Other People Suck.

Sorry if I'm repeating myself, but it's been a rough night.

I hate my species.

So, first of all, I get stuck on a line with 2 temps who may as well have been cardboard cutouts with "BLOND" written across the chest. Seriously, they did NOTHING all night, except the most basic tasks of working on the line: paletize, make boxes, pack. There was a mess, so they stood there and watched ME clean it up. Pouches needed to be cut into the tank, and they sat on the end of the line while I did it. The only time they did anything was when Gina (on a different line) came over and asked one of them to sweep, and even then, she did a half-assed job. I wouldn't have minded so much if they were new, but they've both been there for at least 3 months. Get a friggin clue.

Then I sit down at break and continue reading my book (The Goldan Compass, which actually isn't that bad. I'm almost done it), when I realize that the whole friggin book is actually about Original Sin (as explained by one of the characters). So, then I realize that it really all comes down to Sex and Religion. CRAP. I mean, I would strongly discourage anyone with a love of reading to take an english lit course above OAC/Grade 12. You will never, EVER be able to read another book again. I'm reading children's books for god's sake, and I can't get to the end without coming to a debate over whether the Church has made us zombies, or whether the character sees the Bear King as a father figure or potential lover.

Actually, at one point, I did come up with a reason why Sex&Religion are the two main themes of every lecture: Fashion. Well, for sex, it's fashion. Religion is a permanent part because it was monks that founded Universities... But Sex is new. In the '60's (for what I gather), lit was about Religion and "The Man"/"The Institution"/Commercialism. Everything was about whether our values were preserved or compromised by the end. Now, because of sexuality becoming more commonplace and babies having babies and whatnot, we turn our attention to sex. Kinda sad, really. I'd prefer it if a story could be about what the author intended it to be about, nothing else.

Of course, this lead me into the big debate with Gayle: Will Matt ever actually call? He said he would, but I'm guessing not. I think I'm more dissappointed because I thought he'd be a good lay than because of his potential as a partner (he's more fun than future), and I need a good lay. Or some better meds. And, as Gayle mentioned, I'll be returning to North Bay in 2 weeks, so what worry have I? The great white North, where the booty runs like a river! Alas, no. I don't think that getting into anything with the new roomies would be a bright idea, and even though I have one friend who has all but offered himself up to me, I don't think I want to go back into that either, because, amoung other reasons, he already has a girlfriend, and I don't share well. Tony isn't exactly reliable, and Todd... no. for what I've heard, he's "happy" (or momentarily contented), with his new "are they/aren't they" gal. I've had my fill of his drama anyways. That lead to my quote of the night, by the by:

All men are asshats to some degree, leave it to me to sleep with their king.

[this portion of the rant was edited out because it got a bit too personal. I'm sorry if I offended anyone.]

I'm sorry if I'm on a bit of a rampage tonight. I'm just frustrated. This weekend, my mother told me that Dad turned to her one night and said, "You know, this year, Sparky's going to find someone, and he's going to be the one." Mom said she's had that feeling all summer. She did last summer too. And the one before that... But adding Dad's voice to it? that was just underhanded. I mean, I don't want to feel even more like I've let them down, and that feeling, that GUILT should sertainly not be invading my personal life.

Fuckers.

(P.S. anyone willing/wanting to argue the above points can let me know. I'm open to it. Actually, I feel like a good scrap.)