<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176</id><updated>2011-12-31T02:47:05.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homespace</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my home blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3183630505277989724</id><published>2009-05-18T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:44:42.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is summer coming anytime soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It had been cold lately here in Montreal… I still have my winter jacket! I just cannot wait to see the summer coming anytime soon. Everything is pretty smoothly at my jobs. I got evaluate in real-time in a buddy session. I might had been nervous or something because I had a call where one guy was not an account holder and I told him directly I couldn’t help him… without asking the reason for the call. On the spot, I didn’t react but it was just after that I find the situation very hilarious and even today, I am still laughing about it. Like wow! Lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be job searching beginning of June and for now, I am just enjoying what I have left as free-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3183630505277989724?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3183630505277989724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3183630505277989724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3183630505277989724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3183630505277989724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-summer-coming-anytime-soon.html' title='Is summer coming anytime soon?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-9081912464915399401</id><published>2009-04-05T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:59:55.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting among other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Summer is almost here and I start a diet – that I barely follow. It would have been nice to loose a couple of ponds for the summer, but I thing I won’t be able to do it :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Among other things I try to do and I was not successful doing – was one I had try to try several times before – it’s trying to make money online. I had a pretty bad experience with Gomez PEER that I tried and it was about it. And after what I gave up. Problem being I do not have that much times and I am not online very often. I get very upset when something I tried do not work and I am also just a bit tired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I would like to make if not – just 50$ per month online. But the whole deal almost impossible. And I have so many things to do at this time! Just outrageous, not having time to do what I want to do. And when I am getting very tired – I had those back pain like if I am a 50 years old or something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;These days are not that good but not that bad either. I didn’t take vacations for a very long time but I am so paranoid that I feel I could loose one my job if I do so. I am not doing that alright after all lol!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And like a couple of weeks ago, I got high on those cold medicines I buy. Those were non-prescription medication I purchase at a drugstore. I got a major high while taking the pills and now – the only thing I want is get more of those magic pills. Just hilarious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And now, I had those high fees for the portable Internet of Rogers. The bill was quite high, more than 200$ and I have no clue what it does cover since I do not received any invoices and didn’t subscribe to their online billing yet. And it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’s about it for now - at the exception that I had been working at 2 jobs for more than a year now and lost a third one just back last week. I do not want to work at 3 jobs ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-9081912464915399401?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/9081912464915399401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=9081912464915399401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9081912464915399401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9081912464915399401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2009/04/dieting-among-other-things.html' title='Dieting among other things'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5168217531779657164</id><published>2009-03-04T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:01:38.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;It’s been a very long time since I didn’t post anything here, that’s the reason of this post title. Because for several months, I was really lost in the wind. I had computer and Internet connection problems. I had several Trojans virus and other. But I now have Kaspersky install in my laptop and its way much better, I really can feel a difference. I was surfing the Web with an out-of-date anti-virus I believe before. Anyway, I am very glade now that all of those computer problem had been resolved. And I learn a few things about computers along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;I went through a lot those several months. Not that I went through some bad stuff, but I had been working super hard! And now, with the recession we are in, I just hope things will continue the way they are and I just hope to be able to continue the way things are right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;At wok, everything is working fine. I also have a part-time morning job. Sometimes, my hours get cut off, but most of the time, I am able to do an average of 20 hours per week and I also work full-time at another place and finally, I also work during weekends at another place. All together, the money is great, that’s why I just hope the recession won’t come and hurt me badly, more than I am already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" lang="FR-CA" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I also now have the Internet at home, which I enjoy very much and I plan to blog more and I also hope to use my free time to see if there’s a way for me to earn some money online.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5168217531779657164?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5168217531779657164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5168217531779657164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5168217531779657164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5168217531779657164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-in-wind.html' title='Lost in the wind'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-138209385396200310</id><published>2008-04-13T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:07:50.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am at an Internet cafe right now, since I had to send some stuff over the Internet and I was in need in a real good Internet connexion. I am setting next to 2 Ambulances, ready to go at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog for a little while, my Internet connexion is on and off at home and it's not really reliable. Most of the time, I have the Internet, and the signal I catch is strong enough to let me blog and surf the Internet as long as I want. