rakkauden ja epätoivon laulu

We're driving out to Vancouver in the morning and yet I'm still awake and can't seem to sleep. I've tried everything that normally gets me to sleep like putting on my favorite music, turning it off, stretching, reading, a trip to the bathroom... it's not working. And then there's that burning feeling in my gut from the oops-too-hot chili peppers I ate yesterday...

Or perhaps it's a deep foreboding feeling that I need to get my voice back into tiptop singing shape in about a week once I get back to school for that band audition... after not singing at full voice for more than two months... was trying to sing along to a few Within Temptation songs (including a few highly challengingly high-pitched ones and some not-so-much) and had a lot of trouble (partly because I wasn't singing at full voice)... granted, I'm auditioning with Nightwish songs and those don't go nearly as high... (In my email to the band I said that I'd sing "Jillian" by WT if I felt daring... I heard it again today and I'm thinkin': I TOTALLY forgot how high the entire song is. "Daring" was definitely the right word.)

*shrug*

In any case it's too soon to get excited about anything... but it's almost like I can't help it. I stand a chance with these people; it's the right genre. I don't want to blow it.

I'm concerned also about all the dust I probably inhaled during my six weeks at work and how long it'll take for that to clear out from my lungs, because I've noticed much more coughing and irritation in my throat since then.

But something is keeping me from sleeping and I don't know what.

My dad said it's up to me to decide when my last day of work should be, given that we're going to Vancouver on Aug. 22 and I'll need time to pack for the trip as well as pare down all the crap I'm taking back up to my dorm immediately after.

Now I'm stuck here trying to consider when my last day should be.

I've found myself in tears before my shift last night and right now; though last night was relatively much more peaceful, the verbal abuse I've been put through by some of my coworkers in the last few weeks haven't so much stressed me out but have made me feel threatened and small and put on the defensive.

At first I thought it wouldn't hurt me so much, that I should learn to put it behind me and try to find a way to befriend these people and laugh along, but I find their hurtful words still haunting me, mocking me in the back of my head. And it makes me scared.

I wanted to talk to my manager yesterday about it but she wasn't at work. I hope she's back today...

I also so desperately want my diurnal life back - so that I can go shopping, watch a movie, do some painting - all the things I thought I'd have time to do while at school but never did and now have no time to do even on summer holiday.

I could quit this week at the end of the pay period, or I could quit on Aug. 16, the last work day before the week I go on my trip, or somewhere in between.

But I have to make a choice. And somewhere along the way I hope that there will be relief, eventually.

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head
Disappears
The noise that you hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

(on the piano... but most definitely not)

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Morning update: I caught up with my manager and she'll have a word with the two people in question tonight.

As for when to quit, I think this week may be too early... and end of next pay period would be the aforementioned 16 Aug. I'm leaning towards leaving work at the end of next week; that way I'll still have a week to myself to get packing as well as get personal stuff done. I dunno. What do y'all think?

Cow-orker (the young'un): "You walk home, right?"
Me: "Yah"
Cow-orker: "Do you want a ride?"
Me: "No thanks, I like my... uh ... daily stroll."

Sorry, I still don't trust you ;)
(not to mention it's only a 7-minute walk anyway)



Sheesh, everyone was so grumpy today, despite my managers ordering pizza and popsicles for everyone. The tilers got frustrated at the shoddy old tile work and ditched us (again); someone bumped the piping on the new freezer in the warehouse and it started leaking; the rack layout on the blueprints was impossible to execute in practice, and everyone was just getting fed up with everyone else in general.

