The Dog's Diary
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8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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The Cat's Diary
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Day 983 of my captivity.
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My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nugget. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
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There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices last night. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event, yet I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
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Day 984 of my captivity.
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In further attempts to disgust them, I continue to vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
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I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors today, by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
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Day 985 of my captivity.
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I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
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The bird must be an informant. I have observed him communicating with the guards on a regular basis. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
Death By Logic!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Second Verse, Same As The First . . .
Well, another update from life in Quesnel? Alright, but only since you asked so nicely . . .
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Got a job (this news is three or four weeks old, but I didn't really think it was worth rushing right home to tell you. In fact, the reason for this post is because it's Friday, I'm at work alone, and bored out of my tree). Yes, I got a job. It's at a local Loans 'til Payday place, and my co-worker / manager is nice. The days seem to drag, because many of our clients are loaning on us with CPP, Disability, Child Tax, etc . . . So apart from the couple of days a month those cheques get issued, we're pretty quiet here.
Of course, that's not to say we don't do ANYthing else, either. In addition to loans, we cash cheques, do income tax, sell phone cards, do Western Union transfers, and about a million other little things that help the minutes draaaaag by. All in all, it's not a horrible job, and my co-worker / manager is quite fun to be around, and pretty relaxed. She's only a half year older than I am, so the crustiness that can so often accompany management is thankfully lacking in her personality.
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Part time work at a loan place, and my life keeps going, whether I've got a firm grip on it or not. I wish I could just decide what direction I want my life to go in, and get on with it. I recently did an extensive series of aptitude tests at an employment centre. I was tired of just coasting through life, aimlessly drifting from one job to another. What surprised me (it actually shocked me into silence; I could only get out faint squeaks when the guy doing the tests asked if the results made sense to me) was that the test results indicated I could pretty much do anything I wanted, with the potential for a Doctorate.
Now, I'd never really considered myself to be mentally incompetent by any stretch, but this information surprised me fully. I guess it's one thing for people to tell you to "reach for the stars" and "you can do anything you want to". It's something else for an impersonal test battery to concur. So the real question becomes, now that I have a clear idea of my potential, what will I do with that?
Ironically, the test results didn't really accomplish what they were supposed to, since I took them to get a better understanding of what career I would be most comfortable in. I expected a definite answer, not an "all of the above".
*shrug* Well, back at square one I guess, but this time armed with a real belief in what I could do, if I ever showed the initiative. And from where I'm standing (still standing, one could say), that's a pretty big "IF".
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Got a job (this news is three or four weeks old, but I didn't really think it was worth rushing right home to tell you. In fact, the reason for this post is because it's Friday, I'm at work alone, and bored out of my tree). Yes, I got a job. It's at a local Loans 'til Payday place, and my co-worker / manager is nice. The days seem to drag, because many of our clients are loaning on us with CPP, Disability, Child Tax, etc . . . So apart from the couple of days a month those cheques get issued, we're pretty quiet here.
Of course, that's not to say we don't do ANYthing else, either. In addition to loans, we cash cheques, do income tax, sell phone cards, do Western Union transfers, and about a million other little things that help the minutes draaaaag by. All in all, it's not a horrible job, and my co-worker / manager is quite fun to be around, and pretty relaxed. She's only a half year older than I am, so the crustiness that can so often accompany management is thankfully lacking in her personality.
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Part time work at a loan place, and my life keeps going, whether I've got a firm grip on it or not. I wish I could just decide what direction I want my life to go in, and get on with it. I recently did an extensive series of aptitude tests at an employment centre. I was tired of just coasting through life, aimlessly drifting from one job to another. What surprised me (it actually shocked me into silence; I could only get out faint squeaks when the guy doing the tests asked if the results made sense to me) was that the test results indicated I could pretty much do anything I wanted, with the potential for a Doctorate.
Now, I'd never really considered myself to be mentally incompetent by any stretch, but this information surprised me fully. I guess it's one thing for people to tell you to "reach for the stars" and "you can do anything you want to". It's something else for an impersonal test battery to concur. So the real question becomes, now that I have a clear idea of my potential, what will I do with that?
Ironically, the test results didn't really accomplish what they were supposed to, since I took them to get a better understanding of what career I would be most comfortable in. I expected a definite answer, not an "all of the above".
*shrug* Well, back at square one I guess, but this time armed with a real belief in what I could do, if I ever showed the initiative. And from where I'm standing (still standing, one could say), that's a pretty big "IF".
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Super Excellent Mega Fun KojiroMusashi!!!
So! You think you know the madness in my mind? You think you can actually say "I know that guy" without lying? Then PROVE IT!! Take the "Super Excellent Mega Fun KojiroMusashi Test!!!", and the world will know your loyalties . . . Or will laugh and mock your foolish attempts at understanding the inner workings of yours truly.
Create your own Friend Test here Oh come on, just do it already. You know you waaaaaanna ;P
Create your own Friend Test here
Friday, February 16, 2007
Okay, here we go again
So long in coming, promised, delayed, but it's fnally here! Yes that's right, I'm finally getting round to writing here again. My "Teaser Trailer" post would have been an actual post, except I had to run out right after starting it.
So, here's a brief synopsis of the plot so far:
So, here's a brief synopsis of the plot so far:
In October of last year I moved to Quesnel, B.C. to meet up with my parents, who had moved there from Prince Rupert. My brother got married at the end of October, which meant another trip back to H.P. for me and the family.
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My bro, my nephew, and me --^
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My sister in-law and my bro - ->
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So after the merriment died down, I was back in Quesnel and the job hunt commenced. I really hate these parts of life, the limbo parts where you don't know what you're doing or where you're going . . .
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Got a job with Canadian Tire, but I'd never felt so alien as I did in the Tire & Lube, so I abandoned that and found a job with a trucking outfit that handled snow removal on the highways. That lasted two weeks, and at the end they said I needed work on my downshift (which I knew, but an hour in-cab isn't really enough time to get back into it after 2 years hiatus from trucking).
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So now you're caught up on recent events in my life: I'm looking for work (again, or still . . . depends on how you look at it I suppose), missing life in H.P. where things were reasonably simpler, still don't really know anyone in town but relatives, and time seems to be passing in slow-motion (and then I look around and wonder what's going on, as the week passed so quickly).
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I'll post more when I think of more to post. 'Til next we meet, gentle reader.
Monday, February 05, 2007
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