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my hair cut, but it took 2 hours, which I find hilarious. I want to a hairdresser school. The cut is ok, but it just it took 2 hours before get it completely done. Good thing I wasn't in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty smooth, as I am still working at the same jobs, no more to do some job searching anymore, as I get really lazy on that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy to see all the snow gone. The weather is still a bit cold, but I can tolerate a cold wheater, as soon as there's no snow. Which is the case now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-138209385396200310?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/138209385396200310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=138209385396200310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/138209385396200310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/138209385396200310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7782743766680202662</id><published>2008-03-03T02:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:28:16.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunday out in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I didn't blog that much these last days. I was way too busy at doing nothing and everything. Today was a beautiful day and I want out for a walk on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mont-Royal Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I just like the area so much. There were a lot of people out there doing the same thing as me. I had brought my camera with me, but I didn't took any pictures, as I was too busy shopping. I shop and walk around and it was about it, I went back home, and there I learn a good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The place were I use to work are in need of people, so I am going to be able to work there on weekend. I receive the email on today and reply to it just a couple of hours ago. So let say my search for a part-time job is over for now. I am not that in need of extra money at this time, but with Spring and Summer that will come I hope really soon, extra cash is more than welcome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hope to do a little trip someplace this summer. Last summer, I almost went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Prince Edward Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I would like to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, since I never visit. I would like to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; too. Anyway, I will be able to visit the 2 if I can still working at my 2 jobs for a couple of weeks. I don't have other plan for now. But knowing myself, I might turning out working like crazy once again during Summer time, especially now that I had been called back from the other job. I just work will continue there in the Summer too. I hate to search for jobs. I try to find myself a part-time job, but I find it difficult. But it's seem like my search is offer for now. I am just waiting for a confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7782743766680202662?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7782743766680202662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7782743766680202662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7782743766680202662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7782743766680202662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-sunday-out-in-sun.html' title='Beautiful Sunday out in the Sun'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3410382574564752988</id><published>2008-02-24T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:10:32.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiodos, First part of Linkin Part, Montreal, Bell Centre, February 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R8HZMr_Bd_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/DxFSmdF9-Dw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R8HOLL_BdpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0lImgw3akAU/s320/100_1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170640538789050002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn’t blog for a long time here. I have been busy at work. We had the opportunity to do some overtime, which I find great. There are so many people quitting this job. It’s not an easy job, but when you can do overtime, it’s worth it. So let say I am staying there until they won’t let me do overtime no more. On that day, I will begin my search for another job. But so far, I have been working at that place since last November and they always been in need of overtime. And now I am a bit more comfortable at the job, it’s not so bad doing overtime there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Most of the calls are in English, so I get the chance to practice everyday my English. I can now say myself bilingual lol. I didn’t really want to work in English at first, but I didn’t have the choice. And now, it’s ok. But it’s funny that I find a job in English knowing what my English is….. but I guess they were really in need of people at that time. Not that my English is so bad, but I still speak English with a French accent. There’s nothing I can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And sometimes, I get some funny calls that begin in English, but because the person notice my accent, the person who is bilingual will just start speaking French lol, and than I say to the client that I am « bilingual » lol and that I can serve them in English if they prefer……… And I hate when something like this happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have been to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; concert this Friday. First part was Chiodos, second part Coheed and Cambua, and there came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;…. And I bought myself a t-shirt, just like my friend, as a souvenir of my first concert at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. You can see the pic of myself in the t-shit here. And a pic of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I took a lot of pics, but my digital camera is not so good and it’s getting worst when taking pictures in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s the second time of my life I get a t-shirt of a band……. First time was a t-shit of New Kids on the Block, and it was a long time ago lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3408363184577347956?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3408363184577347956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3408363184577347956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3408363184577347956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3408363184577347956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-and-my-linkin-park-t-shirt.html' title='Me and my Linkin Park t-shirt'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R8HOLL_BdpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0lImgw3akAU/s72-c/100_1906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3732276652161667665</id><published>2008-02-04T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:13:11.