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[11:59:37 PM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: *sigh*
[11:59:45 PM] Mekkanik: s'up?
[11:59:56 PM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: even the coworkers
              i thought i'd be able to get along with i find too bitchy and whine 
              about everything
[12:00:24 AM] Mekkanik: ugh.
[12:00:31 AM] Mekkanik: you get them everywhere
[12:00:50 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: and none of them
              i really want to 'bond' with and know better
[12:01:09 AM] Mekkanik: that hurts...
[12:01:35 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: it's funny the odd
              stuff they bitch about
[12:01:47 AM] Mekkanik: heh.
[12:01:59 AM] Mekkanik: humans are rarely a content lot.
[12:02:06 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: we remove shelves
              from places and we sorta stack them elsewhere in a fashion that 
              we hope will make them easy to retrieve and put them back in the 
              right places, right
[12:02:21 AM] Mekkanik: yeah..
[12:02:21 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: now, when someone 
              moves those around and messes up their order while we're out 
              and we come back to them
[12:02:38 AM] Mekkanik: ugh
[12:02:45 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i'm the only one
              who actually *knows* what my set of shelves look like and
              where everything actually goes on them
[12:02:56 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: everyone else is
              freaking out because the shelves weren't where they left
              them
[12:03:11 AM] Mekkanik: yoicks
[12:03:14 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i just pick out
              what they look like by recognizing the price labels for
              the products that were on them
[12:03:27 AM] Mekkanik: sounds like a regular circus to me
[12:03:37 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: like, why didn't
              they even think of capturing a mental image of what the 
              labels looked like?
[12:03:54 AM] Mekkanik: or failing that, use a clipboard maybe...
[12:03:55 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: so i'm done finding 
              and putting my shelves back in in moments
[12:04:41 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: and when they're
              done putting shelves in they start to put the stuff back
              on them and none of them blinks an eye and notices that a
              couple of them they got in reverse positions because of
              the pattern of the products on them
[12:05:13 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: and no one 
              acknowledged me when i said that 'after you're done with that
              i'll fix those for you' (which i did)
[12:05:48 AM] Mekkanik: urgh...
[12:06:24 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: and one of them
              just keeps whining about 'not doing anything twice'
[12:06:44 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: WELL HELLO PEOPLE
              MAKE MISTAKES SOMETIMES and it's YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY
              TO FIX IT IF YOU MAKE ONE
[12:07:07 AM] Mekkanik: yeah...
[12:07:17 AM] Mekkanik: that's perfectly true...
[12:07:34 AM] Mekkanik: if you dont wanna do it twice, dont make a mistake
              in the first place
[12:07:47 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: so she's always
              trying to make sure she has all the directions right before
              she does anything but yet doesn't listen to any conflicting
              but possibly better opinions
[12:08:06 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: just comes up with
              her own way of doing it and then does it, then it's not
              the most efficient, and she won't change it
[12:08:19 AM] Mekkanik: ah well...
[12:08:23 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: >_<
[12:08:26 AM] Mekkanik: want a piece of advise?
[12:08:30 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: *sigh*
[12:08:38 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i guess i just see
              patterns where other people might miss them
[12:08:39 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: :(
[12:08:45 AM] Mekkanik: tell em once, twice. if they dont see your point,
              then leave it.
[12:08:52 AM] Mekkanik: no sense flogging a dead horse.
[12:08:57 AM] Mekkanik: aint it?
[12:09:29 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i don't like having
              to make the day managers mad at stuff *we* did wrong
              when we could have done it right
[12:09:55 AM] Mekkanik: mmm...
[12:10:43 AM] Mekkanik: is there anything to say who worked on which lot?
[12:11:05 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: nope
[12:11:11 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: it's not a warehouse
              job
[12:11:16 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: we don't have to
              initial anything
[12:11:18 AM] Mekkanik: oh...
[12:11:51 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i only have two
              modes of operation: uber-sloppy or extra-meticulous
[12:11:53 AM] Mekkanik: wass your manager say to this?
[12:11:58 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: nothing
[12:12:05 AM] Mekkanik: sounds like me.
[12:12:08 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: she doesn't watch
              our every move or anything anyway
[12:12:19 AM] Mekkanik: mostly they dont...
[12:12:27 AM] Mekkanik: but this is what you could do...
[12:12:27 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: of course :P
[12:12:57 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: it's not that i'm
              trying to show off and be all cocky and think i'm right
              all the time or anything
[12:12:58 AM] Mekkanik: bring it to her notice as well.. saying it doen't
              look good on your team for someone to be sloppy
[12:13:29 AM] Mekkanik: and then simply let it slide.
[12:14:01 AM] Mekkanik: s'not worth getting an ulcer over... ;)
[12:14:03 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: they're not really
              sloppy per se, they're just okay with a half-assed job
              (that is, not leaving the place *exactly* as it was
              before we showed up on the scene)
[12:14:06 AM] Mekkanik: dig?
[12:14:57 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: so yeah i'm not
              trying to be cocky, but i have ideas for efficient ways
              to do things and no one's hearing them and all just wanna
              do it the old tried and true way (which, as i've already
              told you, isn't always... true, i guess)
[12:15:03 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: (or reliable)
[12:15:12 AM] Mekkanik: could be...
[12:15:28 AM] Mekkanik: s'hard to make your voice heard when you are
              new on teh job...
[12:15:33 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i don't wanna 
              play my 'engineer' card but this is what engineering *should*
              come down to - it's what engineering is about
[12:15:38 AM] Mekkanik: and in a non managerial kinda position.
[12:15:53 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: just stubborn people, mostly
[12:15:56 AM] Mekkanik: 'sides, this is not gonna be your career right?
[12:15:59 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: my manager's quite nice
[12:16:20 AM] Mekkanik: that's good in a way
[12:16:40 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i don't really
              feel like a member of the group, i guess
[12:17:05 AM] Mekkanik: loosen up a bit... :) I know it gets on your
              nerves...
[12:17:19 AM] Mekkanik: but given that...
[12:17:27 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i find myself 
              wandering around trying to find something i can do alone
[12:17:28 AM] Mekkanik: a) you aint gonna be here the rest of your life...
[12:17:55 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: i guess you can
              say i don't feel like a *valuable* member of the group
              and that bugs me
[12:18:08 AM] Mekkanik: mmmm
[12:18:21 AM] Mekkanik: you dont have to fit in everywhere...
[12:18:30 AM] Mekkanik: stop pushing yourself that hard... and be what
              you are.
[12:18:32 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: well i don't fit
              in anywhere :(
[12:18:48 AM] Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Je maintiendrai: and where i think
              i belong people don't want me

