refer to the basement of Gzowski college as "The Redlight District" which I thought was sort of funny. You see in the basement the lighting is cylinder red plastic tubes with a lightbulb in the middle. They also mention that The Crypt has wireless connectivity as well.
Anyways, I'll write a little bit about today (Which means a lot).
I wake up and it's around 08:00 hours, I am so tired, but it's entirely my fault as I mentioned already. I quickly print out some necessary documents for this morning for classes and head out the door. I need to meet my friend Sam for 09:00 hours at the bus terminal to interview some manager at the Boys & Girls Club in Peterborough. I walk up and look around and don't see him outside so I walk towards the inside waiting area. Inside there is the usual crowd of degenerates and homely people. The men wear dirty work jackets or fanel. The women are still in a sort of 90s era with jump suits with bright colours. I sit down beside Sam and we both remove our earbuds from our respective music players. "Sam."
"Hello."
We shake hands.
"Did you bring the recording device?" He asks.
"Yep, all in here." I respond looking down at my bag.
"So I guess I'll just take notes while you ask the questions."
"I don't think we need to take notes, we're recording the interview."
"How confident are you in the quality of your recording."
"Very."
So we agree on not taking notes.
Our bus, COLLISON, arrives and the bus drivers says for us to go on. We walk all the way to the back. We sit across from each other in a new style bus almost like a GO Train design seating. The bus driver calmy walks towards me. "Do you have a pass or something?" He asks. "Yeah." I reach into my back pocket and flip my Trent ID. He scans it and says thanks and walks back to the front of the bus. The bus pulls out and drives down George street. We look at the numbers of the buildings to estimate when to get off the bus. When we finally see Princess street (the nearest crossroad to the location) someone already rung the bell so we get off the bus. We are greeted by a big gust of freezing wind. The building looks like an old house remodeled. Along the side is a mural of children in play with blue waves and other things like stars and such. We walk inside and someone asks if they could help us. Sam tells her the name of the woman we are seeking and she pops up from behind a computer and greets us with a smile. We explain that we are the students that requested to interview her for our project so she leads us to the conference room.
The conference room is one long table that curves round on the ends. Old grey carpet chairs are in place around the whole table. The odd paper bulltin is on the walls, other than that it is plain white. We all sit down. The woman has a really really dark tan and tons of make-up, her hair is dyed red.
"Ok so what is this interview about?"
We explain the details of the interview and show her the consent form that she signed.
"Now, I don't remember seeing you come in before." She said.
"Our other group member, Richard, came in with this form." Sam explained.
"I just don't remember-" She examines the paper.
What the fuck is the problem, it's YOUR signature.
"-I had another group of students come in too, they are doing presentations soon."
Me and Sam just kinda look at her thinking "where is this going?"
"Are you in the same class or what not?" She asked.
"I don't imagine so, we don't have presentations for a while." Sam explained.
"Well what I'm getting at here is I am wondering how my name is being distributed to be doing all these interviews with students?"
Me and Sam just kinda look at her.
"I'm not really sure." Sam said.
She examined the consent form more.
"Yeah the other group had the same form. So I mean, if I've already done one interview. I don't see the purpose to do it again."
Are you fucking kidding me? ARE YOU fucking kidding me?
"It's a consent form miss, it's a general paper that is used by every department in the University. The only difference between one and the other is the course title." I said. I am really biting my tongue.
"Oh." She says.
"Do you want to see our questions?" I ask.
So we show her the questions and she agrees to the interview because the questions are different. I'll briefly give you a sense of hose it went:
Sam asks: "So what is the tougest decision you had to face as a manager."
"Terminating people." She replied.
Sam is sort of caught off guard by the short answer.
"So was that tou-well, obviously it was tough, but what was the result of that?"
"They were terminated." She said quickly in a perky condensending voice.
Well thanks for that you fucking bitch, you could have ellaborated on how the employees reacted, how they felt, did you offer conseling, did you explain why it happend, were they close, did you help them get another job. Fucking bitch.
So afer the brutal interview we braved the cold winds and went home. So very tired. I rest for a bit and then head to campus for my HRM class. We had a guest speaker today who was incredibly boring and he went on for two hours. Class ends at 14:00 hours and he was still talking and just was just past half done his lecture. It didn't help that this bitch in class was giving him her life fucking story with her business. During the break Joevan took me into the ATOP lab beside my lecture hall. It's full of SUN system computers with some Java Desktop System as an operating sytem. It was so cool. You need a password to get into the lab as well which is really really cool, so this was probably the only time I would be able to get in there.
Got back home and just chilled out for the rest of the day.
Anyways, I'll try to keep up more at posting hahaha.
Peace.
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