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Tuesday (30th), two of the salesmen treated me for lunch (got permission to take me out and everything). They joked about how I was going on a ‘double date’ and how when I go and retell the story to my friends at school, I’ll be making them both at least 20 years younger. It was good though, I did like the sushi! I was feeling a little bit under the weather by Wednesday but overall still pretty okay. I kept on ‘catching’ people writing in a card. It’s pretty obvious when they were because another person had left to relocate (still working for the company though) and the card was transferred from office to office via a plain manila folder. It’s easy to tell because they keep on reusing the same folder and someone saw me and quickly closed it. Yeah, I knew what they were doing.
Thursday my voice was half-gone, but still useable (heh, useful for answering phones). The fire alarm was pulled Thursday morning though, and there had been a fire at work. A normal fire is worrisome as it is, but an industrial fire is very worrisome considering the chemicals and the type of company that I work for. The smoke that was going up into the air was pitch black at some instances and then (due to what was burning) yellow later. With my stuffed up nose, I couldn’t smell it but I knew (from experience) that it was disgusting. My primary concern was smoke inhalation for my coworkers that were closer to the fire. First thing I had said to the VP when I saw him after the fire was put out and we were back in the building “How are you feeling? Did you get checked for smoke inhalation?”.
My coworkers surprised me with a small pizza party (how sweet!) and they gave me the card that a lot of people had written really nice things in along with (!) a company jacket (it’s a little big on me, and I’m not going to grow into it like one of my coworkers had said) and a gift card to Staples (I jokingly said that I’d be using it to buy nice pens for school – which I ended up doing on Saturday). It was fun though, everyone cracked jokes about me. I think even though everyone that was there said that they expected to see me back next year, I think they also know that there’s a smaller possibility of that now that my graduation is slated for next spring/summer. Obviously, I’d have to see – but I don’t know. That company has been my summer ‘home’ for the last six summers. They’ve watched me grow into the person that I am now. And it’s comforting to know that it’s there and they want me back, but at the same time… That company is the only company I’ve worked for, despite their change in name. At one point, someone commented how when I first started (2006), I wouldn’t talk to anyone and then (and several people said this) “Now we just can’t get you to shut up!”. They kid, mostly. I am a bit more talkative now, but I’ve also grown out of being as shy now, at least I hope so!
Friday was a very relaxing work day, despite my coughing fits. I went out for dim sum with three other salesguys as they wanted to treat me out for lunch. I got the pleasure of ordering and they were a little concerned (while they’d all been to dim sum before, they never went with someone who really ‘knows’ the dishes well). I ordered a few things that none of them had ordered before – luckily they all enjoyed it! Work went well, hugs were exchanged. I handed out a few gifts (hat for E’s daughter – as promised by a little work bet; baby hat for unborn baby boy for C’s future offspring; some small gifts for the girls that I’d worked with all summer long) and got a few more gifts in return (t-shirt, in men’s Large…?, that’s a company shirt; E got me a good-bye card and super cute pink cat stuffie, picked out by his daughter).
Friday night I was just awful. I ran a fever up to 102F and ended up mildly delirious (according to my sisters). We had no Tylenol or any other medication for fevers in the house so they had to run to the pharmacy to get some for me. I was cold (but hot at the same time) and ended up going to bed at around 9pm that night. I woke up Saturday feeling a lot better but still with a fever of 100F. It’s amazing what 2 degrees lower will do for a person. I was fever-free by mid-afternoon. I went out with my family for lunch, went grocery shopping, I also bought new pens from Staples for school (thank you, work). Today, I feel a lot better thankfully! I’d been doing a bit of cleaning and getting things ready. My backpack is all ready for my first day of classes (well, all I put in was some paper, a clipboard, pens and a chocolate bar – what else does a student need?).
My anticipated next post will be either about my first impressions of my professors for my first term of my fourth (technically fifth, officially fourth) and final year of my degree or about a certain someone, whom I love dearly. 


I also found what I had thought was the perfect work mug. It was light green, large enough for a decent amount of water/hot chocolate/juice/tea/whatever. It was $0.99 (before my 30% card-holder discount). And then I found the perfect work mug. Cupcakes all over it? Cheerful? Large enough to hold a decent amount of liquids? And a little cupcake on the inside? The cupcake cup was also lighter than the fantastic light green mug, and also at $0.99 (before 30% discount) so I was absolutely sold. It sits on my desk at work now. Usually filled with water, hot chocolate, tea or juice.
I’ve been getting awesome mail this week! I got a cute dress and bloomers set (Blythe-sized), two Japanese patterns books (pictured below; Dolly Coordinate Recipe books #5 and #7) and something that’s a surprise for Clay (who does occasionally read this blog so I’m refraining from mentioning it – it’s not much of a surprise if he knows what it is!).
