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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Wow, look what time forgot

Wow, just about two years since I last posted here. What can I say, I've had more important stuff to do lately than keep up with a blog. So what's new? Been working, paid off my debts, started karate and went on vacation. An entire year, just like that.

I'm much better with facebook.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

STFU

Today was an okay day. It was raining, but that's alright. Rain is needed sometimes. It's my free day. Since I don't have a job yet, I use it for study and assignments. that also means I wake up later than I usually do. I wake up at 7 normally, so it's okay to sleep in 'till 9. Especially on my free day. The fact that my free day is on Wednesday makes it much sweeter. Nothing like starting Hump day more relaxed than everyone else. Of course 'everyone else' was still bitchy about Tuesday night - when I didn't do the dishes because I was too fucking tired. I had a night class. I got home late. I ate dinner late. Understandably I'd be tired and the dishes would be done late.

Seriously, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

The year of limbo

So, this year was the year I'm supposed to graduate. That didn't happen. Not entirely my fault. A few years ago I went for an advising session to see if my life was still on the track I put it on. They told me if I took Course A it would replace Course C, since all my slots for Section A courses were filled and Course A and C are related somehow. Two years later and it turns out they were wrong. I'm still missing Course C and need to do it. I'm like a perpetual late bloomer or something. Always getting into things later than everybody else.

It's been a mixed blessing. I'm doing other courses that give me more speciality in my major and a shot at an internship. It's definately a better situation than sitting at home, receiving the occasional interview, and getting subtle hints from my parents to move out as fast as possible.

Compared to other people I feel as though I'm not prepared for life. Others seem to have a back up plan for when the first falls through. And then a back up plan for that.

Need a job right now. Anything that pays money. Save up something for whatever down the road.

Apparently I'm good at following recipes, so I guess I'll make a hobby out of modifying them and see how they taste.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Todays lesson

Last Thursday I was on my way to school. My afternoon class was cancelled and I decided to spend that time playing some badminton. God forbid I actually read ahead once in a while.

As I'm leaving my neighborhood a car pulls up and the driver asks me where I play badminton. He says he's been up until two years ago and is just getting back into it. Even though the guy lives on my street it's still a pretty random encoutner. I tell him I play at York. He asks what I study. I tell him I'm in IT (biggest middle level profession out there right now. Don't know why I set myself up for this kind of competition). Now he looks interested and mentions he runs a web marketing business. He says he'd like to meet and discuss some stuff, and if the fit is right, maybe something could be worked out.

Call me naive, but I've been searching for a job in my field since last September. I've had no replies Since it's getting really close to my graduation date I'm ready to grab anything even remotely related to my field. Understandably I'm pretty happy about this. Not only did I get an interview, I got it through a shared interest. What are the chances of that?

Come Sunday, the day we met, I get to the coffee shop early. I had planned on taking the subway so I'd get there 15 minutes early. My dad happened to get home just as I was leaving so I was able to drive there and was 30 minutes early. I go in, get a table and order a coffee and donut. I take out my debit card but the cashier says they don't have a debit machine. Crap, I think. And what the hell? What kind of eating establishment doesn't have a debit machine?

Suddenly I hear my name. I turn around and it turns out the guy I'm meeting is early too. He offers to pay for my food. I thank him for being generous. The total was $2.11, but etiquette is etiquette.

We sit and make smalltalk. How was my weekend, how was his, whatever. We get down to business and he tells me all about his business. He says he's in internet marketing. Then he brings out this pamphlet with ICommerce written on the front. He opens it and explains that in between the manufacturers and the customers there's a whole bunch of middle men. The reason why things made China for $5 are sold here for $100 is 'cause of these middle men all taking their share. In order to make money you have to become one of these middle men. Then he starts talking about how if I have the right fit I can use the current infrastructure in place to train myself and get into internet marketing.

