Moot Point

So, I didn’t sell anything today, I think I’m going to get fired soon. This other dude (my new work friend) who started a week after me also didn’t sell anything, and we decided that the best way to avoid being fired is to just leave without talking to our boss in an attempt to wrench another day’s pay out of the world of telemarketing.

Then I had Indian dinner. I think food is tastes better when someone else pays for it. (Damn, what a princess-high-maintenance girl thing to say.

Had a much better weekend than last. On Friday, this crazy woman started talking to us from across the bar (because Dave mentioned something about “Curb Your Enthusiasm”) and wouldn’t stop and she was drunk and obviously crazy so we didn’t want to be rude and make her angry but we sure did have to be going in a minute.
As we were leaving, she said to me “You just have the cutest hair.”
At which I smiled and said something “Oh, thank you.”
So far, this is a normal, polite exchange (with, albeit, a lady we’ve already established is crazy).
(Aside: Ninety percent of my polite exchanges with strangers involve the phrase “Cute purse,” but this is not the first unsocilitied hair comment I’ve received – my hair is one of my better, more complimentable features; it should be, I paid a lot for it).
Anyway, then the crazy woman goes on “That’s MIT hair. You don’t see girls at MIT with that long Farrah Fawcett hair. You know MENSA? That’s MENSA hair.”

Also, I am looking forward to seeing Waiting for Godot. The fact of looking forward to Waiting for Godot amuses me to no end.

Ready? Okay.

Give me an N! “N”!
Give me an O! “O”!
Give me a T! “T”!
Give me an F! “F”!
Give me an I! “I”!
Give me an R-E-D! “R”! “E”! “D”!

What’s that spell? “Not fired!” Not fired, Not fired, gooooo Not fired!

I am obsessed with a teenage girl’s breasts. Seriously, why Lindsay, why?

Exit bad mood Brenda.

Enter cautiously optimistic and much more upbeat about all the things in her life are good Brenda.

(Gotta go home and catch the end of American Idol. Fantasia better win the face off this thing, or there’s no justice in the world.)

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mopey lately. It can’t be very much fun to listen to me whine.”
“So now you feel bad about feeling bad? You’re feeling bad twice about the same thing.”
“I know, and that just makes me feel worse. It’s self-perpetuating.”

After displaying my most defeatist side and explaining how every so often the worst possible thing in a specific area of your life does happen, I lucked into two sales in the first hour of work this morning, which covered my whole day’s telemarketing quota. In other words, I’m not fired yet.

It’s not so bad, I get to talk to people all over the country every day.

“Bonjour?”
“Parlez-vous anglais?”
“Non.”
“Non? Alors, vous probablement ne voulez pas un journal en anglais…”
“Non, au revoir.”
“Merci beaucoup, au revoir.”

(This is me trying to see the bright side.)

A few days ago, I had two watches stop in the same day, both at ten past the hour.

I could barely get out of bed this morning.

All I’ve done today is get my watch fixed.

The U of T health services doctor has informed me that I’m not dying and my weird neck problem would heal on its own.

Either she’s right in which case I suppose I’m relieved, or, I’m dying and there’s nothing she can do, so she’s protecting me. So if I never post again, you know why.

I don’t want to talk about it.

I have some strange illness where my neck and ear hurt when I do anything (also, my throat, but that’s not weird). It was worse in the morning, but it’s still no fun and is apparently not going away on its own like good illnesses are supposed to. It has been suggested to me that I have meningitis, which I was convinced I had for about two seconds when I remembered I was vaccinated for it in high school. It might be cancer though.

I didn’t get fired from my telemarketing job like I expected, but because things are really slow, my supervisor told me at noon today to come back on Monday. It’s not the end of the world, at least I got my tax return, almost 500 dollars, so I will not starve this month. Also, my ambition of having my computer work again may soon be a reality.