The young'un was finally issued his boxcutter today so for the first half-hour or so he was oh-so-entertained with the novelty of having the thing. It's a safety boxcutter so basically the razor is spring-loaded and only pops out when you squeeze the trigger-thingummy on the handle. He whines about the blade only coming out a centimetre, and, like, how he can't stab anyone with it. (Well yeah, duh, it's a boxcutter, not a friggin' utility knife...)

Now, one of our tasks is to replace the kickplates on the wall shelving (that's basically the vertical panel that covers the area between the bottom shelf and the floor, and gives the base of the shelves structural integrity). To remove the old ones, I kneel down and gently lift both sides at once, and it slides smoothly out of its groove. He prefers to kick it so it bends in the middle and dislodges it from the grooves, *then* slides it out. He says my style of removing shelves (full of inventory) is ladylike and that removing kickplates doesn't need to be so. I felt like slapping him... but that's too ladylike :P

Somehow a discussion later between me and him about something leads to me lecturing him on the point of going to university ("you can party and have fun all you want but always in the back of your head there's got to be this feeling that you're there because you're going to learn and get that degree so you can get that nice cushy job so you can buy the nice car you want") and trying to explain how a GPA works (possibly the most important piece of math one absolutely needs to know in university). He then somehow goes off on how the Internet is a place where one can let loose and be barbaric and debate about stuff as much as one wants because no one will ever win or lose (IMO, there wouldn't be "barbarism" if there wasn't a standard of people who live their online lives with dignity).