Work’s been… workish. It’s the only thing really going on with my life right now and it’s stressful from 8am-4:30pm because of people. On the brightside, customer that the other people avoid talking to because “he’s really mean” likes talking to me (because I get things done/make sure their stuff gets delivered). Honestly though, I don’t get why they think he’s really mean because he was really nice to me on the phone.
My hand, which I’m not posting a photo of, is swollen. My coworkers have called it my ‘mitt’ and have said things like “Wow, your hand’s like DOUBLE the size of your other hand!”. Yeah, flattering. Last Sunday (July 17th) I went paintballing with some coworkers (that I like). I ended up turning my ankle, winning a laptop-suitable backpack and getting chewed up by mosquitoes. I have 1 bite on my left pinkie, 3 bites on my right shoulder (no biggie, they’re practically gone) and 5 bites on my right hand. 3 are on the back of my right hand, 1 on my thumb and 1 on my ring finger. Which makes life incredibly annoying. On Tuesday it was the most swollen and I had issues with mobility.
Today it has been better with increased mobility, swelling has gone down, reddness has mostly gone away and I’ve been dosing myself up with pain medication, allergy medication (for nighttime only) and ointment to help with the itchiness/pain/swelling. My purse is starting to look like mini-pharmacy (I’ve been keeping bottles of pills in there, the jar of ointment, etc.). Hopefully this will all go away soon and my hand will soon be the normal size!
]]>I feel as if this is an accomplishment.
If you follow me on Twitter or have spoken to me since late Wednesday, you know why.
Life. Sucks.
]]>Anyways, to make up for making one of my coworkers sound like a total jerk ahem, I’d liked to talk about some the wonderful people that I work with… Starting now!
M – Supervisor – Thinks I’m the most efficient person in the whole wide world. Not even kidding. Why? Because he says so, on a nearly daily basis. Plus I’m quick, I don’t ask really stupid questions and I get my work done (correctly – on the first time, unless they pull stupid stuff on me).
S – Coworker (desk near mine) – He brought me (and another coworker) donuts today (well, erm, they were near the place where everyone gets coffee and tea, but he took the time to get me one!). Plus, he said he picked the one with the most chocolate and sprinkles. And he says my sweettooth is ‘practically legendary’.
E – Coworker (frequently eats lunch at the same time as me AND talks to me) – Erm… he talks to me? Says hi, gave me a ride to the train station the other day when I desperately needed a way to get home. Plus he actually talks to me during lunch… Unlike everyone else… who just doesn’t.
D – Coworker – Is nice to me this summer! *shock face* He hasn’t tried to push me into machines, wipe grease-covered paper towels on my clothes or face, poked me, shoved me into people or even said anything bad to me so far! I think having kids has really mellowed him out. Or maybe he’s just grown up? But he has civil/normal/remotely-friendly conversations with me now. Which is really weird compared to what I’m used to. Oh well, I’ll take it.
D – Coworker – He got me a bandaid today. And he talks to me and is nice to me – despite the fact that he asks me how old I am whenever I mention crocheting or knitting and says that his grandmother and I would have a lot in common (when asked, he admitted that his grandmother neither crochets or knits, but apparently we’d have a lot in common because we’d both have [different] ‘granny hobbies’).
C – Boyfriend (and coworker) – Why am I using an initial for him? Oh well, keeps it all looking neat and tidy. Let’s see. Super friendly, cute smile (and cute everything else…). Says hi to me, chats to me whenever we can. Puts up with me texting at almost all waking hours of the day. And he says cute things to me (aww). Plus he’s a total sweetheart and I adore him. And he always thinks I look nice no matter what kind of craptastic day I’m having, which is a major plus! (Not that I dress like a slob to work, but sometimes I just have drab days… Just related to how I’m feeling.)
]]>U for Useless User and M for me (or Michelle)
U: Michelle! I need some help and [name of supervisor #1] or [name of supervisor #2 – who’s not really my supervisor, but still counts] said that you could help me.
M: Alright, what is it?
U: [puts paper down onto tape, scribbled numbers] I need you to make me a graph with these figures.
M: … What kind of graph?
U: I just need a graph.
M: … Erm… Okay…
So I did the graphs. Both of them. I should have just done a pie/circle graph of something, instead of a line graph (which is what was actually wanted, but he never specified this). And then after giving him the print out of the graphs, he asked me to email them to him (sure whatever, I did that).
Then I go into my supervisor’s office to talk to him about some of the work I’m doing. I mention doing the graphs for U and then I find out out that he and supervisor #2 never okayed for U to go and ask me to do something. Never, ever, ever. Colour me surprised and slightly livid at the thought that someone did that to me. Granted, it did not take me long at all to do the graphs (at most it was 10 minutes out of my day). Then my supervisor told me that from now on if anyone (besides him, of course) tells me to do something, I should refer them directly to him and have them tell him to tell me to do whatever it is that they want to do. I said okay, I was totally fine with that.