In other news, I finally saw Mean Girls and it rocked. (Tina Fey is slowly becoming my new girl-crush idol, in almost Beyoncé-like proportions). Also, I have taken to wearing this denim, pin-striped blazer. It is perhaps the most preposterous item of clothing I own. (Except the matching skirt but I obviously wouldn’t wear them together and that can be our little secret. Shhh.)

Time to go find out what I’m dying of.

My mood, which was good, is slowly slowly descending into horribility.

My day started off pretty well, as I potentially have a job, albeit a lame one.

Then I went and caught up on the internet at the library.

At the library, I ran into a girl I know and went and coffee. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to a girl.

Then I went and bought a dress for an upcoming grandparents’ anniversary party. The dress was recommended by my mom (it is from a chain store) and is cute and comfortable and I think it looks good on me. But I am not sure about it. Because it is a green halter dress. Will need second opinion.

Then, I went and looked at shoes and books on Yonge Street. I considered buying Sweet Valley High books for old times’ sake. Also, a children’s book called Tibia! Oh! My Tibia! But I didn’t, because I’m trying to limit completely frivolous ironic book purchases.

Then, I went to class. And I sat in class. For half an hour. The prof didn’t show. I realized I’d spent something like six hours loitering around campus so I would be there for class (which I was looking forward to). There is a guy in my class who’s had her before and says she can be on the flakey side. Bad, bad sign. I don’t mind when a prof cancels a class, but they should at least leave a note.

Now, I go home, to Kraft Dinner and television and my broken computer and my continued sinus illness and possibly related creepy rash. My life has very few bright spots.

Not a word, I know.

Upside – Internet-related good news: Styrofoamkitty is back to blogging, yay! It’s weird, but I totally miss blogs I read when they go on hiatus.
Also, Jaya is blogging again about her trip to India.

So you might be sitting around wondering “Why isn’t Brenda posting?”

The main answer is, nothing interesting has happened (and The OC has gone off the air for the summer) so I have nothing to talk about.

The other answer is, my computer is broken. Still, again, always. I even reinstalled Windows, losing all my programs. (I miss you Photoshop!) Nothing works.

I haven’t been having the most horrible time, though the eating breakfast and watching TBS’s hour of Saved by the Bell at noon followed by Law & Order on Bravo at one stuff got old fast.

Nice stuff has happened, like on Friday I got an ice cream cone and then we walked from Eaton Centre to my house. (If you aren’t from Toronto and/or don’t know where I live, just understand that this is a really long way to walk, especially when it’s hot and you’ve been walking all day anyway.) But it’s basically boring.

Yesterday, I had the most pleasant laundry-doing experience ever. Sul, who I am subletting from, advised me to go to the laundromat down the block rather than the mega-sketch laundry room in the house. I had used a laundromat, only the coin-op and then card-op machines in the basements of my residences. Laundromats are my new favourite thing. Unlike the basement rooms, someone actually keeps the laundromat clean and the machines in good repair. The laundromat owner is a very nice Greek man who chats about the weather and gives you change. It’s bright and clean and airy and you can sit on a plastic chair and read Harper’s while you wait for your laundry. It was really not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon. It was so pleasant, I am going to start doing my laundry more than once a month!

Either that, or get a job and start leaving the house more often.

I just had my second interview for that telemarketing job. I start training tomorrow and if I don’t suck, then I get to keep the job. It’s not so bad. It doesn’t seem very secure though (get let go if you don’t make quotas) and the hours aren’t as good as they could be. Hopefully I will hear back from one of the million places I’ve applied to and maybe get something part time for nights/weekends as well. Really, at this point I don’t care, without my computer, I have nothing to do and no money and I will go crazy.

These facts should give you a good idea of my life right now:

Monday night, I had half a box of President’s Choice Mac and Cheese (not even Kraft Brand Kraft Dinner) and half an $8.50 bottle of white zin.

Last night, I bought Wal-Mart’s second cheapest fan.

This afternoon at 12:30, I was sitting in my pajamas eating waffles and watching Saved by the Bell.

Then, I screwed up my computer even worse.

I am considering taking a job telemarketing, if I can get it.

That’s all folks.