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A Little Princess [Sep. 11th, 2009|03:22 am]
So this is what happened also today... er I mean Yesterday...

After dealing with that bullshit at work, I was furious. Actually, Stephen was going to come on deliveries with me (he usually does if he's not working, which is nice) and he found me crying in the back seat of the car (which was REALLY awkward). It was right after I ranted to Derek.

Anyways, after work, he, Rachel, and Jesse came over and we watched A Little Princess with me. Rachel and I the previous day bought it along with A Secret Garden (in a double feature from Shoppers Drugmart along with Ben and Jerry's ice cream). Wanting to watch A Little Princess with Stephen when I got off work, I made plans with him. But then before my shift I got annoyed with Stephen and Jesse was going to come on deliveries with me so I could be like "rawr". And then BAM drama happened at work, so I was double upset. So having small plans with Jesse, and then actual plans with Stephen, he kind of got annoyed with me, but WHATEVER. I don't even want to get into that...

Basically, I got super grouchy because of work, and got snappy with Stephen, and basically forced him to let me invite Rachel (who really wanted to watch A Little Princess with me at some point) and Jesse to watch the movie with us. And forced him to sit with me in KFC because I wanted a poutine, while we waited for Rachel to show up after my shift. Then forced all of them to Tim Hortons because I was all "I HATE EVERYTHING. I JUST WANT AN ICE CAP!"... after we picked up Jesse, and then we all went to my place and made pop corn and watched the movie.

I feel really selfish because I made them all do that because that's what I wanted to do, but hey... it cheered me up, haha. I don't think I've ever really done that before. Just been like "I'm grumpy and upset. This is what I want to do. If you don't want to, tough. If it bothers you, don't come!"

In the end, we watched the movie. Rachel and I were all into it. Jesse and Stephen giggled at stupid parts. Then by two thirds into the movie, Stephen started talking (I'm surprised he made it that far quietly to be honest), and Rachel and I got annoyed. And then when the movie was over, we sat around just talking. Laughing about the most random things. We talked about Jesse and Stephen in Japan, and crazy poisonous spiders, snakes and centipedes, and the different poisonous things in Australia that Rachel could have possibly encountered. Moved onto whether or not you could kill a bear with your bare hands if you should ever need to. To Raptor Jesus, to old school TV (ie, YTV and their hosts, and what they aired). Before going home. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

Tonight actually really cheered me up, seeing as KFC pissed me off SO much. But yeah! It was awesome. I just wanted to share my night. Haha. I'm a loser like that! But you all still love me.. Or you wouldn't have read all three posts I posted to night, in great length... Haha...


--That loser, Megan

Ps. I'll post more tomorrow. It's freaking LATE....
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Otherwise Work [Sep. 11th, 2009|02:27 am]
So while I finished school on the 21st of September, I was basically jobless for the next two weeks. Knowing I had a job at MTS, Chef Wilton said that September was really slow, so the soonest I'd be working was the 9th, but made no promises. And my real work wont pick up until October when the Moose start playing, etc.

I started working at KFC as a delivery driver on the 13th I'm pretty sure.. Maybe earlier than that, I can't fully remember. Andre gave me Wednesdays and Thursdays. So the next week, I'm pretty sure I worked (19)Wednesday, and then called in on the (20)Thursday and said my sister wanted the car, and didn't go in for whatever reason. I'm pretty sure something was happening. Or my sister really did need the car.

Whatever, so the following week, I work (26)Wednesday, and then (27)Thursday they send in three drivers. I remember asking Jon why he was there, and he asked where I was Thursday, and I told him what I told Andre, my sister needed the car so I couldn't drive. Then he said he works that day.

So the next week I work (2)Wednesday and told Bobbi (because that previous Saturday I was at Monty's) that I'd see a movie with her and people on (3)Thursday. Figuring we usually had three drivers on on a Thursday, I skipped work, and didn't bother to call. Also the previous Tuesday, Andre didn't show for work, leaving Jon to drive by himself on a TUESDAY, and showed up, like an ass, at the end of the night to see how things were, so I figured, no big deal. Holy hell was I wrong.