He pauses here for a bit and I ask him, what is it that he markets? Is it software products, consulting, or something like that? I ask because it says on his card that he's a Business Consultant with Global Web Marketing. I kind of expected something to do with consulting firms on how to run an e-business.

Then he drops the bomb. "Health products", he says. I'm confused. Perhaps there's a possibility that I'm to moderate an online store or make one or something. "It's not door to door. You don't sell door to door.", he assures me. I'm confused again. What is a company that seemingly is all about consulting selling health products?

He goes back to the pamphlet and starts going through it. At this point I'm approaching everything with a filter. A shittalking filter that sieves out the crap from the grains of truth. He points out things such as the affiliates they're associated with. Famous businesses that many people know, such as Royal Bank (May have been too smeared in shit to be discernable. Besides, he only showed me that list for less than a second. Guess he didn't want me looking too close).

Then he starts saying that this business is meant to be a supplement to my income. He makes damn clear that he's not saying I should quit my current part time job. In fact, I can work at this business for 10-15 hours a week and still be able to make an extra $500 in about a months time.

At this point he switched gears and started talking about growth in ecommerce in countries like China and India. He claims that this type of buisiness marketing is the fastest growing in the past 5 years. This is a trend I closely follow. While it's techinically true, since ecommerce has only been around since computers were able to handle it, it's also been hampered by user distrust. Not enough people trust the technology to make it mainstream. But it's getting there.

He asks me where I think I am on a scale that measures initiative. I give bullshit for bullshit. Then he asks me where I think I am on the independant thought scale. Same answer.

So, I basically sat with this guy for half an hour and got nothing out of it except for a penciled-in meeting for the comping Tuesday.

When I get home I send him an email thanking him for his time and asking if he had a website I could look at. There was no such information on his business card and nothing could be found by Google in my attempts to prepare for this meeting.

I'm loking through this site and it all looks pretty legit. There's a products section that has exactly what he told me earlier. There's an online store integrated in with the products page. Probably that infrastructure he was talking about before. Then I see a link called "Success Stories". Curiosity piqued, I read some. They all involve highly educated people, some with Masters or phD's, extolling the benefits of this type of business and something called Britt Worldwide. This is the first time I've heard of this organization. I Google them and came up with this. I needed an IBO (Independant Business Operator) number and a password to access it, but it's clear that it's BWW pulling the strings in this business.

This would be the end of the story if it were not for my keen eye (I've been told to harness this power for good, but I find it more personally benefitting to use it to ogle girls. I can even take it out and look around corners.). Britt looked familiar. Too familiar. Going back to the site the guy gave me, I looked through the Success Stories again. Sure enough Britt was in the first two entries. One old guy in his late 60's and another, presumabely his son. His son's success story said that once he had attained Diamond he was able to live a carefree lifestyle. Bullshit filter interprets that as Grade A with a fishy odour to it.

Googling the name found this. Bill Britt, the first success story in the website, the apparant owner of Britt Worldwide, and the President of Quixtar is the motherfucking President of Amway! The same Amway that is famous for being the biggest pyramid scheme ever. They even had the same classification system. Diamonds were their biggest sellers. But not of Amway/Quixtar products; of Amway/Quixtar training/motivational materials. The only way to succeed in this 'business' is to get as many desperate, gullible people as you can and convince them they need you and your tapes.

After finding all this out I immediately emailed him and told him I decided this wasn't the 'right fit' for me and cancelled our next meeting. I feel a little better about having no job prospects for the future. Just a little.

Friday, January 13, 2006

You didn't pay attention in kindergarten, did you?

I was waiting for the bus at Sheppard station when guy comes running up to the 84 West platform just as the bus leaves. "Fuck!", he swears at the departing bus. A gust of wind blows the baseball cap off his head. "Aw, Fuck!", he swears as he races to pick up his cap.

