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  <title>Mikes Journal</title>
  <subtitle>Now with Stupid Cool Hip-Hop Style</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Mike Lunsted</name>
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  <updated>2007-12-25T05:44:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:50909</id>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2007-12-24T21:43:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T05:44:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T05:44:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know officially have rock band.  Woots to be had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:50247</id>
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    <title>Activity #4582934</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T02:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T02:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Todays activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count how many times Michael prints the word "fuck", in any form,  in the following paragraphs:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhmyfuckinggodIwanttokillmyself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Over the past couple of fucking days, I've been training this new employee.  She talks, like, alot!  Well, today, I finally get a fucking break from her.  I get to train the other new girl, plus I'm in Yaletown, so that's a fucking bonus.  Anyway, what happens?  She starts spilling out her WHOLE LIFE'S FUCKING STORY!  I ALMOST TOLD HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!  She would not fucking stop.  She was so fucking demanding on her breaks (she HAD to take them with me).  I usually take my break in the Blenz on the corner of Hamilton and Helmken, cause it's nice in there and they have comfy seats.  She starts fucking whining cause she spent money on fucking cofee and how Yaletown doesn't have a Tim Hortons and she has to have Tim Hortons durring the day.  FUCK!!!  Plus she's a smoker, so she's constantly lighting up and fucking smoking up a storm.  So, end of the day hits, and I have a slight fucking headache.  Bus comes, I get on, throw on my headphones and drift off into my fucking happy place, dreading tomorow, cause Yaletown is basically closed mondays so we don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 min in to the bus ride...god decides to give me a kick to the fucking balls....hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman gets on with her fucking blanket.  It looks like she just got off the street.  She sits at the back of the fucking bus and starts asking people questions.  She tries to take this one girls fucking Ice Tea.  Anyway, she decides to try me.  She asks "wanna see someone play guitar?"  I say "sure".......biggest....fucking....mistake.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She sits next to me and she asks if I have a guitar.  I say no.  So, she starts telling me shes going home....where???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO FUCKING RIVERVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she continues to talk to me and chat me up, pretending that I know her, I engage in idle conversation.  She decides that she's tired...so...she rests her head ON MY FUCKING SHOULDER.  I just smile and grit it as the other people on the fucking bus laugh.  FUCK!!!...AND THAT'S NOT THE BEST PART!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she has her head on my shoulder, and I'm just creeped the fuck out.  She's spitting all over my shirt and drooling.  Then she gets up, looks at the African American accross from me...and she says "fuck you, nigger."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ho-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-ly&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was gangster...like...I was literally affraid he was going to bust out a piece.  He just sat there, dumb founded.  He was FUCKING PISSED...and I don't blame him.  Then...oh....she turns to the Chinese girl AND CALLS HER A SPICK!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Bus driver stops the bus and tells her to get off.  She won't, so he drives, and she goes back to resting on my shoulder.  The Chinese girl and the black guy are looking at me like they're ready to double team me, cause I've been acting like I know her to humor her...I was scarred shitless.  When the bus pulled in, 3 transit guards come in and escort her off.  The officer took statements from me, the chinese girl and the black guy, and I had to explain to them that I was talking to her in order to make everyone elses ride comfortable.  Well, that didn't fucking work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY don't want to go in tomorow for work...I REALLY REALLY REALLY don't....I'd rather do algebra or something like that all day then spend a monday in that hole of a fucking city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done...FUCKFUCKFUCK...ok...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:50027</id>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2007-06-04T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T06:25:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T06:25:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a site that will let me make a poll and allow me to post the link to my poll in facebook (Don't need the poll to appear in face book, just the URL link)...I need to trump a naysayer and smite him with the power of the internet!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:49841</id>
