I haven’t had much to think about these remaining weeks of summer. I’m lacking WiFi, so I can’t play Mario Kart Wii much anymore, considering the offline stuff just isn’t the same. So my mind has been wandering to school.
Bleh… I’m graduating this year. T__T
I’m happy to get out of school, but I don’t know what I’m going to do for university. I can’t go into sciences because I haven’t taken any past the mandatory ones. I can’t go into history. I’m not going into math. Business is boring. History isn’t my forte unless it’s ancient civilizations… And French/International Languages… Hah. Geography is dull. English is a pain in University. Law would end up making me fear for my life since criminal law is the only interesting one. And there’s not much I can do with my 4 credits of Communications Technology.
For the past few years, I really thought film was what I really wanted to do. But it’s such a competative field to get into. Just applying is insanely difficult on it’s on.
My mother told me “You’re going to be up against a bunch of talented people. Do you think you have talent?”, which made me feel even really insecure. Not only did my own family doubt my abilities, I began to question if I even had any.
I started going to university sites (except U of T, because their site is fucking confusing) and now I’m looking at more… “arts” courses. And by that, I mean the humanities, such as Psychology, Criminal Justice, Classics, and Creative Writing. I’ve even discovered that York University is actually pretty good, despite everyone treating it like a fall back in case U of T doesn’t work out. I guess everything will work out since I’m set on being a Secondary School Teacher.
A step-by-step blog of how I made some awesome tomato sauce.
Today was around the time of year my Nonni spend the morning making tomato sauce to use for the rest of the year.
I personally got there around 9:00am, but my Nonni were up since 4:00am cutting the tomatoes and boiling them. When I had arrived, my Nonno had already nailed some two-by-fours on angles to an elevated table to create some sort of contraption that allows for the remaining juices and water to flow down the table and into a barrel.
These tomatoes are fucking hot. Steam is eminating from them. But we continue with the grinder, putting batches of tomatoes in three times to ensure all the juices were squeezed out. This process took a few hours.
While taking a break from my shift of sliding tomato peels to the opposite side of the pan to make room for the peels coming out of the grinder, I went into the garage and placed a few leaves of basil, into all the jars and put them in little baskets for use after all the tomatoes were juiced.
Then I started organizing jars by height as they came down our assmbly line of my Nonna pouring in proper amounts of sauce into the jars, my aunt and mother putting lids on the jars, my uncle tightening the jars, and finally got to me for organization and inventory.
All the jars are filled after my Nonna made sure to scrape every bit of sauce out of the barrel, and I counted up 82 jars.
We then divided the jars in half and put 41 into one metal barrel and 41 in the other so we could prepare for the boiling. Boiling the jars seals them, making all the air escape and preserving them. By this time, 3.5 hours have elapsed since I arrived, 4.5 since my aunt and uncle arrived, and 9.5 hours since my Nonni woke up in the morning to begin.
You know, some people may think it’s weird, but hey, I have fresh tomato sauce to enjoy for the whole year.
Okay, so, about a month ago (this had to be a week after my birthday or so) I applied for a job opening at a Subway on Saturday. On the Tuesday, I received a call to go for an interview.
I was so fuckin’ pumped because I LOVE making sandwiches (hah hah. a woman making sandwiches. up yours) and I love Subway so I was jumping excitedly around the house. So I go for the interview. I’m not dressed like a slob. I answer all the questions. I give a firm handshake. All good right?
My interviewer was this quiet Asian dude who wasn’t even audiable. And what if I came off as someone who isn’t capable of work in his eyes? I mean COME ON. If you’re gonna interview people looking for a first job, who answered every question intellectually and shit, you CAN’T be some inaudiable bitch.
I’ve been waiting for a month or so. I still see the “now hiring” sign. No fucking call. Either these people don’t want me or they’re waiting for other people to apply to see what they can work with.
Whatever. They’re turning away business. I’ve been making sandwiches since I was 5. I have 12 years of experience. Bitch. Some of these bubble-gum chewing idiots don’t even know how to cut bread properly.
A week or so ago I went to the mall and into the EBGames to see what I could do involving getting a job. Do you know what they said to me? “We have a lot of workers to plug in over very little time.”
Have you WALKED into an EBGames? It’s the SAME FUCKING GUY FOR THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY!
The employees at te EBGames where I always preorder my games know me by name. They even game me an employee exclusive Super Mario Galaxy 2 bag because they had extra! “We have a lot of people.” Fuck you. That’s bullshit.
He said to try the site to apply for jobs. I’m on the site almost every day. There is no visible area in which you could apply for a job. I was about to bitch slap him because I told my friend “if he tells me to check the site, I’mma be sooo pissed. No joke.”
*sigh* I should’ve applied to Victoria’s Secret when I had the chance… I’m qualified to work there because my name is Victoria. And they need that one person whose so apathetic and not so giddyly scary. I don’t know about other girls, but if I went into a bra shop, I wouldn’t want the other employees looking at me as if they were about to rape me. Know what I’m sayin’?
"Hello. This is Dell Services. How may I help you?" "Yeah, can I talk to someone who ISN’T from India? No offense. I just don’t want this process to take longer because I have to ask you to repeat every other sentence."
Okay, so we spent an hour on the phone today talking with some Indian men from Dell so I can purchase my new computer. We didn’t understand much of what they were saying. But we understood enough to know that we got what we wanted.