That next Saturday, party at Andre's for KFC and his birthday. He bitches me out twice at this party all "you can't just not show up for work, blah blah blah", which in all honesty, makes sense. But then again, he goes on to say that Said was the only driver that (3)Thursday. So I was all "what the hell, Jon drives on Thursday too, why wasn't he there?", to which he explains: they always have problems with drivers, so on the 27th where Jon worked too, was because we "always have problems with new drivers" so Jon went in "just in case". Which pisses me off. I mean, I'm Megan, I've worked along with them as a Team Member for over two years. Is that not proof enough of what I'm like as a worker? And that previous Thursday (20) where I didn't come in, I had called in advance? So the Thursday(3) where Said ended up working alone, Jon wanted to go in, but because I showed up the 27th, Andre said no!

Anyways, at this party I told Andre that I started work on Wednesday, and thus couldn't show up for work, but that I'd be there on Thursday, seeing as I didn't work. So he said fine. I guess he found someone to cover my shift on Wednesday.

Anyways, now we're up to date, and I worked today at KFC. I showed up ON TIME at 4pm. First driver there. I thought well this is the day I'll quit, seeing as I have a REAL job now, and in the next up coming week I work both Wednesday and Thursday, and the following week there is no schedule up, so I can't say for sure if I work. But hey, it's my last day, I'll show up.. Quit afterwards. Thought I'd take the short shift, and let Said take long shift.

I take my first delivery and even my second deliver, and when I get back I notice that there are not only myself and Said clocked in but a third driver. I asked Said about it. He said Jon was there. Oh I was furious. Why the HELL was Jon there. So they STILL don't trust me. Fine. I quit right then and there. Bitched to Derek about it. Told Derek I quit. Decided the next delivery was my last one. Two were in that direction so I took two, when I got back, cashed out. And tomorrow I call Andre and tell him.

FUCK KFC.


In other news. MTS rocks! =)

Also, remember how I used to work for my Aunt last year? ...Her papers are piling up again, and she needs assistance.. On the off days where I don't work at MTS, I'll be able to go in at her work, and make a couple extra bucks. I'm pretty excited about that, heehee.
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MTS Centre! [Sep. 11th, 2009|01:27 am]
Okay, so I officially work at the MTS Centre! It is my placement for the co-op work term for the Culinary Art program I am still in at the Red River College!

In the final weeks of school I met with Mr Thornton and discussed my placement. Made a list of about 9 places (mostly retirement homes and the like) for him to send my resume to. Out of the 9 places he chose Dakota House and the MTS Centre.

And in the final week of school I had an interview at each place on the same day. Chef Roger Wilton, from MTS Centre, came to our school. It was a Tuesday, most likely the 18th. And at around 1pm had an interview with me.

He was really nice, asked me questions about school. To which after I ran away to Dakota house for 3pm, where I had another interview with Kevin, their chef. I forget his last name. Both Pam and I had interviews there, which was odd, since I was the ONLY one from RRC that asked to be placed there. I ran into Maia (Aaron's girlfriend) during my interview. Chef Kevin (which I will call him) was giving me a tour of their kitchen, and she just... showed up (working). She told me it was weird that Pam was hired, since apparently he told her he had liked me better. However, he told Chef Thornton that he had really liked me, and wanted to hire me, and that my interview went really, really well. Only he had been worried that because they tend to get busy and stuff, that in a rush it would be difficult for me to get things from higher shelves and stuff and with their smaller staff, I wouldn't always have someone around to ask for help. Which makes sense, and he had wished me luck in finding placement. But then again, Chef Wilton hired me instantly. Sooo, Woo?

Dakota House had been my first choice, but after actually working a day at MTS Centre I think I really will enjoy it.

ANYWAYS! Wednesday, September 9, 2009, 9:00 am was my very first official shift. Chef Wilton called me one week before hand and told me about it. I showed up and had to go in the security entrance. I buzzed the door, and they just let me in. They didn't ask who I was, or what I was doing there. Then I went downstairs and looked for the security office. I signed in, and waited for Chef Wilton to find me. When I got there 5 other students from RRC were there. June, who was in my section, Dwayne, who was in section one (both were in my class), and two Jamaican students, Dorothy and Obry (they're actually from Jamaica).