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    <title>I live in a giant bucket</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T02:43:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T02:43:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been an interesting couple of days at work.  I'll tell ya right now, that I like what I do.  Let me give ya an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was out with the guard supervisor.  Simply put it, she's the bar.  Anyway, we were patrolling a parking lot and I noticed this National car &amp; truck rental van parked at an angle.  It looks suspicious, so I go in for a closer look.  My sup starts to run the plate through the database.  I notice the passenger side window is rolled down, so I look at the ignition.  It's fine, and I keep looking.  My sup gets a ding on the plate.  It's stolen.  She's happy, cause she's 1 point closer to the award at the end of may.  Suddenly, I notice feet moving INSIDE the can and I move away.  I pull back my sup and whisper to her that there is something alive in the van.  She calls the cops, and not even 3 minutes later, the place is swarming with cops.  They have their guns drawn and yelling and everything.  They catch the people, and we get to go back to office with a smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that we can run plates.  It's great.  The worst part of the job is removing bums from private property.  One of the regular bums decided to mouth me off today and refused to move.  God, I wanted to beat that SOB with a pipe.  So, I just shrugged it off, and called VPD non emergency.  Why?  Cause I'm supposed to.  I don't know what happened after that.  I assume they came and buddy will probably be back tomorow.  God damn scum.  I used to feel sorry for those people, but I don't anymore.  Fuck, if they would just listen to us, not give us shit and move on, then they could go pan handle in an area where we can't kick them out (and yes, there are LOTS of them) and they could move on with their day.  But no...we get shit, and we escalate.    Sigh...oh well..there are good times and bad times in all jobs...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  That's my job.  It's really interesting.  The best part is I get to come home to an angel almost every night.  That's the greatest part...makes everything worth it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:49591</id>
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    <title>Many thoughts</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T05:30:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T05:30:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know that feeling when you want to do ten thousand things at once?  That's how I'm feeling right now.  Every so often, I have these flashes of creativity.  It's basically stuff I want to do.  I got one of these while listening to the new Linkin Park tack "What I've Done."  I want to create a portfolio site with a podcast attached to it.  I also want to get a camera and start filming crap so I can practice my editing, plus I want to get in touch with an old teacher.  I don't know why I want to do these things (except the teacher part...that has a purpose), but I just want to be creative.  Maybe it's because I've been relaxing for most of the day, due to my back teeth driving me nuts, maybe it's due to the lack of WoW, maybe it's a form of ADD, but I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm getting married real soon.  I'm so excited.  I love Jenn with all of my heart.  She sticks with me no matter what mood I'm in, and she understands everything I do, from wanting to be a teacher to wanting to play WoW.  I couldn't have asked for anything better.  It's like, god finally heard my pleas and dropped an angel into my life.  Believe me when I say I need it.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of that, my father isn't doing to well.  Tomorrow is a family gathering.  Basically...it's a time where the family can get together and say goodbye to him.  He's on his last weeks...and it hurts.  I hate him for putting my family through this.  It's his own fault for smoking and drinking....but damn it...he's my father.  He hasn't been a good one, but he was one none the less.  Jenn is comming with me, thank god.  I don't know how I'd deal with this without her.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I sit.  It's the end of the day, and I need some sleep.  I both relish and fear the future.  I can see it now.  It's so clear and focused.  It now seems that my dreams are turning into a reality.  I just needed an angel to help me focus them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, talk to you all later</content>
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    <title>My new job</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T05:12:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T05:12:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I now work for Genesis Security as a downtown embassador.  What's that?  Well, think of downtown Vancouver as a GIANT MALL...I do security for that.  I wear a red costume, complete with the most un-pimpest hat I've ever seen.  My staff mates are cool, pay is decent, but the one part I really like is the supervisor basically gave me almost the exact schedule I wanted.  Sweet deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my pokymanz are the leveling.  I have 4 badges now.  I will soon be setting up our secret base and putting my traders online.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:48953</id>
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    <title>politics</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T22:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T22:59:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I write this from the 169 coquitlam station bus.  About an hour ago, I was terminated from Securiguard because I was the victim of poltics.  That's the only answer I have to why I was fired for no reason.  8 years of working and I've never been fired.  Never.  And my first time was BS.  I'll post more later after I've worked this out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:48824</id>
