OH MY GAWD, I CAN'T FIND MY CHEMISTRY LAB NOTEBOOK. AND SOMEONE BORROWED MY RULER WITHOUT RETURNING IT. AND I HAVE A MATH TEST TOMORROW. AND I HAVE A PHYSICS TEST SOMETIME THIS WEEK. AND I HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW TOO.

However, on the bright side, Tuesday is a pedagogical. Thus, I am going to see Star Trek on big screen. Exciting? You bet it.

To fill you in on the long absence I seem to constantly be taking, I got a job! That's right! Sophia is now legally receiving money to annoy the eff out of you by calling you at extremely inconvenient times to ask redundant, word-for-word questions on behalf of company X represented by calling centre Y.

Mm, fun.

More fun than that was the paid 2-night training session I had to endure. As usual, I was the youngest, and the only anglophone.



Starving Artist creeped me out, and left halfway through the second night of training. SKETCH MUCH?!
Ghetto Man turned out to not be as ghetto as initially believed, just a man with some sort of attention complex.
The Jocks were extremely annoying. I could tell they and I weren't going to get along.
The Professional was extremely pretty, but also left halfway through the second night of training. Apparently, she had family issues she needed to solve.
Mom ended up being my age?! What. I know. Anyway, she's my mom.
The Kenyan was a sick bird, and is a giant.
I see the Veteran all the freaking time. For the most part, he looks as though he's going through crack rehab, but he always meets the target for phone calls...damn him.
The Flamboyant wears clothes for women, is nice albeit quirky.

Sorry for the extremely ugly post, my creative juices are focusing on figuring out where my chemistry lab notebook went...ugh.

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