Tell the kids punk rocks, I’m gonna puke on cops

So it’s been a while since my last post. In that time I have encountered a female versions of Vi, my arch nemesis at work, somehow wormed my way out of a brutal lease, and tried to find a new place to live. I also went to the coolest bar ever, spent more money than I actually have, and drank a single fresca. I suppose starting at the earliest event would be the easiest way to go about running this down, but I will instead start by what I can remember.

Tim and I got out of our lease for the piddly sum of $850. Then I found a place (this should be familiar to many people as the same apartment Mark lives in). This is a 25+ building, which is a problem for someone who is 22 like me. Luckily I got around that by lying. Now the only obstacle is coming up with a damage deposit by tomorrow. If anyone wants to pay $940 to watch me eat supper or do variance analysis, they should give me a shout. My other method of getting this cash is hoping Danielle’s cheque gets here today, cashing that and not paying her share of the rent until I get paid on Monday. I like to call this kiting.

So if we actually get this shit together over night I have all intentions of heading to the bar I was talking about above: Aussie Rules. (Welcome to segue hell). Aussie Rules is home of the duelling pianos, and probably the coolest place in all of Calgary. The bar starts to fill up super early with people who get smashed. The crowd then requests random songs from the guys on the piano (there are 3, and they rotate so 2 are always playing), and everyone rocks out. By rocks out I mean if you want to see the guys playing you had best be on your table or chair, because the people in front of you sure will be. It is honestly an experience to see a large room full of people standing on their tables signing along to Ring of Fire. It is great and I want to go back. I plan on taking every person who comes to visit me there, with Ash and Cristina being to first victims.

Now as for my new female arch nemesis, I had a brutally venomous post up for about 10 minutes before I took it down on Tuesday night. I am fairly certain I would have had to attend counselling had someone from work caught wind of that. Plus Evan and Dave would have taken down their links to my blog for sure. That would have been horrible. Upon further inspection Dave doesn’t have a link to my blog. What a giant ass. I am struggling through this week with someone who has 6 years experience with the firm, but has never seen a public company before. Goddamn the Edmonton office. It is very frustrating to have to explain to someone with their CA what share capital is and how they should go about looking at the share options. I hate, no, really dislike this girl. I hope she never comes back to Calgary, because I won’t miss her.

I’m out. Peace.