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    <title>When it's time to party, we will party hard.</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T19:46:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T19:46:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Jenn, Brandi and mysef went to meet Andrew W.K.  He was doing a public peaking thing at the empire in Vancouver.  &lt;br /&gt;He's a really nice guy, but I swear he was tripping on the craziest balls.  I got ballsy and went up on stage to ask a question.  First, I dragged Brandi on stage to give Andrew a hug, cause they have a special connection.  Then I asked him if he ever thought about talking about something else OTHER than partying.  Well, he got the crowd in a party chat and got almost everyone there chanting.  Then Brandi asked him a question and he proceded to shove a curtian down his crotch.  It wasn't a public speech really, more a fancy met and greet, which I thouht was pretty cool.  All and all, he's a really nice guy, just tripped out on the craziest balls.  Got his autograph on a magaizine, and he thanked me for digging his ''posi-vie'' which I do.  I like his stuff, cause it's not negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayn Im writing this from my phone at work cause I have no computron nor internet.  Hope to be up by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lateral</content>
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    <title>Concept</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T07:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T07:59:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All right.  I'm posting a concept idea for a new net show that I've been wanting to do for a while, so I want to post the concept to you guys, and I want to get honest feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.  I've been watching the Food Network for a good while now, and there are some shows I like, and some shows I hate.  But the one thing none of the shows really cover are the basics.  Also, none of them show the reality of life, that is, we all don't have perfect kitchens and nice appartments and good cooking utensils.  So I want to do a internet based show called "Real Cooking."  Showing and educating the people about the reality of cooking and that it isn't really that hard.  Teaching people about why chefs do certian things, what's the purpose of slat and pepper, how to make good food without having to have fancy equipment.  I also want to build a website, listing recipies.  These recipies also have streaming video explaining the recipie and showing how to do it.  I want to show people the basics and techniques that I've learned and share them with people so they can learn how to create good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thoughts, ideas, snide remarks?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mikey_mike83:48182</id>
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    <title>I knew this was comming</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T11:48:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-23T11:48:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to apologize to my friends if I've seemed distant as of late.  Things in my life have kinda taken a turn for the worst, and I'm still trying to figuar things out.  Part of me just wants to call up all my close friends, get together, and just hang out like old times.  Another part, doesn't want any contact with anyone and just wants to crawl in a corner and die.  I'm not too sure what my life is going to be like over the next little bit, but I'm not looking forward to it.  I'ts putting alot of stress on myself and my mother, and it's just..I don't know.  But I do know I can see it in her eyes.  Part of her just wants the nightmare to be over, but that would mean she would have to deal with something she doesn't want to deal with.  Nobody should, but everybody does at some point.  But no matter hor much you think about how many families deal with this, it still becomes the worst thing you've ever dealt with.  I've had to go through this kinda thing twice now, and these feelings are far too familiar, just 10 times worse, as it's just that much closer this time.  I'm not going to spill what it is on LJ.  If you know me, then you can take an educated guess what's going on.  If you don't, then don't feel insulted that I'm not putting it up here.  It just hurts way too much right now.</content>
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    <title>That's security?!</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T07:41:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T07:41:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok.  I'm not going to go into to many details, but I'm being transfered off of my site.  Why?  Apparently 2 females complained about me, and the assistant site supervisor didn't bother investigating and told me 10 minutes before the end of my shift that she's phoning in the morning to request my transfer.  I have no idea what I did wrong, but this is going to cost me money and I feel right now that I just got accused of raping a woman (I couldn't think of any other way I feel right now).  So, I'm both scarred and angry about this whole thing, but I have put forth a formal complaint and I'm probably going to file a discrimination complaint against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I feel like shit.  Total and complete shit.</content>
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    <title>Funny story</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T08:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T08:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm surfing around on a dating site, and I say my usual "Hi.  How are you?" to someone.  All of a sudden, she bursts back and says &lt;br /&gt;"Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but due to past experiences I cannot date someone who plays video games anymore. It's just a blocker in my mind now. But I always like to e-mail people back. Good luck fishin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I respond with:&lt;br /&gt;Um...ok...all I said was hi. Nothing was ever said about dating. But good luck. Hope you find hapiness in all of its forms =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she busts back with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me refrase...I can't be friends with someone who like WOW or plays video games anymore. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to take off the gloves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I don't know you.  I don't know what happened to you.  Sounds like something bad.  But there are a few things I've learned from going through bad stuff myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) You can't go around passing judgement upon people just because of an interest they have.  