I think he seriously underestimates me and tattoo lady because she and I are young women. Tattoo lady may be a punk lady, but she's not your typical punk. She knows exactly what she's doing and does a really good job of it. She's strong too, to boot. And she has the same Gerber knife as me. And we both bring it to work :P But she can pick her teeth with it and I'm not brave enough to do that ;)

Oh, yeah, just because you're working in the lingerie section doesn't give you licence to make sexist jokes. Yeah.

Out of our little band of renovation helpers, the four ladies (my supervisor, me, tattoo lady, Lynn) and Alex and the African guy are the only people who actually come to work motivated to do work. The other five young guys (including the young'un) are the laziest guys on the planet. Well, four of them, anyway. It seems like they've sucked the Asian one (he doesn't smoke, I don't think) in to slacking and spending his breaks in the smoking room with the other four. We have all the nylon straps set up to pull one set of racks, and until "three" of the count to three to pull, they'll be just kinda standing around chatting to each other. Every time. And they *so* aren't really pulling at all. These racks weigh several hundreds of pounds and they dig into the floor. We try not to but often fail at not scratching the new flooring. I may not be *nearly* as strong as they are but I try, and the friction from the straps burn my palms and my hands feel a little like jellyfish right now. And they play with the straps and the tools instead of getting them set up to move the next rack.

(Insert 'pulling my weight' pun here)

And if they can avoid actually having to put things back on shelves, they'll avoid it.

My supervisor has definitely snapped at them a couple of times tonight. She confessed to me that she really didn't know what to do with them. For some reason, it's so rare these days to find someone my age (or a little older) who actually comes to this kind of work actually eager to do work.

For goodness' sake, you signed up for a manual labour job, EXPECT to be doing manual labour! They hired you because they need your muscles, not your talk!


I got overtime today because I friggin' deserve it (worked from 2200 to 0718 or so - definitely more than 8 hours in there).

Last night I told people that I wanted to go back to opening boxes, for that young'un was ticking me off. I can't stand being around him. My gut tells me these things.

Without asking, I got sent to toys. I do some computer tutorials first though. Once in a while I have to fit these in so that I complete the entire computer course eventually. I did the tutorial on sexual harassment. I was reminded of Creeper, who was at work, but was thankfully assigned to a wholly different part of the store.

Toys is still overwhelming. The amount of water toys has trickled down, but the amount of product intended for the Christmas toy rush is insane. About 80% of it is this stuff. We're not supposed to put it out yet simply because there's no room for it.

I had been feeling somewhat unwell to my stomach even when I started the shift, and by meal-time (3AM) it was so unbearable I asked my supervisor to let me go home. It wasn't that I had lost my appetite or anything (I could still eat), but my tummy felt like it was burning. A co-worker asked if a little affliction was worth giving up the $2 (or something) attendance bonus for, but if there was hardly anything I could do in the toy section, and I'm not doing this for the money, then I would rather get some rest.

When I got home I took some antacid, but it didn't seem to help that much. When I woke up after about 10 hours of sleep I felt a little better...

Unfortunately I think it's back now; I'm not sure what affliction it is, but I will try to endure - maybe if I wish for renovation work tonight I'll be busy enough sweating to ignore the burny-tummyness.

I thought I wouldn't have to open boxes today; the renovations supervisor originally assigned me to help clean the floors *under* some shelves in the store. It's probably not actually 10 years worth of dust but at least 7. Mmmm, papers caked onto the floor under gunk. After sneezing through a lot of dust and some chemical cleaner, I joked about running home to grab my bandanna at break. I'm just really not a fan of industrial-ish stuff. Like face masks and gloves.

Anyway, along with the two other new guys, it didn't seem like they really needed my help, and the stocking manager seems to have this thing with giving me 'less strenuous' work or something, so she dumped me in Toys once again.

