One Week To Go

With only one week to go until University orientation, it's now time for the paranoia to set in - all those questions about what I'll need to do there that I've put off for so long are starting to re-emerge... and get answered.


I'm known for being shy and timid. If you asked when the last time I went downtown with some friends for the night I probably wouldn't be able to remember because it's been so long, or choose to say "I don't know" because I'm too embarassed to remember because something happened that I'll never mention again until some idiot brings it up at my 21st.
I guess being partially self-reliant is key to surviving University, because you don't have people looking over your shoulder all the time guiding you in the right direction. I guess that's why I'm slightly scared - I have bad Atychiphobia; that's fear of failure.
I just hate it whenever I screw something up and have to start again. Sure, that's fine if you're doing an essay, you just do it again in the time remaining.
I'm talking about spending thousands of dollars chasing a specialised education, before realising 20 years later that it's not what you wanted to do. You can't repeat that, can you? You only get one chance at life; unless you come back as an animal or something but we'll save the religious discussions for later.


I'm talking about how I've made so much progress into making friends when I had nothing to go on when I first went to college. I've got several now; I keep in touch via email, and that's great... but now I'm going to a University knowing a couple of other people and I'm starting again. Adding in that I'm not a social person, the chances of me finding a similar-sized group a friends I can freely socialise with is lower than the IQ of an ant that went to boarding school.


I just wish there was a guide to life, you know? I'm much better at doing things when they're written down, rather than go straight into using it, hope for the best, and figure out what went worng if something did go wrong. Because relations don't work that way. That, and I haven't had much experience. Anything I know gets filed under the "what not to do otherwise you'll get canned laughter and sad sound effects come out of nowhere because you stuffed up so bad you have several eggs and a side of bacon on your face" category, since most of my knowledge comes from several American teen sitcoms. From the 90s. Man, I'm so old fashioned. I don't even have a Facebook for pete sake! I have a blog instead! Is that still acceptable?


Right, don't know where that last paragraph went to, but anyway... that's enough for "adventures in my depressed mindset" for now, let's move on to something a little less depressing, shall we?


I'm working, yadda yadda... selling stuff blah blah... ok, nothing to report here. Lets just cut our losses and end this early.


The Final Section
Right, we had two videos last time, so here's two sites related to my retail situation.
What I've Stumbled Upon: This first site saved my neck (in more ways than one) since I am absolutely hopeless at tieing a tie let alone getting one done in ten minutes before I left for work on Saturday. Luckily I found this website to help out. It may not be a humourous or outstandingly interesting site, but useful? Maybe...
Secondly today, I haven't had any people come into work asking extremely dim questions, but for the times when you feel like everyone else had had one up on you, read these stories and you, the retail worker, shall feel more superior.


That's me for now, see you Saturday!