So I play WoW every so often or play a game of Wii Sports when I'm hanging out with my friends.  Doesn't mean I'm a bad person.  They way you're making it sound, sounds like, just because I like video games, it's a personal attack upon you.  I like video games because they are fun.  I don't devote my life to them.  I have better things to do, most of the time.  But when I get home from work at 11:30 pm or so on a wensday night, sometimes I read, sometimes I watch a movie, sometimes I go for a jog, and sometimes I play Super Mario Bros.  Simple as athat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)  Just because someone hurt you, doesn't mean the next person who crosses your path is.  I'm sorry if I offended you by saying Hi.  I saw that you were a genuine person and I just wanted to say hi and see if you wanted to chat sometime over MSN.  It wasn't a marrige proposal.  I've had my heart broken probably more times than you've had split ends.  And everytime I do, I don't put on my "hate-hat" and go around being bitter to other people.  Just because my last ex used me and my wallet dry, doesn't mean the next girl I try to find real love with is going to do the same.  Sure, I now know some of the warning signs, but it doesn't give me the right to look at someone and go "Ohhh!  She has brown hair.  Can't date her.  Can't be friends with her.  She's probably a nazi!"  It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Life is full of ups and downs.  You spend more time loving and crying than you do being balanced.  In fact, there is no such thing as a normal life.  Maybe, for a brief second in time, all of lifes problems seem to go away into a little box.  A sense of calm washes over you and you have that moment...that one moment in time...where you feel balanced...but you know what happens?  Life does.  And BAM!!!  You're back on the roller coaster.  The trick is, don't try to reach that balanced moment.  It's impossible.  Only try to realize that the ups in life far outweigh the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is my rant to you.  Take it whichever way you want to.  Get pissed off, get happy, get whatever you want.  Just...the next time a random person comes along and says "Hi.  How are you?"...all you have to do is say "I'm good."  Who knows, you might have made someones day in the process.  You certianly made mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now =D</content>
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    <title>My fingers movin so fast, I'll set the place a blaze!</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T09:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T09:43:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2006/09/white-and-nerdy-quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2006/09/nerdy/76.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="You are 76% white and nerdy."&gt;&lt;br&gt;How White and Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ha</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T04:07:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T04:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/tantric_master.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2006-11-24T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T04:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T04:00:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2006-11-24T20:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T03:36:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T03:36:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I KNOW: alot about cooking&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: a good woman&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: to go take a shower&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I had a clue sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: stupidity.  The wrong kind&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: the simplicity of high school&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: struggling&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: alot of opinions&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: for true bliss&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: if the world would be so filled with hate if the internet DIDN'T exist?&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: Not listening to my brain when it was sounding klaxons&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: life&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I CARE: if someone is hurt&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: try to be clean&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: an asshole&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: in private&lt;br /&gt;I SING: in private&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when it calls for it&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT ALWAYS: do what is rght&lt;br /&gt;I FIGHT: if the situation calls for it&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: far less than I should&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: easily =P&lt;br /&gt;I LISTEN: to everyone.  Doesn't mean I aggree with them.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND: by finding the "loot" and the "warrent" first (Who can guess that reference)&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to break free&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY: .</content>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2006-10-10T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T07:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T07:51:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dilema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at Rogers video.  It's mundane, and easy, but it's money.  My manager is awesome.  She respects me as an employee and as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assistant manager is 19.  All she does is crap at me and make me feel like shit.  I've been there a month and she likes to make a big deal out of stuff I don't know about.  Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer comes in and hands me a DVD without its case.  It was D2:The Mighty Ducks.  He says he's torn his house up and down looking for it but he can't find it.  