June 5, 1999
Let me explain my frustration.
People I hardly know have been asking me about Owen Hart's accident. They come up to me, looking for answers to their questions. They want to know what happened, why and how. I'm THE source for wrestling news. When people miss an episode of RAW, who do they ask about what happened? Me! "So Jon, what's this Greater Power business?" The most extreme case was when Mick Foley won the world title. People were yelling at me, "Mankind Rules!"... or aksing me "You see Raw?? You must've been flipping out over that man!" It's a little depressing.
Don't get me wrong, I love wrestling, and talking about it with my fellow fans. But I just don't want to be labeled! Sure, it feels good to have people searching me out to ask me about current angles and such, but what happens when wrestling becomes uncool again? What then?!?!?!!
June 19, 1999: Finally employed!
Well, I finally got myself a job for the summer. I'm working for one of our own Chemistry profs here at Memorial University on his research. Woo Hoo! For any of you chemists out there, I'll be doing preps of ligands for his organometallic research. Nifty eh?
However, before I recieved word that I had this job, I was "working" for a pizza place in St. John's. I was being trained in by working three or more 10 hour shifts for no pay. Crappy huh? The work wasn't too bad, and the people there were great but as it turns out that with the program that I'll be working for you can't have another job at the same time. So, goodbye pizza.
June 25, 1999: Disaster Averted! But first: Some background...
In late March/early April, I was working on a group project for an Organic class, where we had to propose a synthesis for a bigass molecule. Anyways, I had taken out two books on the synthesis of natural products. A few months pass. I get a letter requesting it be returned. I return one, and promised to bring the other back the next day since I had left it home.
Months pass.
Yesterday I go back to the library to update my account priviliges so I could take journals out of the library. A full fledged research assistant I was to become. However, I learn that the library personnel were none to pleased with my tardiness with my book. It seemed that they had given up on my returning the book, and billed me almost $250!!!! Plus, I couldn't update my account until I either returned the book, or paid the fee.
Not very surprisingly, I decided to return the book.
Of course that would leave me having absolutley no work done for my boss. I couldn't have that, so I spent about four bucks of my own money to photocopy four journals. Wasn't that nice of me?
I call my mom to drive me home to Flatrock, where after several hours of searching, I find no book. My loving family provide me with a beautiful cooked meal and Mom drives me home. (Not before aquiring boxes of sausages, chicken burgers, a veggie lasagna, a carton of milk and a Hawaian shirt/shorts outfit. Did I mention I love my mother?)
At my place, the situation did not improve. After looking all over the house top to bottom, interrogating my roomates, and after a quiet sob to myself I thought the gig was up. My only hope was to look in the Chemistry Society Room for it.
I couldn't find it. I couldn't afford to pay back the cost of that book and still afford to live away from home. I was sure I was done for, and that I would have to move back with my parents... a broken man.
I recieved little pity from Julie and Stu.
Then, a vision appeared. An angel of mercy, if you will. Rose came into the room, and asked me what was up. I explained my case, and she asked me for the name of the book. I told her, she looked at the bookcase I had just been to and found the book! A miracle had occured right there! I kissed the newly recovered book and hugged Rose with great joy.
And now the point.
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