WELCOME TO THE JAMIE SHOW!

This is going to be my messiest piece.

I woke up yesterday morning thinking I had pink-eye yet again... but no! just my luck apparently I ripped cells off the surface of my eyes.

I am typing this in a dark room with the contrast on the monitor as loww as I could turn it and still my eyes are burning. Apparently I am suffereing from contact-lense wearer's over-use or soemthing similair. I have been to see an omphlamolegist (wtf)... and after looking forward to making some extra cash at work... have been royally fucked up the ass and am practically blind.

This is to the pople who are concerned about my well-being... i am alive and well just hiding out in dark rooms sleeping.

The only plus side is.... I actaually quit smoking... Haven't had one since Monday evening... How funny is that!

Please forgive the typos and spelling errors.

Ta Ta For Now!

So it's 3 am and I am sitting in front of my friends computer, they are in bed, and I am wide awake with cold feet and a cluttered mind.

I went home tonight to find myself locked out of my apartment, I tried calling my roommate numerous times, but he was visiting his ex-girlfriend and was probably sound asleep. Since it was too damn cold out to sleep in my car, and my other roommate was a 20 minute drive away I called my friends who graciously offered to let me sleep here.

I had a wild and wonderful weekend, one of those let's go out with a bang weekend. It was to be my last full weekend out for a quite a while, considering with my new shift, I will be working till one am every Friday and Saturday night.

Friday night I ended up going out with a few friends, having a couple of drinks to celebrate Racheal's birthday, it was an interesting evening. I actually made it home pretty early for a Friday night and chilled out with my roommates.

Saturday was an adventure, that's the best possible way to describe it, one of my fellow co-workers and good friends, Ericia, and I had planned to go out with some other people from work before our shifts changed and we could no longer all party together.

I planned taxi driver most of the day, shuffling friends off to work, picking others up, doing last minute errands. Finally by 10:30 pm we sat down and started drinking, we made it to the local bar by 11:30, shot some pool knocked back some tequila, had a few good laughs.

It seemed like minutes later the bar was closing and we were off to a house party where the excitement really began.

We made a quick stop to drop off Ericia's sister, and a quick bathroom stop, then down to the after hours festivities. Now there was the dilemma, we were not to certain of the exact address, so we were dropped at the end of the street neither of us properly attired for the elements.

We did what any normal human being who is drunk out of their mind at 2:30 am on a Sunday morning would do.................

We sought refuge!

Except it was in the back seat of a car, that belongs to................. Oh right that's where it got interesting we didn't know; we just hopped in without reason well, except for that fact that we were freezing and the doors were unlocked.

To be continued...............

Today was my one year anniversary working in this building, on this contract with these people, it went by like every single other day working here. I have been working the same shift since I start 4 pm- 1 am with Friday and Saturday nights off. It was a great shift I slept till 1-2:30 everyday except when rudely awaken by phone, door or other bothersome things. I went out on the weekends with friends/ co-workers, (which now most of my co-workers are friends).

I lived the life of "Riley" (?) as my Father would say, going when I wanted, doing what I wanted when I wanted to; a life without cares.

I start a new shift on Sunday, for the next 50-60 days till my temp position is over, I will be working 4 pm - 1 am with Sundays and Mondays off. I am scared, I don't have the same shift as all my friends, I am still stuck on four to one, but I like my new job, I only freaked out once, so far so good.

Sometimes I think working in a call centre is a strange type of hell on earth and other days, I really do like goingot work, and the really scary part is, I could keep doing this for a while.

The bonus is when I am done my temp position I get to have my beautiful 3 pm-12 am with Fridays and Saturdays off, I can't wait! It's my dream shift.

That is, if I last that long.

Last week was filled with many ups and downs.............. I even got up the courage (okay had enough to drink) to tell someone I have had a crush on for while, that I liked him, and haven't been able to look him in the eye since.

I got a final written at work, took a few days off cause I let my job get to me, got some more phone calls from the illiterate bouncer, and even tried on and purchased my first PVC item.

Things are still up in the air about my trip and I am wondering if I should for once in my life make the responsible choice.

I have a shift bid tomorrow, going to end up with terrible days off and will have till Sunday to decide whether to stick out another 60 days on a crappy shift (4pm-1am), with who knows what days off, just to keep doing a job I enjoy immensely.

I also got my yearly review back and discovered that I am better at my job than I let other people lead me to believe. I am one of those people that only needs one seed of doubt to make my garden of positivity be covered in weeds (where did that load of BS come from).

Which was amusing cause I received my review with great comments, right after receiving a comment that I actually let get to me.............. I am being rather vague but let's just say I let someone at work say something negative, and accepted it as truth.

I haven't really had much to say lately, yet on the other hand, have had too much to say and just wasn't sure if I should or even what to say.

I am learning more Cape Bretonese everyday............. did you know how versatile the word "How" is around here, I get confused every time someone asks me "how" instead of what or what.

Okay that was weird!

Here I am sitting at Jaclyn's getting ready to go out for the Much Music video dance at hermans, read previous comments, I got called a freak show........ LOL like that's a shocker. Going out with Jaclyn,Davinna, Naomi,and Cory tonight, it's been a while but should be a fun night, I even wore my rings just in case I get in a fight.

Seriously life is grand, and have a winderful weekend!

I have just finished the worst two nights of my entire career at the place I work. I had no patience, was over-stressed, and was depressed about not being able to go on my trip. I have drifted apart from two of my very good friends.