My AM is out for a smoke....again...for the 3rd time in an hour.  I ask the guy his name and I check to see if maybe the case got turned in.  It didn't.  I said no worries, we can make a new case.  Don't feel bad.  These things happen and he leaves with a sense of relief and a smile on his face.  My AM comes back, I show her the disk and ask if we can make a new case?  This is her response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  *Gets all pissed off*  "Ugh, no.  We have to charge the guy for the price of the movie."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Her: He lost the case.  Without the case, kids can't read the front of the boxes and the movie will never rent again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.  I was literally blown away by that.  My AM is 19, and has only 1 year and a half in the work force.  Plus she got pissed off that I didn't get all the guys info.  I asked if we could just look him up on the computer, since, HE WAS THE ONLY PERSON THAT RENTED MIGHTY DUCKS 2!!!!! And she said "No.  It doesn't work like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next, one of the employees, who happens to work at best buy, is the LAZIEST EMPLOYEE I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!  All he did while the AM went on her smoke breaks, was stare at the TV screen and text people on his cell phone!!!  AND SHE KNOWS HE IS DOING THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?  Should I tell the manager about all this?  Should I go over her head and go straight to the district manager?  Or should I suck it up and do nothing?  I hate these situations.  I want to just scream sometimes with the laziness of employees.  And when it's people with power letting it go to their heads, it just makes things worse.  It also sucks, cause I don't want to cause trouble, but the AM is in charge of the scheduling and if she finds out I'm complaining about her, I may get my hours cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi</content>
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    <title>Well</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T11:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T11:20:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WEll, it's been a long time.  Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in the box that is my appartment, my heart aches for familiars.  As my time in the city of Kamloops grows shorter, my mind thinks of good times past.  The projects, the people, the life I once had.  I realize now that the once simple things in life that I took for granted, are the most cherished things in my life.  How did I lose such treasures?  I found out the hard way that I gave in to the desperation of physical pleasures.  I wanted it so bad that I was willing to give up 22 years of my life just to please my desires.  Well, after it became apparent that I put more into it than I got out, I have finally decided to come home.  No more will I be a slave to something more simple.  I have come to realize that physical bonding with someone should not be a prize for a job well done, it should be an act of enjoyment.  So now, i make plans to reset my life and try to gain back the formers of a past person.  To become myself again is a Metamorphosis that is going to be harder than anything I've ever done.  You'd think it would be a simple task.  Alas, there is much to clean up here, and much to start again down there.  For now, I am taking satisfaction in the fact that I am comming home.  I will enjoy the company of my friends.  The laughing at jokes.  The rolling of dice.  The company I keep.  It brings me a joy that I thought I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope is that I can pick up where I left off</content>
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    <title>Ha</title>
    <published>2005-12-06T20:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-06T20:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Thursday I ruled Asscrackistan as a kind and benevolent dictator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(700 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In January I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-700 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In November I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-8 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In April I pulled &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_neatlittlelass' lj:user='neatlittlelass' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://neatlittlelass.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://neatlittlelass.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neatlittlelass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s hair &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-5 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In February I bought porn for &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_dianahobart' lj:user='dianahobart' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dianahobart.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://dianahobart.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dianahobart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-3 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a spanking&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;mikey_mike83&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2005-12-01T23:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T07:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T07:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, instead of the letter, I gave them two weeks notice.  Apparently I can possibly get severence pay and what not, but I'm not eligible if I quit..so yeah.  I gave them my notice.</content>
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    <title>mikey_mike83 @ 2005-12-01T01:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T09:49:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ok...I talked to my manager, Todd, and I've decided that I am giving it a day.....by the end of today is when I will decide.  Either way, things are going to change.</content>
