2 Astonishing Occurances (Resulting in What May Be the Longest Post I've Ever Produced

So, I'm sitting down at my computer yesterday, checkin' my email before heading to school to shite my life away for the administration (registrar's office and add/drop forms...blech...) when the following conversartion started (my thoughts are in italics in brackets)

Jill: Lish, do you need a job?
Alysia: (There is no denying that I could always use a job)Yes, why do you ask?
Jill: My manager at work is looking for people.
Alysia: (Jill works for a Canadian clothing company where the clothes are made in Canada. It's workable.) Do you need me to send a resume to take in?
Jill: Just a sec. I'm on the phone with my manager right now.

5 minutes later

Jill: YOU'RE HIRED!
Alysia: (I've never met Jill's manager, nor have I ever worked in retail except for Nextel which doesn't count.) Uh, okay. She doesn't want a resume or to talk to me or anything? *quizical expression*
Jill: Nope, you start on Saturday and when you get home on Friday go to the store to pick up some forms to fill out. Also, email me the days you aren't available, which means your exam days as well as our family holiday on the 27th, okay?
Alysia: (Wtf?! No interview, no searching, no hassle, no scrutiny, nothing! Things don't come this easily for me, there must be a catch.) Okay, thanks, J! If that's all, then I'll email you tonight. Buona notte, bella, e grazie.
Jill:'Gnight. Oh! Wait!
Alysia:(Oh, here it is. I knew there was a catch.) What is it?
Jill: Don't forget to bring home black pants. It's part of the uniform. Love ya, hun. Bye bye.

What the shite? Well, I guess I have a job for the holidays which is sweet because I was wondering how I was going to go about buying my books for second semester after buying christmas presents. I was assessing the corner of Columbia and King as a possiblity, but then I'd have to buy a red light and a dress. Too much hassle. I want to work for the library next semester, but I'm not sure if that's gonna happen. I'm pulling the strings as much as possible though. Strange way of getting a job, though. These kind of things just don't happen to me.

Also, I've always thought of myself as a pretty content woman, leaning on the side of idealism. On friday, my Po(st)Mo(dernism) prof turned to me during class and said, "Why don't we ask the cynic what she thinks?" I gave him my answer, which was something akin to "Marriage is a means to make women subserviant", while giving him an indignant look. I had never thought of myself as a cynic before. Some one had said to me a couple weeks ago that our school paper, The Cord, was run by "a pack of cynics". (It wasn't a member of the Women's Centre. It wasn't even a woman. Chill.) At the time, I agreed with the friend, because I didn't identify with the writers of the Cord, viewing myself as a relatively optimistic person. Now, I'm the cynic. I suppose in many ways I'm cynical because I think the world has gone down the crapper and no one cares, but I don't believe this crappiness is enherant in human nature. I pasted a full moon on my bedroom window the other day, because lately it feels like every day is a full moon, everything feels so strange. I remember on MacHall one day, Matt was talking about a prof, Dave Theison, who had passed away, saying, "[Theison] was an incurable cynic, not because he thought little of human beings, but because they never lived up to the potential he saw in them." I'd like to think that if I am a cynic, that is the kind of cynic I am: a cynic who believes that humans can be better. If I am a cynic, I'm happy as a cynic. I just hope that I'm not too much of a downer to the people I'm around. Oh, well, if I am a downer, they're just to stupid to see the injustice of the world and it's stupidity. ;)