Pet Personalities

Ok. So I have 4 cats. And today I've realised that they all have different personalities.
Cat 1: Name= Thunder
When placed on top of a white lidded box, He jumped off immediately.

Cat 2: Name= Popsicle
When placed on same box, she gives you a scared glance and jumps off quickly.

Cat 3: Name= Poptart
When placed on the box, she sniffs around until she finds the edge then jumps off.

Cat 4: Name= Lightning
When placed on the box, he's initially scared to be some place new but then makes himself comfortable and falls asleep.

Very interesting... And funny when the partially blind one smacks into a table on the way down.
Sad. But very funny.

Long Vacation

Wow. It's been a while since I've been on here. Let's see, what's happened since I left.

... wow. A lot of stuff.

I moved in with my girlfriend. We got two cats. She decided that wasn't enough so we got 2 more. We both got jobs. She got fired from hers because they said she wasn't working fast enough, then when she worked faster they said she wasn't working well enough.
She got another job at pizza delight which she actually likes.
I'm stuck at KFC doing a job I hate.
I worked on my projects for Paul. The first one I thought I would fail horribly but he passed me and the second one looks really good. He even told me that it was a lot better than my last one.
My next story seems like it's going to be about a kids Halloween party at the First Nations Reserve in Woodstock NB, and I'm pretty excited about that.
... In my own special way that only Nick LaPointe could be.

They cut my hours at work to the point where I might as well find a new job.

Internet

Is good Yes?

Likes I does.

Wishes I hads it. Ya.

Death is Just the Begining

When I was looking at the paper I couldn't afford, I saw a lot of different things among the ads. There were job openings for strange things, like one at a lumber mill that requires you to speak german.

I remember thinking, "If only I could speak german. And lived anywhere near that place."

Then I went around town handing out my resumes again and walked down to the unemployment office and asked if there were any jobs they could help me get. There was one out at Jellystone Park. I was like "great, but how am I getting there?" The deadline to apply was that very day though. They also wanted a cover letter as well.

Then I hear about a program called "The SEED" program. aka: Student Employment Experience Development Program. Apparently there are some places around here that only take students that are submitted to them through this program.

Isn't that great. For some places I don't have enough experience and for others I have too much.

It seems the only way I'll ever get a job is if I die first. That should be enough experience for them.

HI EMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jobless

What's the world comming to? A 20 year old man who's just starting out on his own, flying the nest for the first time in his life, can't find a job anywhere.

I've got work experience in factories and mills, and they don't even bother to call me? I've been studied in the journalism feild and been in college for two years. And I haven't even gotten an interview. Instead they hire the 16-year-old dumbshit kid who doesn't even care that much about the job. That person who would spend all their time hanging out with their friends in the woods behind the school, smoking pot and getting coked up.

Or the girl who spends all her time talking to her friends on her cellphone talking about clothes, what stars are hot and using their daddy's credit card to buy stuff for her horse which her parents pay someone to take care of.

Those are the people that get hired? Fuck my Life.

Once Again

Here we are sitting in the same old chair doing the same old thing. Not really accomplishing anything. I look around the room and there's not a trace or sign of anything from the old days when we would sit around and chat and make sexual comments about people who may or may not be there. The computer has someone else's name on it. The desk has been cleaned off. The files that I had so carefully stuffed in the drawer are gone. All the notes and files are gone. It's no longer about to burst open, spilling the knowledge from my past out onto the floor.
I don't belong here.
The halls seem different. There is a new life to them. Different from the one I'm used to. Like stepping into someone else's newly cleaned house. I don't want to touch anything because I fear I'll dirty it.
I don't belong here. These aren't my halls. I am not welcomed. I am not a part of this life anymore. I am lonely.