Six Weeks and Counting...

I'm sitting in the drafty Business Atrium on campus right now...wasting time until my next class starts. It really sucks, because I have a class from 9am-10:20am, then I have NOTHING until 1pm!! Unfortunately, that is the only way that my timetable would work out. I only have six weeks until I'm DONE!! I can't wait. However, until then, I'm stuck spending copious quantities of time here on campus. I'm taking Women and World Religion, and C Lit of Popular Fiction...should be pretty easy. I had my C Lit class this morning. There are 11 people in the class! The prof seems cool enough, though a little flaky, but the class itself shouldn't be too bad. The great thing is that, the class is supposed to go until 10:10am, but instead, she tacked an extra ten minutes on the end of each class Monday to Thursday, so that we have NO CLASS on Fridays!! I think that's pretty sweet!
Ugh. I start closing shifts at the cup tonight. 4-11:30. Brutal. I hope the person I close with isn't a cow, or stupid, or anything. I'm a little nervous because they do things quite differently at this cup, and it's taking some getting used to...for instance, only one person actually works til 11:30. The other person is off at 11pm. I don't really know how that works, so tonight will be a learning experience. Luckily, the girl I'm working with closes all the time, so she will hopefully explain how things are done...anyways...I should get my reading done now so that I don't have to do it after work tonight. Only six weeks...

How Would One Describe HIM?

I have been excessively frustruated in attempting to describe the ineptitude of the manager of my former Cup...and I think I have finally found some adequate descriptives:
*sets low standards and constantly fails to meet them
*works well under constant supervision and when cornered like a rat in a trap...wait, no, not even then...
*he has reached rock bottom..and is beginning to dig...
*has delusions of adequacy
*he would be out of his depth in a parking lot puddle
*his employees would follow him anywhere...but only out of morbid curiousity
*not so much of a "hasbeen" as a "neverwillbe"
*i would enjoy going hunting with him...heheh...
*he would argue with a street sign
*he brings great joy whenever he leaves a room..
*donated his brain to science before he was finished using it..
*the gates are down, the lights are flashing...but there's no train coming...
*if he were any dumber he would have to be watered twice a week
Harsh, I know, but honestly, at this point it is warranted. The store has been run into the ground, and now there is a combination of digging and grinding taking place. I feel bad for everyone still working there...and it makes me really sad, because I used to love that store...crazy how time and people change things...

Haweli, Bubble Tea, Reunion, and Last Days...

Last night I went to Haweli for Indian food with Viv, Gretchen, Heidi, Steph, and Erika...SO FUN!!! I love you girls!!! Lots has changed since we last got together, and I would just like to say, Heidi, that I am SO proud of you !! And Viv, I'm SO excited for you!! And Gretchen, DON'T be a stranger!!! And Erika, I love you even though you are crossing over to the Dark Side...Steph, please don't burn out!! We then went to bubble tea, where Arden and Russ joined us...which was so much fun as always...Today was my last shift at Second Cup. *sniff* Scary, exciting and sad...my last official day is April 20th, but I have the next two weeks booked off for finals...my last finals of my last real semester of my BA!! Man...times, they are achangin'...Russ and I are going apartment hunting on Tuesday, which I'm really excited about because this apartment is not an apartment, but rather, a hovel. A hovel that gets crappier by the day. But on the bright side, we are going to go car shopping in Calgary when we go to Olds for Easter! We hope to soon have a beater that will give us freedom from the hell that is ETS...and it shall be called Walmo...because any car that you can get within our price range is doomed to be a Walmo...we can't all have a Francis, after all. Graduation also brings us one step closer to...well, the good life. Here, here, to the good life on the horizon...

Oh. If anyone knows of a job that doesn't involve dealing with coffee, let me know!!

Sayanora Suckers!!

I'M LEAVING THE CUP!!!!! (Of course, I'm starting at another Cup, but it isn't owned by Keith and Jane, and it isn't run by their doofus son, and I'm getting paid better, and I'm bringing people with me!!) Yup. I am so outta there. I can't wait!! It's definitely time for me to go...though I get to miss out on actually working in the store after renos, but there is no freaking way I'm staying there for another month and a half. Chad would turn up dead long before then...But I'll miss working with everyone, so you all have to promise we will still get together a lot!!!!!!!!

School Sucks, Dude.