Still pissed off that someone at work used me like that. And it wasn’t as if it was difficult work either, since Excel just automatically generates the graphs anyways. So I don’t see how it was to someone’s advantage to lie to me like that.
Jerkface.
* I have two coworkers, one who has a cubicle in the same room as me and the other one is just always there, who keep on pulling immature office pranks. Most commonly, I get my computer mouse unplugged. Or a piece of tape over the bottom of the mouse so it doesn’t work.
]]>School was pretty tame today. Got to see a bunch of videos of Celphalopods (squid, cuttlefish, octopuses, etc.) doing crazy things. Seriously, glow-in-the-dark eyes of an octopus are pretty darn creepy. But the videos were pretty awesome. I didn’t learn too much in math, only because some idiot in the front kept on trying to argue with the prof that the math was wrong [(1/√2)² = ½ but the student kept on arguing that it was really ¼]. Oy. Plants biology was pretty fun… Once my prof could actually connect his laptop (which had the powerpoint file) to the podium (connected to the projection system). So overall, school was pretty tame today. Nothing out of the ordinary. My scheduled (mandatory!) biochemisty tutorial was canceled for the week (I only have it on Mondays, and it got canceled for all tutorials). And since I wasn’t expected home until later anyways… I went shopping. But not before a classmate in my plants biology class asked me this question:
Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?
I expected a question like “Do you have white-out I can borrow?” or “What did the prof just say about [insert figure here]?”. She’s friends with my friend, R, so I don’t really know her all that well. She said that she just “discovered” Twilight and really wanted to know if I was more for Edward or more for Jacob (she’s still reading the series and just finished New Moon). And all I could say was “Erm…” Definitely not Team Edward and definitely not Team Jacob. And it would have been narcissistic to claim to be Team Me (lol), so I just claimed to be on my boyfriend’s team and that satisfied her curiosity. She was wearing a Team Jacob shirt today (and said she had an Team Edward shirt that she was going to wear on Wednesday. And that it was covered in glitter, ack.)
Ahem, moving on… My thrifted hoodie (from Saturday!) in the most cheerful print ever. There’s hearts, trees, suns, clouds, flowers, stars, ducks and just so much all over it. They look like doodles, but it is an actual print (not just the product of a bored person’s imagination with a few permanent markers). It’s definitely a wear-to-school hoodie. Or a sit-at-home-on-the-laptop hoodie. =) Which is just fine by me, since I’m at school 5 days of the week anyways (might as well wear something that I like! Just need to remember not to wear on lab days, I would consider crying if I got toluidine blue on this hoodie).

Close-up of the scribble-doodle print! Can you tell why I love it? 

And today’s little yarn shopping trip… Regia sock yarn! The one in the top left hand corner is 100g, all the others are 50g. The three balls of yarn on the top are for my sister (enough for 2 pairs of adult-sized socks!) and the bottom four balls (in bright, subdued and pastel!) are for dolly knitting projects. I also bought the most massive roll of twill tape ever for making my own DIY fabric labels to put my name on my projects.

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In other news… One of my coworkers has not forgotten about me (they always claim to whenever I pop up again at work). He inherited a tub of gummy candy from another coworker who moved (from Building A to Building B) and he told my mom that “since Michelle always had like a handful whenever I saw her” that I should have the candy. Mmm, artificial colours and flavours, delicious! And then today he sent cookies to me via my mom. So eating handfuls of candy (not on a daily basis, mind you) a few months ago means that I get a tub of candy… Works out well, I think!
The weather has been crap today. The rain wasn’t that bad when I left volunteering today, but I just got to the sidewalk when I saw the bus zooming by and it was going to be about another 30 minutes before the next bus showed up, so I figured that I would walk home instead. 10 minutes later, it was pissing rain. I anticipated the weather being horrible, so I wore a lot of layers (regular shoes though – don’t know what I was thinking, a tee, a hoodie, a jacket, knee socks, jeans). Oh, guess what was completely soaked through by the time I got home? My jacket, my hoodie, my shoes and my jeans, at least up to mid-thigh. Not cool, not cool at all. Oh, and about 5 minutes after I got home? Rain stopped.
And it’s Halloween tomorrow… My names? Working on a biology paper, studying, organic chemistry problems, shopping. Yay… Such is the life of someone who has no… life?
How has your Thursday and Friday been?
]]>As much as I do like working at the company that I work for, this is the longest stretch that I’ve worked there so far. For the first and second year, I worked there for 2 months each year. For my third year there, I worked there for about two months, took 4 weeks off, and then worked for another month. I took a month off because I was taking a summer course (biology – and it was one of the best professors I had ever had at my school). This summer, I opted not to take a summer course (I was having enough trouble finding enough credits to take in the upcoming year!) so I worked for the full summer term period. I started the Monday after my last exam and I’m ending on the Friday right before the school year starts, a total of 19 weeks straight.
