Its been quite some time since I've written a blog (as if a week is that long...), and of course, my life is as dramatic and roller coaster-like in nature as ever. This will be a long blog, dealing with money situations, my job as a floor representative, issues with friends, school, stress... I don't know really. I think I'll just start writing and go with whatever direction this takes me. Yeah... that sounds like a pretty good plan... now, where to start. Lets go with the least dangerous topic!
My financial situation is looking less grim! As you may recall if you've read any of my other posts, due to the turmoil that is the American economy, I have been 150% unsuccessful in finding a loan, and this has proved to be very... bad. Well, as a last resort plan, my mom has decided to take out a personal bank loan of $5,000 to pay for this semester, they are going to tack the loan onto her car loan. I'm going to pay her back in full of course, but what this means is that she will be financially tapped out and will not be able to help me financially for... the rest of forever. She also informed me that she will be unable to send me money each month for food and stuff... which she never told me she was doing anyway, so... yeah.
The American dollar is up $.21!!! Wicked, right? Now, do the math: I'm getting an American check for $5,000... American money. Now, add $.21 on the dollar to that, and you will get my lovely exchange rate. A nice chuck of spending money if I do say so myself! The American might go up more... if its up $.25 by the time I cash my check, I will be getting an extra $1,250... sweeet! :)
Now, onto my angry ranting about things that make me angry.
I am the floor representative for 3rd East in the Residence Council here at Sir Wilfred Grenfell College. Meaning basically tat I got to meetings every Sunday and help with deciding residence events for the upcoming week. Man, I don't even know where to start... firstly, I guess, is that I found out that some people are not happy with how I've been doing my job. This week is "I Fell For Grenfell" week, which is a huge week where we celebrate our school and hold a HUGE assortment of activities... everything you can think of, including belly dancing lessons, a campus dash, bake sales, a cake auction, and of course tonight's event: The Hallow-Green Fashion show.
Now that I said that, here's part one of my rant. I do my job, and I do it well. Using posters and flyers, Facebook, and my own voice, I do my best to make sure that my floor is informed of everything that goes on each week, but some people aren't happy with that. Yesterday was the day of our cake auction, so I was given a $20 budget to buy cake stuff for my floor. Now, I had my own ideas in my head as to what kind of cakes I wanted to make, but you can only get so much with $20 so I thought small. At out floor meeting when I said this, the VP of council was not happy with me, and ended up just being cross with me and made me round up people to bake with me, since it was a floor event. Well... no one wanted to. So Matt and I baked two amazing chocolate cakes and decorated them on our own. No help from the floor. Katelynn made her own exquisite cake too, but that was later.
And then Erikalynn knocked on my door, she's the Pres. Apparently "someone" has complained about me to her, saying that I was skipping meetings and not informing my floor properly. First off, I missed ONE floor meeting, and here is why: We were having a potluck, and everyone was there eating. I finished eating, I went to my room. End of story. But no, Gill decided that she wanted to call a floor meeting out of thin air, right then and there. Well, I was gone. I had no prior notice of this meeting, and I didn't have to stay. So I left. She knocked on my door an hour later and harassed me about "skipping" the meeting that she pulled out her ass on the spot. I was not happy. Next, it was brought up that I missed that night's (this past Sunday) council meeting. Ah, another valid excuse: I left my purse at the grocery store, it had all my information and cards in it, I was freaking out and took a cab to get it. But apparently it wasn't a good enough excuse. Basically, it was brought to my attention that people think I'm doing this job so that I can be an RA next year, and not because I want to actually do this job. This is bullshit. First off, I won't BE HERE next year to be an RA, so they can blow it out their ass, and second of all, if I didn't want to do it... I WOULDN'T DO IT! Hard concept to grasp?!
So yeah, we went over possible ways that I could "do my job better" and such... sigh. So the next day I helped out as much as humanly possible with the silent auction, I helped start and clean up, as well as spend my breaks there, just so people would stop complaining about how I did my duties. Anyway, each floor submitted cakes (or baked goods...) and recieved 50 points per entry. One floor decided to abuse this. They submitted (or so they said) 43 entries, out of the 66 from all 6 floors. We did the math, we're pretty sure this was inaccurate. Anyway. All the floors EXCEPT that one submitted gorgeous cakes with designs that clearly involved a lot of efford on their part. The all girl floor had a massive cake in beautiful colors shaped like a castle... it was beautiful. There were tons of amazing entries. Now, this other floor? Plates with 5 burned and mishapen cookies were submitted as entries, along with half-ass cakes... and yet because of the rules, they recieved the same amout of points. We were very angry about this and are working to find a way to make it fair. I'm sorry, but 5 shitty burned cookies should be worth the same amount as a 2 foot tall castle cake, or any of the other GOOD entries.
Now, onto tonight. Tonight was the Hallow-Green costume fashion show. Once again, that same DAMN floor, has upset me. Myself, along with the other floor reps (well, the ones who decided to show up), were judges. Now, its understandable to be biased, wanting your floor's costumes to win prizes, but one girl took it way overboard. All the floors entered except two, and all the floor reps were there except three. Anyway, one of the judges (coincidentally, the floor rep from the floor who cheated their way through the cake auction) was a bitch, just gunna come out and say it. She refused to listen to anything we had to say, and was 100% biased. She wanted her floor to win, badly. Obviously. So she kept arguing against the other three of us, refusing to listen to what we had to say. Eventually, we just agreed wo shut her up, but it wasn't good enough. The person who won the eco-friendly award had a costume made of PLASTIC bottles (from her floor, obviously...), and I was confronted about it afterwards, because people were as upset about it as I was. Anyway... bitch... we're trying to find ways to make it fair, because there are people who worked MUCH harder who should have won, but didn't. All the judges agree. Except her, of course.
So... my last thing I guess (anger makes me tired), is a good thing. ScotiaBank are fucktards and gave me the wrong number of days it would take for my money to be useable. Basically, I've had $500 sitting in my acount, fully able to be used, and they just decided to... gah... too angry now to write. Anyway, I have $500... well, less, I bought a winter coat and some groceries today... but still. Money. Goodnight!
These have been the words of Jan... thanks for reading.
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