I'm really starting to hate Toys. Because there was another friggin' pallet's worth of summer toys, along with two pallet's worth of new products I wasn't supposed to open, and then a couple pallets of other stuff. These were originally all mixed up. I sorted these into separate pallets by the categories above, so that the next time these pallets come out, it's not so annoying.

I have a rant about the recent ubiquitousness of cheap musical instruments and other rock star-ish toys and stuff, but I don't really want to get into it. Let's just say that in my younger days, if you wanted to learn an instrument, you either got yourself the real thing and learned to play it or you kept it in your head and played pretend. But not something halfway in between.

Before work I pulled my hunting knife out of storage in my closet and fiddled around with it. Mmm... pointy.

No new shipments came in today, so we were just working with overfreight. Tons of it. I didn't notice any skids near Toys on my way in, but I do recall putting together a couple of skids of overstock at some point.

"How are you liking Toys?"

I made a 'so-so' sort of gesture. "I'd like to try something new."

That's how I got to work in Household Chemicals today. The boxes of stuff are much heavier and difficult to flatten afterward, and it kinda smells funky in there, but it was sort of nice because one doesn't get the random urges to buy one of almost everything. A couple of times I was called over to where renovations were going on to help push some modular rooms out of the way of new flooring and then back onto it after.

But the unspoken reason is that I wanted to be working *with* someone instead of alone so I wouldn't get... er... creeped. After all, I can't exactly bring my knife to work and sure didn't want to stab anyone... and it's darn hard to make a dent in someone with a box cutter (and even harder when the target is a big strong guy who very clearly regularly works out at the gym).

Creeper did attempt to make a couple of verbal passes at me near the end of the shift, but I mostly grunted and ignored him, so yeah.

I give almost everyone *one* chance. Beyond that, there's gonna be trouble headed towards 'em.

We played horseshoes at work for random prizes like cowboy hats and bandannas. There was ensuing funniness about baked beans, and the lunchroom got as loud as it has ever gotten so far in my time working there. Usually it's pretty quiet even during break because the work is so solitary.

At last the friggin' stock of water toys is done. We actually got all of the five skids of toys done - it's better than being frustrated over trying to do seven in a night.

The toy section sometimes seriously gets a case of "who the hell ordered $LargeNumber cases of friggin' $Toy?" Examples of $Toy include Bionicle figurines, Bratz dolls, cheap and ugly water guns that totally no one would buy, and (not strictly speaking a toy) electric fly swatters in the garden centre.

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Tuuli Mustasydän: i think i'm getting an interview for the radio station job, they called today while i was sleeping
Forgottenlord: ooo
Tuuli Mustasydän: it'll pay a lot less and it's less hours...but at least it's during the day
Forgottenlord: lol
Tuuli Mustasydän: and it's office work :P
Tuuli Mustasydän: around chinese people
Forgottenlord: the night owl can't take the graveyard shift?
Tuuli Mustasydän: it messes with my normal life, like i want to be with my family and go for lunch with them or go shopping or go out for dinner (can't do that right now since i'm napping before work)
Tuuli Mustasydän: messes with one's sense of time
Tuuli Mustasydän: at school one can do that for a few days...there's still the structure of going to school during the day that keeps the sense of time alive
Tuuli Mustasydän: but long term it's gah
Tuuli Mustasydän: and my feet are dying on me
Forgottenlord: ah
Tuuli Mustasydän: i mean, i get off work and everyone's saying "see you tonight!"
Tuuli Mustasydän: and i eat breakfast then go to bed when i get home and when i wake up i think breakfast was yesterday

me: :/
mdejong: why the :/ face?
me: because i'm so confused
mdejong: why is that?
me: no one's showing me any procedures or anything
i have no idea what the lingo means
and everyone there is an immigrant and speaks crappy english
mdejong: you have to make it up as you go? wow...
me: i'm just there watching, putting stuff on shelves
mdejong: that can indeed be very confusing
me: but i know nothing about, say, paging people on the intercom or what abbreviations mean or what the expectations are for where overstock goes or anything

At least I have my schedule now. I don't have to go in on Friday and Saturday nights (basically that I have Saturday and Sunday off), since I'm supposedly on some "reno" crew. "Reno" for what, I have no idea, but I'll find out on Sunday night, I guess.