I like most of the people that I work with, everyone’s always been very friendly and pretty cheerful. I’ve gotten to know some people very well there and I do like the company and the fact that they’ll let me work full time and take a full 4 weeks off. Everyone’s been really awesome to me for the last 4 summers, so I’m glad that I went back again this year (it also helped that no where else I had applied to wanted me). I do something different every summer, I gain new experience every single summer and that’s what I like about it. I get exposed to so many different things and to different people. For instance, last summer, I juggled 10+ projects for the last while and it was a very time consuming 10+ projects, but I got them done and learned much better time management than I ever had before. This summer, I definitely worked on my communication skills and got better at enforcing things that needed to be enforced in order to get the job done.
I guess what I’m saying is that despite the fact that I will complain about having over a dozen projects on the go or the fact that “all I do” is enter data for a full work day, I still learned something during my stay at the company every year and I learn new practical skills every summer as well. Which, in itself, is so valuable. I am also incredibly thankful to the company that I work for whenever I have to pay for tuition or textbooks, because without the money that I’ve earned over the past four summers, I don’t think I would be as comfortably paying for school and I love the fact that I don’t ‘need’ to work during the school year (I commute to school on a daily basis and this makes it rather impractical, considering I never have ‘good’ class times).
The “End of Summer” lunch happened today and it was really fun. My supervisor and one of the higher-ups were both there today and both of them invited me back for the summer in 2010, so I’ll have to see about that. Hopefully it’ll work out.
So, just one more day. One more day until my ‘summer vacation’ of three days where I will be preparing for school and whatnot. Just one more day.
I think I’m already missing it.
]]>Work has been a touch hectic. I’m alternating between working at my desk, helping a coworker move files and random stuff and working in production (mmm, cutting things with pliers!). Tomorrow is going to be my “End of Summer” lunch, which should be pretty fun. I’m also halfway done my dozen crocheted cupcakes (I have 6 completely stuffed and sewn up! I still have 2 more cupcake tops to crochet and then 6 cupcakes to stuff and sew together – which will be happening tomorrow). Ahh to self-imposed deadlines and not starting my epic ‘baking’ spree earlier… I think after this it’ll be a while before I make another crocheted cupcake, even if they’re so darn cute! (No photos… yet.) My sister J picked up four of them and started juggling them, it’s so much fun to see cupcakes being tossed around in circles like that.
I posted a new entry yesterday over at Chelle-Chelle.com asking for pop can tabs (silver ones!). I know quite a bit of my offline friends do read this blog (and perhaps not my crafts site) so I thought I’d mention it here. I’m collecting them for use in a crochet project that I can’t start yet because… I don’t drink pop very frequently? My ideal beverages are iced tea, tea, water and hot chocolate (bottled, steeped, poured, mixed). Nothing that really comes in a pop can. So I plead for you to save them for me so I can make/get started on this new crochet project.
Things to do within the next week:
If you’re starting school next week (or started school recently), what do you still have to get done?
]]>On the school front – I have not gotten a response yet regarding that ‘unpaid registration fee’ for the summer term (obviously, I did not take any courses during the summer and it should have been removed from my account ages ago). I need to have it removed soon, as I plan on paying for my tuition (September-December) term this weekend (as it needs a few business days to be fully processed). Yay, paying tuition, whoot?
I’ve been kept busy with work today, at work. I was tempted to actually bring home work today because I hardly got as much done today as I wanted to. But… I didn’t, because I didn’t really want to do work at home (but I know I need to get it done – deadlines!). I was busy with 2 meetings (and driving between Building A and Building B) and sketching out designs and getting things commented and suggestions on. People are too damn agreeable sometimes, sigh.
And the damn highlight of my day? I got roped into the longest conversation of my life with someone that I don’t even like. Gahh, I felt like ripping my hair out after that conversation because the person that I don’t like? SO full of himself and was telling me about how he compares to Einstein and how he took an IQ test once and the tester told him that he was a genius and whatnot. Ugh. This is the person who told me that 40 multiplied by 4 was 400. Right before he told me that he was a certified genius. It took all the will power I had not to go and hit my head against the cement wall. Because anyone who thinks that 40 by 4 (160) is 400 needs to a) get their head examined, b) go back to fourth grade math and c) stop referring to themselves as a genius.
Now, the reason why it was the longest conversation of my life is because I think I’m too polite sometimes and I just get a little uncertain about telling someone to STFU, especially in at work. In hindsight, I really wish that I had. Mostly because it was just so damn long and all I needed was to ask one question and it turned into a spiel of how he’s a catch and how all women love him and whatnot. *gags*
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