I passed out at work tonight, and fell into the garbage can while spilling Pepsi down the ice tray. I honestly don't know what happened, other than my body temperature must have drastically and rapidly changed in between filling the frozen yogurt machine and going to help a customer. I got sent home and ended up watching TV with Josh. Everyone at work was so nice to me, I feel almost embarassed at all the attention.

Blargh, this means my next paycheque is going to be pathetically small though. I've only worked seven hours so far, and there's still a week left until the pay period is over. At least I get a massive paycheque this Thursday :)

Last night at school was...ugh.

I finished my homework (an A/V sheet for a commercial), and dashed off to class. We had to get into our production groups and choose one of the commercials to do. Mine was Hershey's Kisses, Scooter's was beer, Jeff's was Nike, and Ryan had something about those lights you put under your car to make it look pimpin' (or something like that, it was difficult to understand him, and his main objective seemed to be to get us to use his car in the production). Anyway, after a lengthy debate, and all of us agreeing not to choose our own, we voted, and Jeff's came up the winner. (I didn't vote.) I am generally opposed to this commercial, but in the interests of being nice, I said nothing. First, we have to be out before sunrise on Wednesday. I do not do early mornings anyway, but this is particularly heinous because I work until midnight tonight. Second, he totally stole his idea from the Nike ad campaign in "What Women Want." Y'know, the one that Mel Gibson reads Helen Hunt's mind to get, and it's all about people running before dawn and being themselves? Third, I despise Nike's overpriced child-labour produced shlocky merchandise. At the end of the commercial, it says: "Nike, the freedom to be yourself." In my eyes, we might as well be saying: "Nike, the freedom for stupid North Americans to exploit third world children!"

If this weren't the final project for two classes, and weren't worth such a large percentage of my final grade, I'd refuse to put my name on the project.

I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I'm feeling too icky to concentrate. I made the bad decision of binging on dairy this weekend, and now I'm paying for it. Ugh, I don't even feel like getting dressed again to go to school. I just want to wear my comfy pink yoga pants, but they make me look really lumpy.

I had the weekend off work, so Josh and I went to Gastown and had lunch at The Old Spaghetti Factory. I've still got some veggie lasagne in the fridge, so I'd better remember to eat it soon. It was so nice to have the weekend free, but that means I only make $80 this week. Still, my sanity is worth a little more than the money I lost.

Today I dropped off a resume at Superstore. They're hiring cashiers, and I'd much rather swipe groceries through my till than pump butter everywhere. I've found that the only way to keep my uniform from totally whiffing like an old buttery dishrag is to hand wash it with dish soap before putting it in the washing machine. This is a total pain in the butt, because it takes twice as long as regular laundry, and I have to haul the wet uniform upstairs to the laundry room. The payoff of a clean uniform is somewhat worth it, though.