They were all there, signing sheets like when you first start working at places. Then we got a general tour of the kitchen. Got our uniforms. We had to bring our own pants and shoes, while they supplied us with hats and jackets. We can keep our hats, but they keep the jackets and wash them for us. Chef will try and get me a XS which will be nice, the small was big...

Then we got a tour of the MTS building. We walked around the entire basement level. Got to see a restaurant that we may work in at some point. And we got to see the dressing rooms. And this other lounge like room the Moose and other hockey team players hang out in! Uhh, and on other floors we got to see a room that we could hold banquets in, and the suites! We got to go on the top floor and look down at the entire arena! And they told us of an event that we might be able to host (it's after work term, so some of us might work it if we change to part time), where they take the entire arena and set it up SUPER fancy and host a 5 course dinner for 1000-1200 people! I REALLY want to work that!! I think it would be SO cool!! They showed us different places we could be cooking in. There's a interesting short order kitchen that looks fancy like, and then there is a little kiosk type thing we could run (apparently there is two, but we only looked at one).

Anyways, after that we then went back into the kitchen, met with the sous chef and the ... I'll call him the day Chef. Chef Wilton is the head Chef. And I don't remember the names of the other chefs. I'll probably be working with the "day Chef" lots, since I'll be a prep cook in the beginning. That evening was going to be a dinner for the Chef's Association. All the head chefs around the city would be there, including many chefs from the College! We were invited to go, but I didn't. So we were doing a lot of prep for that.

We did a lot of odd jobs. Some of us were off making mini BLT's on skewers (toothpick size ones). And I remember I had to crush something that I want to call "Cayennecorn" (but wasn't called that) to add to mayo to make a fancy mayo, and then put them into 4 oz portion cups. Then we cleaned up and the day chef, who the staff that was there kept calling Mailman (for whatever reason), that I really want to call Paul or Ryan/Brian (not sure which is his first name and which is his last name... I'm SO confused on that one).. Anyways, he made us lunch. And it wasn't a traditional lunch break. Like we stopped, had lunch, cleaned up for it, sat around for like 5 minutes, I texted a few people, and then went straight back to work.

Then basically I helped make sushi. And by make sushi means, Obry and Mailman rolled it, and I cut it. And then Sam (another girl that worked there) made wasabi figurines, and then all the girls, which were: Me, Dorothy, June and Sam plated them, and made fancy holdy thingers out of cucumber. And then June, myself and a guy that already worked there named Steve took frozen cut up things of potatoes and breaded them. There was one other worker there and I want to call him Andre or Andrew, because I think his name started with an A. He actually went to RRC, and is in his second year. His name might actually be George... I have NO idea what his name was, we never talked. Anyways, then we cleaned up, were shown how to sign out, and left at 4:15. A good solid 7.25 hour shift. I'm really excited to work there!

My next shift is Saturday, 9am at MTS Centre. I specify MTS Centre because really I can be placed there or at the Stadium (or at a random other place, but chances of that are slim to none). I'll be working with at least June, if not any of the others from school. But then on Sunday, I'll be working at MTS Centre 9am, while the other 4 from school will be over at the Stadium 10am working the Banjo Bowl. To days off, then I work Wednesday and Thursday, then another two days off, and then I work Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, all shifts at MTS at 9am. Then I have to wait for the next schedule to be up. Wooo, life has meaning again!
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It's An Attack! [Sep. 11th, 2009|01:18 am]
Okay, I miss miss miss my livejournal! <3

I haven't posted in here in foreverrrrrr. I think my last post was made in April. I kind of abandoned the internets for a while. Not even going on MSN (where I basically lived) for days at a time! But anyways, so I've got a bit of filling in to do. A lot has changed since April: school, vegetarian-ism, "dating", people moving, life in general. Wow. Okay soooo, yesss. And I have a lot of READING to do... Because unlike me, other people actually USE their livejournals still.

