9 to 5

Hey all

So Im just going to get right into it because I cannot stand for the incessant babble which comes before a good story.

I work for a bank, one of the big 5 in Canada right now and I have to say... The average person never ceases to amaze even me. You'd think (or perhaps, rather hoped) that you've seen everything when you work in customer service, but then there's that one person which comes in and just blows your pretty little view of the general public out of the water and you cannot help but silently laugh, shake your head and using all your self preservation and restraint, politely tell them that they are in fact, wrong. There are a few other creative words that come to mind, but you are all creative people and I know that you can replace "wrong" with so many other variations of tantalizing vocabulary.
People, there is a the simple rule which applies (as far as I am aware) to every single bank that I have come across. If you write a cheque and do not presently have the funds in your acount, the cheque will "bounce", return to your account and your bank will proceed to charge you $45 for wasting their time and resources... common knowledge right?
Then why on earth did I have this lady come up to me today claiming that she had enough money in her account when she wrote the cheque, then the same day make a withdraw so that she could no longer afford the cheque and then proceed to tell me that it was in fact, my personal fault and that I was out to get her? DEAREST GENERAL PUBLIC... Shut up. Read the rules. Follow the rules. Don't complain. Move on. AND STOP WRITING CHEQUES THAT YOU CANNOT AFFORD.

Sincerely,
Unhappy Banker.

F.F

Refresh Button

Hey all,
I do realise that it has been a while but I've been busy. Those Vampire Diaries episodes along with Grey's need to be watched by someone!

Okay, basically, this initial blog is about the refresh button that one should have in life. When life gets a little too much and you need to get away, where do you go? The store down the street for a little retail therapy? The local "quick service" restaurant so fill what's missing with those delicious carbs? The gym to work it all out? Well, I seek out my friend(s).
Recently I went to Montreal to visit a really good friend of mine and when I returned to Calgary, I have to say that I haven't felt so ready to take on anything. I was refreshed and my life took a little reprieve when I was there. So different from the 9 to 5 that I work day in, day out. I also have classes which I need to attend to, however, this little reprieve was needed. Im not sure how to explain it. You know when you're trying to google something and you get the blue bar which mean that the browser is loading and it seems to be loading forever... I click the refresh button and thats what it was like. A breath of fresh air which gave me back my energy and snip-its of what and who I was before life got in the way and seemingly dulled me. I was waiting for something in life to happen and I didn't know where to go from this point onwards. I went away, experienced so many new things which have me reeling, and I am just happier, more interested and have this thirst for life which I haven't felt in such a long time. Like having a nice cold glass of water on an extremely hot day and remembering the chill and how it felt as you drank. Happy and peaceful. Thats exactly how this trip has effected me.

Think about your personal refresh button, seek it out, and go and get it.

Until next time,
F.F

The Irony

Life is like a revolving door, when you kick it, you're thrown out. Much to the surprise of my contemporaries.
A couple of my friends will not be sad to even see them go and others breathe a silent sigh of relief at the fact that they are in fact going and are counting down those very days. Most of all, people feel bad to those who are seemingly dragged in it due to association- shitty luck. Association really is key... huh, who knew?

F.F

Just Sayin'

Hey all,

Need to vent:

Crash is going to piss off to Eastern Canada, waste my father’s hard earned money on some half-wit education in which will sink quickly down the drain when she gets hit over by an inevitable bus in some non-descript busy city while working the street corner as she came to realise that she needed to fund her disgustingly expensive education worth nothing as she is now dead. She will also be the other sister that we no longer talk to. 

Thanks,

F.F

Dem Bitches

What is wrong with the people that we know?
Its a grey area I think. They want something from you, which prompts a fake positive response until they get what they want. That or they are plain out rude to you and that's when you must realize not to fraternize with the assholes and belittlers of society.

You talk to someone that you think looks nice out of some weird pressure which prompts people to make small talk- they want to be your friend.
Someone asks for a ride and in turn they make small talk with you- don't get too pumped that this person wants to be in your personal space, all they want is the ride and the fact that they have to suffer through it is a small price to pay for the insecurity of asking their parents or closer friends. Remember in Transformers, Megan Fox only accepted a ride from Sam because the alternative of walking deemed too taxing.Cuz I do.

It is rare to see something that changes my perspective of society when it is so often proved otherwise. It is nice when people do things for others just because they think that it is the right thing to do, love that. I'm that kind of optimistic person, that secretly believes that there are good people out there who put this facade of being a two timing, narcissistic asshole who has the self esteem of a pre-pubescent girl in the 8th grade and needs to wear his feeble mask to account for the fact that he is a decent guy and is too cowardly to admit such an "awful" thing.

I ask again, what the hell is wrong with society?
It all starts with the people.

F.F

Today is the Day

I wake up to a text message at 7 am which rudely interrupts my fantastic dream, to a friend of mine claiming to have already seen he Hunger Games. Immediate response? "Don't fuck with me" It then all at once hits me, that today I get to see the Hunger Games! Everyone thinks its an exaggeration when I say I'm going to pee myself, and for the most part it is, but if ever a 19 year old needed a reason to pee a little without the use of a toilet... it would be now.
I got up early (around 10.30), I think I'll maybe skip my class, but who knows? I'm going to have to do some breathing exercises to make me calm he fuck down because, this shit is fo real now. At 3pm I am leaving the parking lot and getting into the cinema. If ever there were a reason to buy mass amounts of food from the cinema (with the obvious exception of Harry Potter) it would be to watch this movie.

So pumped I could pee,

F.F

Franny Talk

Recently, I have been informed that my friends take time out of their blissfully empty university lives (sarcasm) to chat about me. Me. YoYo and JonnyBoy apparently fall asleep to Franny Talk... I asked them to enlighten me about this situation... they refused, naturally. I throw my hands up in the air and ask baby J "whyyyyyyy".

Not only do they refuse to tell me what Franny talk is about, they chat about me as though I am not there! In front of my very eyes. You'd think that they would have the common human decency to let me in on what they are talk about me as you know, its ME that they are chatting about. I am running around like a headless chicken wishing to piece this rudely concocted conspiracy driven enigma together much to Potters delight.

OMG I HAVE FOUND INSPIRATION

Four words my little friends. Hunger. Games. (wait for it) Mo. Fuggas.
It comes out tonight, and I am going tomorrow at 3.45 and I am already shitting myself with the anticipation. My sister who lives in Calgary is pacing in her room, wearing the carpet down in her room, its making my mother consider knocking her out.
I'm seeing it tomorrow with Shaun and Ehmi, Potter JonnyBoy, and YoYo.

You know those teen girls who sit in the bottom of the cinema and they scream till they cant anymore because either they are puking with excitement, or crying so hard they cant breathe? I guarantee you, that will be me: only tomorrow. Watch for it.

I am Harry Potter Premier excited for this shit to happen. You don even know. You. Don't. Even. Know. This is almost better than Christmas. I said it. Yup, right thurrrrrrr!

(If this movie turns out to be shit, disregard everything I have said in the above spiel)

Feels good to be back!

F.F