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    <title>I'm quitting my job</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T08:40:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This is my letter of resignation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Greg and Liz Kulig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that it wouldn’t have come to this.  I didn’t want to do this, but after tonight, I have no choice.  I regret to inform you that I am terminating my employment with you business, Mostly Music, effective immediately.  You may be surprised, but if past examples (Shellys termination) are any indication, this was the plan all along.  I’m honestly sitting here typing this in sheer rage and the hypocrisies of everything.  Everything that I have complained about to you, Todd, and Greg has fallen on deaf ears, and has forced me to quit.  If you’re confused at the above statement, allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #1:  The Unfair Treatment I’ve received from Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started with this company, I’ve been under total and complete scrutiny by Greg.  I know I used to work for Wayne at Hooked on Kars, but I was under the impression that we were past that point, but apparently not.  I am constantly corrected by him, lectured on, and generally crapped on about pointless situations and nuances that he believes were handled wrong.  Now, I can understand if they WERE handled wrong, but for 99.9% of these situations, Greg HIMSELF is committing the “wrong doings.”  This is completely unfair and unjust and every time he has lectured me, he has managed to bring down my self-confidence and make me miserable.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg as well as others has constantly informed me that my demeanor in front of customers has needed improvement.  Now, that’s all fine and dandy.  But when Greg AND Liz have an exceedingly loud yelling match, that involves swearing, IN FRONT OF CUSTOMERS, it tells me that I’m not the one who needs improvements.  I have, in fact, received a complaint about Greg and Liz’s’ yelling matches that occur inside the store, in front of customers, and like a lot of complaints, except ones about me, fall on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #2: Karolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have complained and complained about Karolina for quite some time now.  In a regular retail business, she would have been fired a long time ago.  Because this is a “family run” business, she has certain privileges that she has abused on MANY occasions.  I’ve complained about them, but once again, nothing was done.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I worked with Karolina on Wednesdays or Sundays, she would constantly leave after opening to go get coffee.  Now, I was all right with that at first, but when she constantly did it, and left for, sometimes, 20 minutes at a time, I complained.  Now, here is a really good example of “why I can’t win when it comes to Karolina.”  I’ve complained about this, and requested that she be talked to in front of me (since Greg makes it a personal habit to berate me in front of customers), but all Greg did was yell in Polish to her, Karolina yelled back, and Greg dropped it.  Now, why am I bringing this up?  Well, she is taking these trips on company time.  Once again, I’d be ok with this and would have a problem, if I weren’t yelled at because I wrote down on my time sheet that I came in before opening to open the store…so…. Karolina gets paid to go get coffee with Duncan for herself and him….but apparently, me coming into the store a bit early to open the store and asking that I be paid for it…that’s apparently a BIG no no.  As Todd told me once “You can’t fight family.  In an argument where Karolina is the problem, Karolina wins.  Period.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #3: Being Left Alone to do a shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a business where you sell items that are outside, or heavy items that requires an employee to lift heavy things great distances, it is sometimes necessary for an employee to leave the store.  Now, when there is a store with 4 people in it, and I have to leave because I have to help an old lady with her cooler, I would have liked a second employee to watch the store (cause according to Greg, the store MUST be watched at all times.)  I can’t do that when I’m the only employee in the store!  Here’s what happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I tell the customers to leave the store.  They get pissed off and complain to Greg.  Greg gives me shit for handling it improperly (cause if someone complains about something, it’s always 100% my fault).  And I end up miserable, because Greg doesn’t know how to talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:  I inform the lady that I can’t help her.  She gets pissed off, complains, Greg pisses on my head because he had to deal with her.  I get a demoralizing session with Greg, and I have a fun time listening to his insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: I help the lady with customers in the store.  Greg finds out I left with customers in the store by either videotape or something being stolen.  Greg demoralizes me for 15 min because I left and failed to watch the store and I end up a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to be the one that Greg took his wrath out on?  Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #4: Greg taking his frustrations with the world out on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg does this…A LOT.  I can’t talk to him about it, because he pulls his “I’m the boss and I’m always right” attitude and ends up cutting me down and making me feel like crap.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg had informed Liz and myself that a pair of rental customers was returning to the store.  I had asked what had made them leave.  They claimed that I had “yelled at a kid” and punished her because of late movies.  Now, I’m going to get a little vulgar here, but….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S PURE BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my entire life yelled and punished a child because the rentals that she had handed me were late.  