And I need to rant about a lot of things (for the sake of ranting). Ranting is one of the few things I'm good at. Seriously.

Oh, I also need to talk about working, cause I'm excited about life again. I'm actually SO excited about life again. AND it's fall. And I'm happy. And wow, I was SO angry today, and to be excited for something. Yes. Yes. I'm kind of hyper. I'll start posting now. There will be LOTS of posts from today, only because I like using subject headlines. Wooo... Let the attack begin!


--Merrgan!
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Fuck Staples. [Jun. 22nd, 2009|11:00 pm]
It all started with:
"Megan needs to take charge of her life. This is the turning point. I won't look back."

I had a bit of an epiphany. Basically I was doing MAJOR thinking about school and my future and all that jazz. I wanted to start taking my life seriously.

I realized I never know dead lines, I just kind of wing it for tests. I do my homework last minute/half assed. And it is just not acceptable. I mean, if this is something I am as passionate about as I say I am then I should act it.

I've taken it upon myself to book an appointment with my councilor just mostly to touch base. Haven't seen or talked to her in two months. And I make an appointment with the Co-op Ed Chef to figure out my best placement options. Like if I should be considering going into a hotel, catering, or buffet work for my co-op term

And then I decided to grab a day planner, to carry around. So I can write down from school dead lines for assignments, up coming tests. Things about meetings with those I mentioned previously.

And I went to the school bookstore, but they didn't have ANY day planners. And I lost the one they originally gave me at the beginning of the school year. Soooo, off to staples.

I found like the perfect one. Small enough to fit in a purse. Big enough that I can write several things down in one space. Had the entire month laid out. Printed on *recycled* paper. I was like, BOOYA found exactly the perfect one.

25 fucking dollars.

The god damn thing started in January 2009 and ended December 2009. Half the fucking year was already over for it, and they're still charging 25 fucking dollars! I was soo upset. I had already walked up to the till. So I went back to the isle.

Nothing at all suited what I wanted. And any of the heavy duty ones that I thought were a bit much, I noticed being $100+!

Eff that!!

So I looked at the ones they had starting August 2009 to December 2010. And that wont at all help me for right now. I was getting really frustrated! And those all had to be around $15. I was just getting more and more irritated. I had been in staples for almost an hour at that point. And I HATE the staples smell. Ever noticed there is a distinct smell there?

This is when Rachel called, and convinced me to go to Walmart for a cheap one. So I got one there.

I fucking hate staples. I honestly felt like I needed a hug at that point.

Yeah, I'm a loser. You love me.
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Father's Day [Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:43 am]
I was so excited. I was going to hang out with my dad. When he was helping me help Pam move some stuff (bed and TV) he said "I can't wait to see what Megan has planned for me for tomorrow". So I was like, hey, why not plan something. So we dropped Pam off at her new place, brought her stuff in, and on the drive home I asked him what he would like to do. Grab something to eat, go out for ice cream, or something like that. He chose ice cream.

I asked where, BDI, Banana Boat, or Sargent Sundae? We've always been to BDI, so I thought with the other choices out there we might try something new. I once went to Sargent Sundae which was right by the park, and that was kind of fun.

He picked BDI because he remembers how when me and my sister were little we'd go and we'd cross the bridge and play at the park.

And when I say I was planning this for fathers day, I don't mean just for my dad, I mean for the family.

So anyways, Sunday morning comes. I'm up around 9:30 - 10 ish. My dad is already out. I think, you know, no biggie he might be home soon. My sister works at 2, so I figured we'd go for 12. 12 rolls by and my dad isn't home. I take a nap. When I wake up, dad still isn't home, and my sister is now at work. My mom says that he's at Alvin's. Whatever. My sister gets home from work at 8:30, he should be home by then. I clean the basement, do some dusting, sit with my mom. Made dinner with her. Around 8, she leaves to pick up my dad.