I had a discouraging day...I got two papers back, and got two relatively mediochre marks. I didn't come close to failing, but I got a B+ and B- for what I thought to be an A and a B, respectively. I hate getting generic marks with nothing but arbitrary or vague comments on them. The problem is that the marks bother me, but I know I put no effort into preparing and writing them, and for one, I hadn't even read the book. Plus, these will be the last two English classes that I will theoretically have to take, EVER. That, and considering my lack of effort, I got off easy! I just really want to be done, and I really don't want to put in effort of any kind. On top of that, I've been feeling stressed and anxious lately, and I'm not sure why. Part of it is my deep-seated hatred for all things pretaining to second cup. Another part is that I really hate school right now. Blargh. Things suck right now, especially now that the whole boning and favoritism crap is going on at the Cup too. I just want to be done--school, work, this apartment, the drama. Mentally, I'm already done, and that is a dangerous state of mind to be in. So, as a warning to you all, especially the cuppies, if you have to work with me, you may need to be a mediater between me, and Chad, and customers, unless you would love to witness a figurative or literal bloodbath. Scary, huh?

Fed Up.

I almost quit and walked out today. Almost the last straw. I have got to get out of this job before I snap. I really am fed up with this crap...They need to learn that they can't get away with treating employees like this...anyone know anyone hiring part-time people in the Oliver Square area??

Guess What.

So...guess who came into the Cup this morning. Lorne Cardinal! He plays Davis on Corner Gas!! It was so cool. Yup. I'm a dork, and I didn't think to get his autograph. But he got a single shot red eye...

Look at these clowns! Arden, Erika, Stephy, Alissa and Marian after a ridiculously hilarious evening of expensive chinese food...

I Hate It. I Hate My Job. I Hate It.

I do. I really really hate my job. I don't want to do it anymore. I've reached the point when enough is enough. I'm getting screwed in terms of pay, as in, the brand-new people are getting paid 50 cents less than I am. I hate the customers. I hate the stupid broken store. I love the people I work with...but that's not enough anymore...
There's only one problem with quitting though, and that is that I am still in school, and I need the flexibility that the store offers, especially since I have weird availability...and I need almost all of December off. Plus, this is the worst time to look for a new job because anyone who is hiring is only hiring for Christmas...so yeah...I guess I have to stick it out for a while longer...but OH MAN! Do I ever HATE my job!!!

Mopey McGee...

Cass is feeling a bit melancholy today...notice the mopey blue text? Yup...So school starts on Wednesday. Whoo. Not really excited, but it will be nice to not be working 24/7...however, horror of horrors, Cass will no longer be opening on week days anymore :( I really don't mind closing, but I have told some of the regulars, and they were already having anxiety attacks. Anyone who has worked in the morning at the Cup can understand...the morning people FEAR change. SERIOUSLY! And since I have been opening for the last decade or so, (Cass isn't at ALL prone to exaGGErATION...) me closing will throw off the delicate homeostasis of Cup mornings. Plus, Cindy gets stuck working with the new kids on the block...who aren't all bad...except for that one chick, and I'm pretty sure you all know who I'm referring to...(hint: not Corntree...) But yes. Mope.

Stupid Cupper Clique!

So...I have come to the devistating realization that I am out of the Second Cup clique...and it makes me kind of sad...in more ways than one. I used to always do things with everyone...but now...I never hear about anything until after the fact...this makes me sad, because a) I consider my co-workers my friends, and b) because my co-workers are my supposed friends...
I know...i'm being a loser, but still, I do still enjoy going for bubble tea, or going for wings, or going for dinner, or whatever, but it seems that I have been shunned. Hm. Perhaps I am just being more paranoid than usual, as has been the case recently...
That's fine though. Y'all all are jerks anyways...besides on Friday, I get to work with Steph and Rebecca! Yay! Then it's back to stupid Courtney all weekend...but then, on sunday, DAVID USHER! AND HE BETTER NOT BE SICK THIS TIME!!
Anyways, enough self-pity...I have to go get photos developed for the scrapbook that I am putting together for my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. Don't get reprints at London Drugs! They charge 59 cents a reprint, and Save-On-Foods only charges 27 cents!

Um... Alanis Morrissette is WHAT?!!!