I confronted Greg on this, IN FRONT OF LIZ, and he had insinuated that I was lying and that they were right.  Liz and myself looked at their rental account and saw that they had kept a new release movie over a week (this week included the weekend it was released, costing the store much needed profit).  Their account was charged and they were informed of the late charge the next time they rented.  &lt;br /&gt;They were pissed that they were going to be charged and never came back.  Then they made up a story about me yelling at a small child, which is preposterous and I should have sued them for slander.  But, because they spent maybe $200 on rentals, it completely outweighed the thousands of dollars that I spent at the store, both before and during my employment with Mostly Music.  Therefore, because they Greg new them from the pub. They were automatically correct, and my explanation was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Greg then began to berate me about my handling of late movies.  I informed him that I couldn’t make the decisions he makes because I’m not the owner.  He used an experience with a customer as an example to justify his point, but I pointed out that if he found out I did that, that he would be angry cause I cost him money.  He proceeded to turn to Liz to try and demoralize me, but at the time, Liz defended my point.  He then ordered me to do work, and left.  Like I stated above, my complaints fall upon deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #5:  Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to the store originally, I was told that one of the benefits to working at Mostly, was the fact that I would get most Saturday nights off (at the time, we closed at Six pm) to play Raw Deal.  A game that I spent A LOT of money on (both on product and Todd personally).  About two weeks later, Greg changed the store closing time to 9:30 pm without informing me.  Since then I have had approximately 5 Saturday afternoons off or switched.  90% of the time, I had to take a shift or switch a shift with Karolina, as getting a Saturday evening to play in the tournament was considered a favor, even though I was practically promised that I’d be able to play.  &lt;br /&gt;I asked on numerous occasions to get Saturdays off, but because I had to get Karolina to do it, it was nearly impossible, cause if Karolina didn’t want to do it, and then I was screwed (see above statement regarding me vs. family).  Why couldn’t Todd do it?  Well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #6: The Hierarchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  A shift comes up, usually a holiday of some sort of shift change.  This is how it’s determined who works the shift.&lt;br /&gt;**Note* the following can also be applied to situations where Greg gets frustrated or pissed off at something, and he needs a hole to shit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can’t talk to Todd, cause if Todd gets pissed off, he might quit.  If he quits, then the store goes under and you’re royally screwed.  So Todd is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can’t talk to Karolina, cause she usually says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t, I have to go an study for a mid-term or police exam.”  To which Duncan comes in and asks if they are still on for drinking on the day in question….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when Greg comes in:&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Kala, do this, this, this…&lt;br /&gt;Karolina: “Stick it, Greg”&lt;br /&gt;Greg: (Insert polish yelling in front of customers)&lt;br /&gt;Karolina: (Insert polish yelling in front of customers)&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Mike, do this this this, and this.  Ok?  I’m going to go drink and play Poker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by default, it’s Albert and I.  Now, Albert isn’t at the point I’m at, but he’s getting close.  There is only so much one person can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue 7:  Greg and Karolina treating my friends like crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my friends are not important.  Their money isn’t good, cause they’re my friends.  All of my friends have complained to me and to Todd about Greg and Karolina’s treatment of them, both in person and on the phone.  They treat them like garbage and don’t show them any respect until they want to buy something.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, a close friend of mine, complained about the fact that a store that promotes children’s software and kids stuff, was promoting marijuana use and alcohol consumption (both labeled drugs buy the Canadian and American governments).  Greg proceeded to laugh at this and call her lame, which I told her and she was insulted and is considering launching a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-stated comments are all valid complaints that I have attempted to bring into light, but have been shrugged off.  ALL complaints that have been mentioned about me, I have taken with a serious and professional attitude.  My complaints, however, have been received with the complete opposite: Disrespect and a lack of attention.  &lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of all this.  There is more red tape and B.S. inside this store and a liberal caucause.  I have tried and tried to bring these matter to Liz and Greg’s attention, but I have never been taken seriously.  I have been noting but loyal and faithful and respectful to this store for many years.  All I’ve done is gritted my teeth, taken all the abuse, with a smile.  I have had it with it all.  With the situation my family is in, I now have to look and find employment at a job where I can make more than 9$ an hour after a year and 3 months.  I have to do what’s best for my family, as it is turning out that Mostly Music isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the opportunity you provided, and hope that you strive to improve your business, as I will strive to better improve myself.  As time goes on, I hope a more positive dialog can be brought into light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         Michael F.J. Lunsted</content>
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