The get home before my sister around 8:45. I change and then go outside to ask my dad if he's still willing to go. He said he wasn't feeling well. All bummed out I go inside and tell my mom. She rats him out. He's fucking hung over.

He ditched me to drink.

My mom even told me that he had gone and told her about how I was planning this.

FML.

Seriously, why am I even shocked?

I still went to the BDI with my sister and mom. That was actually nice. Cheered me up a bit. I hope it cheered my mom up too.

Whatever. I hope he feels bad.
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Tie Dye Chef [Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:27 am]
I am the tie dye chef.

In my first week of working in the Hard Drive, I destroyed two jackets. I only have two jackets.

My week looked something like this:
Monday: Intro day.
Spent the morning going over recipes and was introduced to the kitchen

Tuesday: Prep day.
I was on milkshakes and ordering, so I had to make the coulis for wednesday. There were 5 in total that I had to make. I've never made them before so I was a little worried. All I had to do really was boil the berries, puree them in a food processor, force them through a strainer, and bottle them up. I got four of them done in that time and had the fifth one started. There was raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, and a splash of mango on the front of my jacket. No big deal... N.B.D.

Wednesday: Prep day number two.
Finished the last couli. Black Cherry. Added cherry to the front of my uniform. Just by looking at the colours I knew which couli was which. Then I had to switch jackets, to the clean one. Finished setting up everything for the next day! Woo! We opened Thursday for the first time.

Thursday: First day opened.
I spent two hours on ordering, since during breakfast no one orders milkshakes. Do you know how fucking cold that god damn walk in freezer gets? Even the fridge is pretty cold. I had to keep changing where I was looking for product because it was so cold. Started looking at spices and everything. Man o man. At lunch I got 4 milkshakes, so I helped those in the back with their prep. Figured I'd just get in the way if I was upfront. Once we closed after lunch, 7 students, classmates of mine, ordered milkshakes...

Friday: Griddle Juniour (for lunch).
Basically I was in charge of the griddler and fryer. I had to drop the fries, drop the onion rings, pay attention to the garlic bread, and make the monte cristo sandwiches. Only one sandwich was ordered all lunch. Everyone else ordered the special which June was in charge of. She used the griddle more then me, and yet I got stuck cleaning it. This is how I destroyed ANOTHER jacket. FML.


Nikki is selling me one of her jackets for $25. I'll go and buy a second tomorrow for $42 (plus whatever tax). Then I will try and be cleaner for the rest of the term...
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Nutmeg [Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:00 am]
Yeah I got a nickname at the end of Patisserie.

Everyone called me Merasky, because Kyle mispronounced my name for a long time before I noticed it. Then they called me Meraskeet... Like that song. Which was horrible. And now they call me nutmeg. I guess it's a little better. Step up from Meraskeet, that's for sure.

Patisserie went well. I actually passed that exam on my first try! WOO!

I was actually really worried for that exam.

The weekend before my exam I went out and ended up getting really sick. A really bad throat virus thinger, and I felt like I was dying. I went to school on Monday wrote two tests, went to talk to Chef about going home early. Chef Pattie actually took a step back from me, and told me to get out of his kitchen, haha.

Tuesday I was a bit better. Not much, but I wanted to stay since it was our practice day. The day prior we worked on Lemon Curds, which was one of the 18 items potentially on the test.

We got 4 hours to make 7 items. What we didn't realize was lemon meringue pie was 3 items. A crust, custard filling, and whipped topping, etc. Anyways...

I went to class, and stayed through the morning. I ended up getting my bread done, fucked up half of my rolls and had to throw them out. Burn half my stupid tart shells, and they had to be thrown out. Screwed up my lemon curd filling, which was apparently supposed to be fool proof, and that was it. I spent much of the morning crying. With a day like that, I figured there was no way in hell I could pass the actual exam. Bread, buns, tarts, and lemon curd. That's 4 items in 4.5 hours. No where near a pass.

I even ended up crying in front of chef.

I went home. Spent all Wednesday reading over the text book. Reading over my journal. Writing down extra notes on all the recipe's we could be getting on the test day. Mentally going over how each recipe was done in class. I wanted to be prepared.

