The One about Going Dark, but Moving On…

So since Pax, a few people have noticed and commented that I really haven’t been around at lot/at all, or am on at strange hours – even for me.
Before going away, I knew my assistant manager was going to be transferring to another store, leaving his position open. In truth, he left the day after I did, and this left our manager and one other individual to run the store, and attempt to begin to train the new guy, who started while I was away – and had originally been hired to fill the Asst. manager position because no one thought I wanted it…
Well, that’s not quite true, but is now besides the point.

As soon as I came back from Seattle, I switched back into retail-gear, and my manager took off on a much needed holiday. As the unoffical ‘acting assistant manager’ I’ve had all the responsibilities but none of the actual support behind my name, which short term is fine, but in the long run it’s frustrating.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I actually really like the new guy, and as he at one point was a manager at a Gameshack, he’s definatly got more management experience than I do, but for any of thoes of you who have worked at EB know, there are always a shitload of promotions and otherthings we have to try and sell a customer on. We might not always agree with it, but it’s part of the job…100%, I think Phil (the new guy, obviously) will make a great assistant manager in a few months, once he’s been around and memorized the basic stuff, but until then, imho, hireing a management position like that off the street is extremly risky. And in our case, totally unneccessary.

I had a conversation with my manger a few days ago, after he’d gotten back from his camping trip, and had probed gently about my chances of getting the position -whether or not I go back to school in January, and was told that chances were extremly high, so long as nothing went ape-shit duringvthe vendor’s show (a 3-5 day trip where all EB Canada managers gather, meet with industry reps and find out all the cool stuff…ie, e3 just for the managers, plus a bunch of conferences to go over new proceedures and whatnot…).

He called me today and told me “You’re my new ASM. You start today. Now here’s a few questions…”
20 mins later, I was still trying to figure out the conversation, lol.

Anyway. So today, (er, yesterday), finally saw come to fruition something I’ve been working towards for over a year. I wanted this position as an indication that what I do, the dedication I have shown not only to the industry but to the store, means something other than just what another, average person can do. I feel like for the first time in quite a while, I’ve reached one of thoes milestones that I didn’t really realize how important it was until I’d passed it.

So I hope you’ll all indulge me a little as I feel a little like the cat that ate the Canary….

Ok, moment over, what’s next…oh that’s right. Convincing George Brown College to take a chance on me…and after that? Well, I know where I want to be in two – three years. They just might not know it yet. But they will when I’m ready for it…

I am heartily ashamed of myself.


I just looked at the date of my last entry here…I haven’t posted since July…that’s just sad.


I talked to Ava yesterday, and I realized that the last time I’d even spoken to her was right after she moved into her new place…that’s pathetic.


I read Susan’s latest blog and I can’t even Name the last time I talked to her on msn…Granted, we did randomly run into each other this summer..


But isn’t that what happens when you’re no longer good friends? You don’t talk on a regular basis, so you have no idea when or where each other is half the time…so when you Are in the same area of the city and you DO see each other…for pity’s sake, I wasn’t even Sure when I first saw her if that Was her, and I know she felt the same…

And you were, and still are in my mind, my big sister.


But that doesn’t mean I’m not a little mad and disappointed. At myself, at friends who Were close in high school, at the world…

We so easily promise that we’ll stay in touch, that we’ll still get together, that we’ll make the time…but realistically, that doesn’t happen.


We go our seperate ways after periods in our lives, and to be honest, I’m not surprised or upset by that…It’s life. But I do wish we didn’t make the promises in the first place. Maybe it’s just me being pesimistic…but it’s the broken promises that hurt the most.



In other news.

The new apartment is great. It’s been newly renovated, newly painted…and unfortunatly, they’ve just started to repair the balcony’s on our side of the building….which means pounding away at concrete trying to break off the loose stuff at nine am. A little hard on ya if you’ve been up until 4 am…but not like *I*’d know anything about that…


Money’s tight, but then it always has been. I think I’m handeling it pretty well actually. But then again, we haven’t had to pay ALL the bills yet…so give it another month, maybe two and then I’ll see if I need to seriously start considering a second job – or looking for sponsorship so I can AFFORD to game.

Very short bus ride to work, which rocks. Unfortunatly, relations at the store don’t rock right now. My asm and I often rub against each other, it’s just our personalities…and they aren’t working out too well. He can be Incredibly lazy, and often leaves stuff for me to do without even saying anything…sometimes I say something, sometimes I do…more and more of when I do, I get bitched at. Seriously getting tired of it, so I’m just keeping my mouth shut more and more around him. Throwing myself into my work. I like that my store is quiet enough that we don’t Always have to have another person there…it means more work for me, but I don’t care because I’m by myself. Our other guys hasn’t even finished his 3 months yet…and my god, if *I* were the manager, he’d have been written up at Least once…he’s not totally incompetent, but damn can he be lazy…I take my laptop in with me sometimes, but I ALWAYS get my stuff done that I need to…he can’t say the same….however, I am not turning this post into a rant about work…I do that far too much. Suffice to say, I ask alot more of the boys at my store than I get back…and to be perfectly honest, for 7.76 and hour, it ain’t worth a damn. I’m certainly not about to stop caring, but I am Not about to bend over backwards for them either. *I* don’t get anything out of it except ‘good karma’, and you can’t pay the bills with that.

My roommate, Laura, has a cat named Karma…who is a bloody spaz…our flooring is all tile and wood…so we throw a toy and she Will go sliding head first into a wall or door…endlessly amusing…We’re both night people, so we definatly get along well…And this place almost looks like an apartment. I have to reorg the wires tomorrow though, due to the fact that since Laura’s currently sleeping in the living room on the couch (remember that one I had in my living room at the house?), and that’s where the xbox is…yah, it doesn’t work out well. So that’s gotta be changed tomorrow…also have to lock this connection tomorrow, I have and open wireless conccetion right now, and I can tell someone’s borrowing it, because I’m lagging every so often…


School…I’ll save that one for another blog. Sufifice to say, I AM going back to school next year…most likely for PR or marketing. Where…well, there’s a 85% chance I’m going to go out to BC. I have friends who are also moving out there next year, for school as well…and having people I know out there, as well as family on the island…it’s a very attractive idea.


But like I said, more about it later.



Chow for now…

If there is Nothing I hate more, I DESPISE Corporate BS.

So for the last two weeks, my roommate and I have been counting down the days until our internet and Cable become active. Today, I should have logged into here, and been able to give everyone the terrific news, I was back online!




So, two weeks ago, my roommate called Rogers, set everything up, and was told EXPRESSLY that we would have someone at the apartment between 11 and 1 pm today, to set everything up.

2:30 rolls around. I call.

“Oh, well it says here that your apointment is for between 2:30 and 6:30…”


So I call.
Get put on hold.
Get disconnected.
I’m fucking mad by this point.
Call the thrid time to find out that the second girl I talked to CHANGED MY APPOINTMENT TO THE NEXT AVAILABLE TIME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION>..and of COURSE, once they change the time, it overwrites the Orginal time, and it looks like our orginal time was OCTOBER 25!!

Yeah. Fucking. Right.

Up yours Rogers.