Silly people wanting me to transfer boxes to carts after spending 20 minutes stacking them carefully on a skid >_< ... didn't get off work until 7:45 or so. I want overtime pay! ^_^

Sheila - the orientation person - seems to do rather the slapdash job. Yesterday we just kinda randomly hacked through the orientation package. Today was pretty random too, but in a different way.

I showed up at 2PM for some "interactive" flash tutorials on the computer. The people from my orientation group who came in at 10AM weren't done yet, so me and my group waited for a little bit before we could take our turns on the computers.

The tutorials were pretty silly, there's no option to skip the narration so I had to sit there and wait for the stupid voice to finish reading the stuff on the screen before I can move on to the next page and all that. Although the information was fairly straight-forward, sometimes the questions at the end wasn't stuff covered in the tutorials. Despite this and some badly-worded questions, it wasn't difficult to get 80% on each module, needed to progress to the next one. At least the quizzes and test questions weren't impossible ones like the 'describe the robber' one at Timmy's. I felt a slight bit of pity for the lady a couple of chairs down who had a lot of trouble understanding English. And I mean a lot.

We had planned to be there until 6PM, but I had everything done by around 4:45. At around 3:00, a bunch of manager-type peoples exploded into the room (which also serves as the boardroom) and a meeting sort of happened behind us. At one point, the name the of the guy next to me was brought up and he put on an inquisitive face. The guy next to me was also done shortly after me. We asked Sheila what we were to do next, but I think she didn't realize we were actually finished all of the tutorials required before hands-on training and waved the two of us to take our breaks, which we did.

Let's also take a break here and talk about this guy next to me, Wyatt. He was wearing a Rush "Snakes and Arrows" t-shirt. He looked like the kind of guy who played in a band. I started to talk about the poetry I was writing in my notebook. Intuition confirmed. He just finished high school (from the same high school as me, so I've never met him since I have 3 years on him). He's one of those power-metal guys of the fantasy type (*vomit*), and has friends who play bad NW covers (a.k.a. NW-sans-keyboards = for the lose [on the other hand, NW-sans-keyboards-but-with-arrangement = for the win.]). I asked him if he knew anyone...[you know the rest of this question], he said he didn't, but he knew of people looking for keyboardists. But of course, he continued, you'd need to first spend the several hundred bux on a decent keyboard.

I'd rather spend my hard-earned money on singing lessons, I think.

After our break we went back to the training room. We still had no idea what were to do next. Sheila walked by and made sure we had swiped our timecards after our break. Then she disappeared.

Wyatt and I continued to talk about random things like university orientation and more music stuff. I gave him my email address (I hope he can read it). Yes, I earned $11.50 an hour doing absolutely nothing!

6PM rolled around. Sheila walked by and told us to swipe our timecards again. Then she disappeared. Really.

Yesterday she had mentioned something about "getting everyone's computer training done on Thursday and Friday", but now we were done and we had no further instructions. As in, we don't even officially know when we're supposed to start actual work. Sheila had off-handedly mentioned Sunday night and 11PM yesterday to the overnight peoples, but it was by no means emphasized.

Wyatt does the day-time equivalent of my job - stocking stuff and "cartpushing" - and so Sheila didn't even mention his start date yesterday. He and I had the guy in the personnel office page her, but someone downstairs called back up and said that she'd probably gotten off work. Ohhhhhhkay. So she's gone. Great. We gave the guy our names and he said he'd talk to Sheila in the morning and call us about... uh... when we're supposed to work.

It's likely that after this training stuff - heck, after today - I'll probably never see Wyatt again, since he'll be going to U. Western Ontario to pursue his Sociology degree... and his hard rock band.

*sigh.*