When I got into the class, and I got my template, I went over a brief time line, and kept my pocket watch in sight. I was not going to burn ANYTHING this time. I watched that damn watch carefully. I wrote down on sticky notes when I put something in, and roughly when it should be taken out/turned around.

I got poached meringue, and settled on only making 3 out of the 12. I sacrificed quantity (not quality) instead of time marks. For every minute we went over we lost one mark. And could only lose 15 marks, before it was no longer worth it.

I passed with a 84. IN YOUR FUCKING FACE SOWSAN.

I finished patisserie with an 80.
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Blood Test [Apr. 18th, 2009|09:23 am]
My new doctor wanted all my blood word done right off the bat. I saw her on Wednesday. She's nice, I like her, having a female doctor is actually really different and I never really expected it to. I just always though a doctor was a doctor. All my doctors up until now were male.

Anyways, so I went for blood work on Friday. I had to fast all morning, which wasn't going to be difficult. I usually skip breakfast these days, and grab three hash brown patties at break around 9:45. So really, I wasn't missing much.

I get to the office around 1, and I'm a little pretty hungry. So I'm glad I went straight there from school. My mom had to get blood work done too, so she went a head of me. After several minutes she returns and it's my turn.

I go into the office, wait a couple minutes and the nurse comes in. I haven't had blood work done since I was a kid, so I was a little nervous. She pulls out a needle that looks like the one they used to pierce my lip. Then she starts looking for a vein. She asks which arm works better, and I tell her I don't remember. So she checks both arms, and decides on the left one. She continues looking for one for quite a while.

After about two minutes she settles on one, cleans it, and sticks the needle in. Then after 30 seconds, she takes it out. It didn't work. So she looks at my other arm. No vein. She continues looking at my arms. Asks if they've ever taken blood from my hand, and I said no. So continues looking at my arms for a couple minutes.

Then she leaves and comes back with another needle. And asks if it's alright she draws blood from my hand. I said it was okay, and she tells me it will hurt more. I'm fine with that. Dear lord does it hurt. No dice. She has to take the needle out. My blood is stubborn.

She then goes back to my right arm. Can't find the vein. Goes back to my left arm, tries another vein. STILL NO BLOOD. She had to call in another nurse. The lady comes in. Looks at the two bandages on my left arm (the last needle was close enough to a different spot so I only needed one bandage), and then takes my right arm. "She poked you twice did she?" She says to me (she didn't know it was three times). "We'll get this done in one." I'm thinking: you damn well better!!

She ties that blue rubber band thing around my arm and looks for the vein. She can't find one. So she moves the rubber band lower on my arm, halfway between my wrist and elbow. I'm a little nervous since that's where the last nurse put it before stabbing my hand. I've had IV's put into my hand before, tons of times, this did not compare!

Thankfully she drew the blood from above my wrist, reverse side. After slapping the hell out of my hand, wrist and reverse side of the wrist. "Nothing personal" she said. My hand hasn't been that red since I played slaps with Myles in high school. Finally she was able to draw enough blood.

The first nurse explained to the second nurse that my veins kept collapsing. You know what's weird though? I could feel my veins collapsing. It's a very weird feeling. When I finally came out of the room, my mom asked if I fainted.

Even if I ever did make the weight requirement, I'll never be able to donate blood.
My veins are small, like to hide, collapse when found, and my blood is stubborn as hell.
I left with three bandaids and four marks. Those tests better be good!
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Time Out [Apr. 14th, 2009|11:38 pm]
Chef put me into a time out today.

Not really relevant to subject. )

Anyways. Yes, I got put into a time out. While I was working today, I started falling behind again. I wasn't stressing out or anything, and I wasn't getting overwhelmed. I just started over heating. And whenever I get too warm, I have a hard time breathing. So I started coughing everywhere, and chef took me aside made me sit in the office, and I wasn't allowed to leave until he said I could. I had to sit in his office for 20 minutes. I don't like sitting in the office. He told me I have to stop pushing myself too hard, and I have to be honest to myself.
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