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My search for a second job continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It didn't work out for my second job for the only good reason that my charming supervisor was too slow to forward my request for my fix work schedule. When I went out of the interview, the employer told me I had the job, but I need to be able to give regular hours week after week. I told him I wasn't able to do so at the present time, and than he ask me if I had another job... which I had to told yes.... and the other job wasn't put in my resume lol Anyway, I told him that for now I didn't have a fix work schedule. He told me to give him a call when I can arrange something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unlucky, because my supervisor forward my request to late and when I call the employer for the second job, he told me it was too late... It's so frustrating! All that work for nothing. Anyway, now I have my regular work schedule, so it will be easier to seek for a second job... But for now, I am currently sick....... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is working right for me and I wonder why. lol I am not asking that much from life. But it's seem like no matter how hard I try there's always something funny happening that just don't make the whole thing working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just for example, for earlier today, I try to access Internet from home from a wireless connexion I can usually get from my computer. Well, today, this morning, for a reason or another, it was just not working. I need to search for job, I wanted to blog. But nothing is working. As usual................................... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to cafe, and it cost me near 2 bucks for a small coffee. And were am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3732276652161667665?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3732276652161667665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3732276652161667665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3732276652161667665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3732276652161667665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-search-for-second-job-continue.html' title='My search for a second job continue'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3983540550003543113</id><published>2008-02-04T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:57:47.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw an ex co-worker of mine at a cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I don't have my own wireless connection at home, I sometimes go to a cafe near I live whenever I need to go important things, like sending resume, etc... Well, one night, I saw one of my co-worker at the job that I was before. I just look at her, I wans't too sure if it was her. She looked at me too. We didn't take. Not that I didn't want to, but she was with friends, and I wasn't feeling really comfortable to go see her, knowing she certainly work for the same employer. Anyway, I could apologize later on if we see again later, saying I wasn't sure if it was her or not. It had been a long time, but I still look the same. I didn't change my hair color yet, I am too scare of what I could look like... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am off today, I like the job I have right now. There are possibilities to do extra hour. I know some people who are able to reach more than 1 000$ per 2 weeks, you just need to do extra hours. For myself, it's going fine there, and even if hard to reach the 1 000$ per 2 weeks, my latest paycheck was of 969$, I would like to stay there. To have that 969$, I made almost 18 extra hours. A lot of people do extra hours, you just need to arrive at work earlier and ask if you cn begin, which all the time is a yes as answer, if there's seat available. If I arrive early in the morning, before noon, there's good chance I will be able to do extra hours. The most I did so far was 3 extra hours in a day. It's easy and not at the same time because you just don't stop receiving calls, and after a while, when you know the job well, you just do the same thing over and over again. Which is fine with me, because I rather do the same thing over and over again than do things I don't know how to do... That's my life as a prepaid lady. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been sick for the last couple of days. I got a terrible cold that I try to get off with night pills and day pills for cold. And I begin to take vitamin A, which are good for the eyes. Since I sit in front of a computer during the day and also during my free time, a little bit of vitamin A can just help me. My cold medicine really drug me. I wasn't able to sleep one night and I took a gravol, which I usually take when I take the bus to go New Brunswick, it's just make me sleep like an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3983540550003543113?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3983540550003543113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3983540550003543113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3983540550003543113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3983540550003543113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-saw-ex-co-worker-of-mine-at-cafe.html' title='I saw an ex co-worker of mine at a cafe'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2336238210324771346</id><published>2008-01-30T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:18:12.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally find an arrangement for my work schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I receive the good news today by email around 13h. Since I was sleeping (I was off and I like to sleep in) I just find out few minutes ago. I wanted a fix schedule in order to fit a second job into my work schedule at that job. So I was all happy to learn the great news. I need to contact the second employer. I will try to have at least one day off per week, I will be fine with that and cash will come like crazy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about time something work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom want to come during Easter time and I have a pal at work who want me to go at a Linkin Park concert next February 22. So let's say I have a lot of expenses to cover. The concert will cost me 40$, she only wants a Linkin Park t-shirt. The co-worker already buy ticket, she was supposed to go with someone else, but she cannot reach the other person, so I am back-up. I never want to a concert at Bell Centre, so it's going to be fun. I need to buy a 24 poses camera that aloud to take pictures in the dark. I have a digital camera, but it's not good to take pictures in the dark. So for the pal, she have a cell phone with she can take pictures, but it doesn't work in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, just hope it work out with the second employer. If not, it will be easier to find a second job now that I have a fix regular work schedule. It wasn't the case before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2336238210324771346?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2336238210324771346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2336238210324771346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2336238210324771346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2336238210324771346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-finally-find-arrangement-for-my-work.html' title='I finally find an arrangement for my work schedule'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3673320550147897490</id><published>2008-01-20T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:29:28.