Corner of Bourbon & Division

I'm watching the finale of the second season of The Pretender. Naturally, I am weeping buckets, just like the last time, and all the times I've watched it before.

It's the loss of memory/identity thing. I don't know why, but it destroys me. I can't take that sort of plotline. It's what made poor tcaptain and maya_banana worry a bit about how hard I was crying during WALL*E last year. Emotional wreck doesn't even begin to cover it.

Why on earth do I do this to myself? :P

Looky what I found....

Too bad I don't have a credit card. :P

But at least I know it's out there... Exciting!

I forgot what a good show The Pretender was. Anyone know if Season 3 is available on DVD out there somewhere? I'm running out of episodes to watch. Then again, maybe the extra sleep will do me good while I'm not obsessing over the show. The rabid fangirl part of me now wants to go look up fanfic, but so far I've been able to stifle the impulse.

Speaking of television obsessions, does anyone out there have Seasons 3 and/or 4 of 24 that they would be willing to lend me?

Gah. Too many obsessions, not enough time. Sleep deprivation is not your friend, trust me on this. Ah well. Right now escapism through old television shows beats reality by a long shot. When the holiday lull is over, escapism through Bluebook will be pretty high up on my list as well. Reality is kind of sucking these days. Too much drudgery, not enough mad illumination.

Speaking of drudgery, I'm up to my ears in filing. Whee. Same shit, different day.

I've located a course being given in Laval that provides certification for being an emergency dispatcher. Given that the job I liked the best and turned out to be pretty damned good at involved moving people around, specifically people with trucks, then I figure it can't be too much of a stretch to go from there to actual emergency dispatcher. I'm good on the phone (even if I hate using my own), I listen well, I process information quickly, and I've got above-par communication skills in both official languages. Plus, you know, there's that whole idea of having a job which actually helps people, as opposed to being something meaningless and administrative (apologies to everyone I know who might feel targeted by that last bit).

The courses aren't that expensive, although they cost more money than I currently have, and they're given on weekends, which means that I'd still be able to work at my current job while studying. I don't know what I'd do after that, but if I manage to save enough money to take these courses, I could be properly certified by the time autumn rolls around.

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Dear God. I've been on hold with this silly little boy for twenty minutes now (the printer is on the fritz), and now he's making problems because I don't have a proper employee number. Jesus wept.

Look, buddy, it's not my fault my boss was too "busy" to give me a permanent posting, okay? I am a temp. Wrap your tiny mind around that fact and freaking deal with it, okay? Just get someone to come fix the goddamn printer.