Everyone in the station within hearing distance is looking at him and smirking, or smiling, or some such behaviour to indicate that they're laughing at him on the inside. Even though I pitied him, I couldn't help but crack a smile. Just looking at the guy I understood why in highschool there are those that just seem to beg to be ridiculed. The guy looked like he had slept in way late. He was dressed in sweats and didn't look like he'd showered yet. Plus all the muttering and swearing under his breath while waiting for the next bus.

The 196 came and he got on with the rest of us. Not two minutes out of the station he spazzes at the driver saying whenever he's early the 84 is late and whenever the 84 is early he's late. He made his final note saying that he hoped our driver got him to Downsview before the 84. He made his way back to his seat while muttering about three seconds.

Suffice it to say the driver did not make it to Downsview before the 84. In fact he drove slow on purpose and stayed directly behind the 84 all the way there. When arriving at the station he drove around to the 196 platform. The guy would have to run the entire length of the platform if he was going to make it on the 84. He didn't.

He insisted on giving our driver one last piece of his mind. "Awww!", he whined, "I thought this was supposed to be a rocket bus!"

"That's right", the driver replies, "I go to the moon." Some people snickered at that.

"That's not a rocket bus!", he insists, "Look, you - "

"That's right, you're smart!" the driver says sarcastically before closing the doors.

We all have bad days but at least have the courtesy to leave other people out of it. It's not their fault you're pissed off. If you act out your anger on others, you deserve whatever comes to you.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Son of a bitch! I have a blog!

Damn it's been a long time since I last posted. I only remembered 'cause I read my friend's blog and we have the same layout.

Anyway, what's new? I made the Technical Exec position in my club. I take care of all the online accounts they have; which this year turns out to be just the website since no one uses Friendster, looks at the photo gallery, and up until this September, goes to the forum anymore.

I kinda expected that with the position came the mutual friendship of all the other execs. Not so, it seems. Things are a little more awkward this year. They only speak to me if they need me for something. It's like a work friendship or something. Unless we're there to accomplish some common goal we have no reason to interact outside of accomplishing that goal. I'm biased, probably, but it seems that they welcome total strangers into their inner circle just to rub it in.


This year I gotta find a girlfriend. I think my mom thinks I'm gay. The other night I was watching Nightstalker (X-Files made for kids raised on Dawson's Creek) and my mom asked me, "What is he? Are those two gays?" The hell? How would I know? This isn't even the first time. She'll ask me every so often, and she's smart about it too 'cause she won't ask about the same show twice. It's like she's building a psych profile to compare with other mom's sons who are confirmed to be gay. But I digress. I feel I NEED a girlfriend this year. After I (finally) figured out that I could've had the girl in my class over summer but let her slip by to our mutual friend, I feel like I have to make up for that nailbat to the head. The worst part is I didn't even see it coming. He made no overt gestures at all. I guess through their shared love of drinking they figured out they both like the same beers or something.

I gotta get back to studying. Spent nearly an hour writing this for you bitches to read (if anybody actually does read this).

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Mr Nice Guy Doesn't Live Here Anymore

Girls don't want to date the nice guy. Despite what
they say they want to date the jerk, the rebel, whatever
you call it, they want the exact opposite of the
nice guy. The nice guy may have a lot of good qualities
, however girls will only see them after the jerk/rebel
has dumped them and moved on. They will then go to
the nice guy is for some comfort 'cause they know they'll
always be there ready and willing to be used as a tissue,
crying pillow, or whatever.

I'm tired of girls coming to me with problems thinking
I can relate or that I can provide some insight into
why their boyfriend's a jerk.

Here's a clue - he's a jerk. Plain and simple. If I
could see it why couldn't you? Why come looking for
advice now when you could have taken it before and
saved yourself and me this drama? I sure as hell
don't want it, especially since I didn't go looking
for it in the first place.

Therefore I hereby cancel my membership in the
Nice Guy Association. If you call hoping for a shoulder
to cry on, call one of your girlfriends instead.
I'll likely be screening.