Though exciting news, one of my favorite (*wink wink nudge nudge*) people may be coming to Europe with me, and she has friends over there who we might be able to stay with. I could cry! I might actually be able to go.

Tomorrow night is the "Tony coming home from Ontario" party and I think it may be a blast and a half, I can't wait. Though unfortunately I have to work on Saturday.

Have a good weekend!

This one ain't so pretty.

This may very well be the nastiest, dirtiest, most obscene post that I will ever write.

On a side note, I want to be angry with you and your fucking logic Ness, but it all makes too much sense and I love you regardless.


I thought it would be a cold, dark, fucking day in hell before I said this, but in accordance with living life by my own fucking supreme rule:

"Regret Nothing"

I will not be going to England in April as planned unless I or one of my near and dear friends happens to win the lottery in the meantime. Unfortunately, my cousin Vanessa sent me the email I have been waiting a few weeks to receive she will not be going to England with me.

Therefore I can no longer fucking afford to go, I just cannot go alone, with the recent purchase of a new car, and the Christmas spending, plus I had lent out some money, and had made quite a few trips this summer that I had paid for using my credit cards, stupid fucking things!

Needless to say I will probably be in a rather foul fucking mood for the next few days, so steer clear. I know it seems stupid but I was really looking forward to going, but logically it is just going to put me in debt, and I was depending on my friends to pay me back the money to go, which is not a reality.


Fuck I hate logic and money, I love going and doing, just not giving a flying fuck about anything! I guess this is what happens when the little girl has to grow up and take fucken responsibilities.

The great thing is, my parents are getting a hell of a nice mother's/father's/birth day present from their daughter this year. I mean what else am I supposed to do with 2, 700$ plane tickets to Europe........ and if they decided not to go, I may just have to sign up to be an E-bay seller and see if I can't make a few shitty bucks off them. Unless any of my dear sweet readers happen to be handsome (loaded) men who want to treat a girl to a three week stay in jolly ole England/Europe, I pay for the plane tickets you an buy the food, hotels, transportation, drinks, etc.

In all seriousness though, I have been fretting about money for the last few fucken weeks, and my intelligent cousin was saying she was low on funds. I was going to try to gather enough fucken money together for both of us to go and just let her pay me back when we returned, like I had done with the ticket (her idea to go, so I paid, I really should write "SUCKER" on my forehead).

We would have had a blast, even if we did end up sleeping on the sidewalks of London, and hitchhiking to Paris (cause I wanted desperately to go to the Louvre and listen to "France French in a petite cafe). I can feel the tears burning my cheeks as I think about all the boys I will not get to meet in Scotland, and the pubs I won't get to share drinks in Ireland, and how I will have to wait to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and Stonehenge. Oh Ness it would have been a terrifying and thrilling experience, I had planned on dragging you to a rave, and we could have seen live bands in little pubs in the English countryside.

~MOTHER FUCKER~

God Dammit money really is the root of all evil! Does anyone think this bitch could go to Europe for three weeks alone with about 2 grand in my pocket, and a fucking smile on my face?

Well the light hearted fun posts have gone out the window tonight, I am having a change of temperament, I don't know anymore who I am and what I have become. This is not some cheesy post about New Years resolutions, cause I suck ass at keeping them! This is the nit and grit about me and just blowing off some steam.

Why do we let people run our country who say their isn't enough money for schools, and cut backs are needed, and tar ponds can't be cleaned up.

YET!

They give their cabinet ministers a 30 thousand dollar a year raise ,when they already make one hundred and seventeen THOUSAND dollars a year already). A grand total of 147,000$ a year (their raise was more money than I make in a year).

Why do we let nutbars who rule other countries destroy innocent people in an attempt to capture "evil men" and look for "weapons of mass destruction".

THEN!

When it turns out there were none, we say nothing!

BUT!

At least we were smart enough not to get involved in the bloody war in the first place!

Why when we have mad cow in our country, it the worst thing to ever happen and we must be banned from exporting anything.

YET!

When the little neighbour to the south has the same problem, not to much is said.

AND!

They manage to try and throw the blame back at us!

I hate the state of the world today, I am one of those ridiculous people who thinks that by turning the tap off while brushing her teeth, and sorting her recyclables, and buying a fuel efficient car, doing volunteer work........... she is somehow making some kind of fucking difference.

Why is my existence so meaningless?

Ah maybe all I need is a good lay!

*WHEW* New Years Eve was one of the busiest nights I have had in a long time. I started out at my parents place in the Bridge, then went over to my Aunt and Uncle's, because my cousin Jordan, had just arrived with his beautiful fiancé, from Ontario. Jordan's friends, Paul and Kevin were also there, and we all hopped into my car and headed off to Glace Bay, to Georgina's par-tay extraordinaire!

I left them at Georgina's and rushed over to Tanya's to move a few last minute things (which ended up taking an hour), then back over to Georgina's so I could start drinking, I gulped down 4 rum and cola as quickly as possible. We did the countdown, and I, being the only single girl, kissed all three of the single men!

I went to Sydney with the "gang" (nine of us in a station wagon cab) we all went to Bunkers (tried to charge us 15 dollars each to get in, I said I had to pee and got in for free hehehe). That sucked ass, so I went over to Hermans, had a blast, got hit on by bouncer, made the mistake of giving him my number without first subjecting him to an IQ test (never again).

I got to make out with a cute boy, who I had kissed at midnight, and told one of my friends he was my "ace-in-the-hole (funny conversation). All in all an interesting New Year and will explain more in later post.