If so fax me their resume, our office of misfits is looking for more bad decisions.
Right now I'm listening to our Public Relations openly discuss how the protesters are all just a bunch of ... well, inappropriate words synonnymous with being scum. Not very nice, nor PC, but hey, these same people were saying some very poorly articulated things quite loudly in a public place over xmas... It almost got one of them fired.
Myself I shouldn't be an Assistant because I'm neither organised nor 'a motivated self-starter' as I swore I was on my resume.
I won't slag the rest so much right now, it just rubbed me the wrong way because last week the PR guy was being semi-homophobic, and despite my loud coughing and proud display of B's picture on my desk I get the feeling like he is completely oblivious/too comfortable. Maybe I should start wearing my rainbow recruiter shirt to work on casual friday to make some trouble.
I suppose I'm not as militant as I used to be. I would normally be all too happy to remind people that I'm a big 'mo. Maybe I'm getting complacent in my age...
On that note I spent a good hour of my day today looking into getting a second degree. The first one was a catastrophuck that took too long and I now hate it. This second one would be less math based more about the social aspects that I love. Watching people, judging people, and even trying to understand some people. While this is all distant future stuff (I'm taking at least one year off) I think that if I could I would be a professional queer activist/counsellor. There was a job posting for an outreach co-ordinator at the local queer centre in Vancouver and while I am horribly underqualified (they say I need a BA) I
Oh well, all of that is speculative for the time being and who knows what kind of clusterfrak my life will turn into in the coming months/years.
Carry on...
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