Have you ever met someone who's very existence irritates you to your very CORE, who is so abrasive that you seriously consider lighting them on FIRE just to find repose???? Well, I worked with that person today. Let me tell you, to say that it was no picnic would be like saying that Mount Everest is high.
I have never heard so much inane, vapid chatter in my entire LIFE!!! Just shut UP! And the crap that came spewing out of her mouth...SERIOUSLY!!!
Apparently, the Cup is not haunted by a ghost, as we have believed. APPARENTLY, it is haunted by...drumroll please...Jesus. Yes. That's right. Jesus is haunting Second Cup, because, apparently, He doesn't have anything better to do. And-GET THIS-it is all because of the Communist cookies! Because the raspberry stars apparently have a political affiliation. She then proceeds to tell me that she doesn't like Alanis because she thinks that she is God. Why, you may ask, does Alanis think she is God? Because she played God in Dogma. Playing a role in a movie now apparently makes you into that role! Its so sad though, because by the end of the shift, I was openly insulting her, and she DIDN'T GET IT!! She called a customer a GRUMPIPUSS !!!!! She told another couple, who was sitting on a couch, talking and holding hands, to GET A ROOM!!! They weren't regulars, she just randomly does things like that!!!
I guess you learn something from each experience in life...today I learned restraint...BAH.

Hier wird Deutsch vorlesen...schlecht.

If anyone tells you that taking 6 credits of reading German in 6 weeks is a good idea, RUN AWAY SCREAMING!!!!!! So German is not an easy language to read and translate. First of all, it has bloody genders, like French...who cares if the sun is masculine, or if the chair is feminine?? Really! It also has a case system. Four cases. ARGH! German is hard! Yup...and I have a midterm on Monday. A two and a half hour long MIDTERM. Yup. Maybe I should buy the german Glamour to practice....heh. I can't wait be done,to be able to return to opening shifts...although, i forgot that closing isn't bad, because its much more lax than a morning shift...maybe I'll just close once in a while.

I worked with Emily last night, and after close, we decided to put in some good music. So Emily, being the cool chick she is, pulls out her CD wallet and puts in Nightwish, which can be described as operatic metal...and man, oh man, they rock!! I totally got hooked! Which isn't that surprising, because I'm a serious music junkie...the mp3 collection on our computer has over 4000 songs!!!
So if anyone needs music, I'm the girl to talk to.

The date for the make up concert with DAVID USHER FINALLY was posted...he's coming back on July 17th...right before my birthday! (Although I'm pretty sure that it isn't scheduled then because of that...) I'm still waiting for his CD that I PREORDERED to show up...it was ordered over a month ago. I emailed them and they still haven't responded...so I have had to be content with downloading the album for now...but it's just not the same.

THE ALBANY IS FILLED WITH EVIL!!!!!!!!!!

So Christine and I made it out of there safely, with the help of Russ's goon friends and withstanding hurtling obsenities from Jabba the Hutt...and I now have a new home. It is cozy, and has pretty red curtains! I love Ikea.
The oppressors at the Cup have now deemed U2 to be "too wild" and that the tone of music that we want is "mellow"... as in "i-just-swallowed-three-bottles-of-valium-and-tried-to-drown-myself-in-the-shower" mellow...or as Alissa says, "fall-asleep-and-drool-on-your-shoulder" mellow. So now all new mixes must be approved by one of the oppressors...which means that Cass has to take all of her mixes, pick out the "appropriately mellow" songs, and build new "mellow" mixes...stupid mellow...
It's all because of the oppression...jerks...

The Jewish Harlot.

So apparently I am a Jewish "Lady of the Night" according to some retard customers who thought that they were just hilarious. Yesterday I was helping a guy, and the first thing he said was " Are you Jewish?" My confused response was..."uh, no...do I look like I'm Jewish???" And he just laughed, and it required all of my willpower to shatter his confidence by telling him he was not at all funny...but that's not all...
Today, I greeted another guy, and he said "Cassandra. Well, Cassandra, do you like your name?" Confused, I responded by telling him that I did, in fact like my name, and was rather attached to it. He then proceeded to tell me that his brother wanted to name his child that, but his wife thought it was the name of a "lady of the night" (while saying this he used the finger quote gestures and winked, of course....). I replied, "Did you actually just say what I think you said?" He kinda studdered and then nervously laughed. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Serves him right for talking to a Harlot.

Christmas Music Burnout

I have been trying to make another Christmas CD for the Cup, because there are only about 4 or 5 good discs there, and it makes me crazy listening to those five over the period of several hours...however...there are only so many songs out there, and there are only so many different ways to sing Silent Night...
The recording industry seems to think that no one will be able to tell if a song is a Christmas one unless they put the sound of bells in the background. Will the madness ever end???
Oh well. Only two weeks until Christmas...

It's because they're Asian, isn't it? Steph and Gretchen...

Aren't we lovely? Me, Steph and Erika...

Gretchen and I...I look like a freak because it's really hard to keep a straight face when there are 15 people gonging around you!

Gretchen and Erika!