The soap shoved in your mouth to cleanse your mind

CASB is once again trying to kill me, but I can’t let it beat me this time. I seriously think that if I were to drop out of this module it would spell the end of my career as an accountant. Not that I would mind that sometimes, but I do tend to give up on things to easy so I think I should try to suffer through this. I am already late with the first assignment, but instead of being a loser and saying I’ll just get the next one in on time, I was a loser and came to work on the weekend to work on it. Right now I am the only person on the whole 9th floor. I definitely thought the manager who desperately needed me to finish two files for her on Friday would be here reviewing them, but apparently not. Weird if you ask me, because she was adamant that all the work be finished so they could get reviewed.

On a less bitter note, next weekend is shaping up to be sweet, provided I get my shit together and finish my week 2 assignment in time. Dave and Eric are coming up Friday and hopefully we will spend that night getting our liquor on at Aussie Rules. I have talked that place up so much to these people that I can’t not take them there. Saturday is going to be the very last day of riding out at Sunshine, with hopefully some sweet slush to fall on. That night is the blue.skies.at.war/Boys Night Out show at the warehouse, which is almost 2 blocks from my apartment. Should be a sweet show. I have no idea what Sunday will bring, but likely something equally cool. See, if you come to Calgary you get action packed weekends of extreme sports and even more extreme music. Unless your name is Rob Voice, then you get no good times at all.

As a closing thought, fuck CASB. I used to look forward to the weekend, but now all I see is lame-ass memos and useless tasks.