Rants & Roars
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005 Amber I can refrain no longer. Despite the age-old mantra that "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," I just can't resist ranting and roaring about the summer coop student in our department. She inspires a complicated emotional reaction from me: sympathy and curiousity tinged with disgust. Let us call her Amber. Amber has not had an easy life. Here are a few of the things that have gone wrong for our poor soul: 1. Poverty. Amber has literally pulled herself out of the gutter. Before going back to school and trying to turn her life around, Amber was homeless. Her son--born when she was just 17--was delivered literally on a street corner. 2. Dead boyfriend. Did you perhaps happen to see a picture a few weeks ago on the cover The Herald lamenting over the untimely death of her "fella" from a methadone overdose? That was our Amber. 3. Drug and alcohol problems. Amber confided to me that after her fella died she went to school drunk for an entire semester. Also, judging from the amount of patchouli she douses on herself, Amber does not pass on grass. Or, it could be she's trying to disguise the fact that she rarely bathes. Pass on the patchouli Amber and hop in the shower. I know, I know, Amber hasn't had it easy. Poverty and the death of a loved one are hard blows indeed. But she's gone back to school, she landed a well-paying summer job at a reputable company, things are turning around for her, right? Then why does she show up to work between 10 and 11 am? Why does she just not even bother to come in one or two days a week? Why is she unable to complete the minor tasks we give her (and they're getting more and more minor)? Why did she decide to just not ship a couple boxes of books to Fort McMurray the other day, which resulted in me having to drive the boxes to the airport myself at midnight after receiving a frantic call from my boss? She is a complicatd one that Amber and I fear her life, yet again, may be on the verge of another downward spiral. That, ladies and gentelmen, is our coop student. I've never experienced anyone quite like her. posted by Cherine | 5:10 PM The Incredibly Shrinking Blog (and I'm not referring to my posting frequency) I don't understand it, but apparently I can no longer bold, italicize or hyperlink any of the text I write on this blog. Why oh why has Blogger taken this small luxury away from me? The basic hosting amenities this site offers are getting pretty slim indeed. I may have to start looking elsewhere for a fatter, more generous host. The day is coming when Blogger unilaterally decides to present my blog in MS DOS compatible with Commodore 64s only. That should assure me a vast and dedicated following. posted by Cherine | 4:57 PM |
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