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hours at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time is passing and I just hope I will last at least 6 months at my present job, so I can get experience and get a better job...... I did a bunch of extra hours. I always try to arrive early at my job, that way I can go extra hours. That way, my pay is better. My 2 last pay were relatively good, because I work during the holidays, so now, I am doing extra hours to get the same amount of money on my next pay. I got 2 good job evaluations, and I hope to stay at the same job for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have the first 6 weeks. During those 6 first weeks, the employer could fired me at anyime, at his own discretion. Since I have now pass those 6 weeks, I am a little bit more calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing about that job is the work schedule. I never work at the same hours and my 2 days of vacation are not always one after the other, which really bother me because I feel I am not well treat and I really thing the employer have no consideration for me at all, not giving me 2 days streight in a row. So it's one of the reason why I want to change of job. I ask to my supervisor to have the same work schedule week after week, telling him I didn`t mind working the wekends, but I wanted the same week schedule for every week. To that, he responses that he had to forward my request and that he won't do so for now because, he told me, "we will see".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so piss off by him, me 27, with degrees, bilingual, no criminal record asking for a regular work schedule and him, just turning his back out of me and not taking my request seriously. Wow........... So I told myself I will stay a little while, do extra hours to get a better pay and say goodbye whatever I can..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really don't have it. I know some people working were I work now, at the call center for a cellphone service provider who have criminal record. Everyday we deal with personal information, credit card numbers, but the employer doesn't seem to care who are his employees. But do I really care either? And that's hit the point where I would like to go someplace else, Quebeckers really don't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3673320550147897490?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3673320550147897490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3673320550147897490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3673320550147897490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3673320550147897490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-hours-at-work.html' title='Long hours at work'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7507129280254747618</id><published>2007-12-24T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:29:52.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am working today, my shift begin at 13h30. I just hope it will be one of those quiet day, I need one. It's getting anoying receiving calls one after the other. There's people actally who wait 20 minutes over the phone until to get an agent. Customers keep calling and calling... You barely have time to hang up that you immediately receive another call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the good news is that I don't work on Christmas day, so I might walk aound. I just wish it won't rain. And the bad news is that work on Boxing Day. I begin to really hate my job. I have work schedule still changing from week to week and I don't have 2 days off in a row, which I really don't understand the reason why. If still going on like this, I might begin to look for another job in January. There's no way I can continue like this. One day you work from 15 to midnight, another day 11h to 20h... Is it too much asking to have a fix schedule? I cannot work at my other job as much as I would like because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7507129280254747618?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7507129280254747618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7507129280254747618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7507129280254747618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7507129280254747618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/12/working-on-christmas-eve.html' title='Working on Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-9075384038050922071</id><published>2007-12-20T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:21:00.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't get evaluate at my job yet. I work until midnight yesterday. After 21h, I might receive 2 or 3 calls, but it's about all. I got a mam asking me how to do the capital letters in his SMS. Well, I had to ask for that one. A very difficult one. Lol! Anyway, usually, by pressing *, you can text in capital letters, but it's depend of the handset. But I have to ask and I might appear super dumb about cell phone. We didn't learn the basic in training. I guess they taught that we all known what an handset is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for my part, I didn't know anything about hanset when I first start that job. I got my pay check today, it's not so bad, but I would have like a bigger pay check, especially knowing that I can barely work at my second job with the crazy work schedule. I heard that if we were willing to do 3 to midnight from Monday to Friday, we can have the Saturday and Sunday off, at least. If the job was paying just a bit better, I could see myself there for quite a long time. For now, I have a job, at least. I discove a full of things on different co-workers, one was in New York on September 11, another change of job because someone got a promotion while he was knowing everything, an another one couldn't get a 21$ per hour paying job because of a criminal record. I told her it wasn't so bad, that she was going to work with me lol. It's seem like we all have our little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All job seekers hoping for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-9075384038050922071?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/9075384038050922071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=9075384038050922071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9075384038050922071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9075384038050922071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-much-going-on.html' title='Nothing much going on'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5271512079182267004</id><published>2007-12-18T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:20:21.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job is getting more usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not going to New Brunswick for Christmas. I won't have nothing much to do during that time, if it's not blogging. I might work during Christmas time, I don't know my work schedule yet. The job is not so bad. I didn't have any evaluation yet (thanks God lol), but other co-worker did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I already did something wrong because I had to follow-up on something that I did and wasn't supposed to do. I explain the situation in writting, I didn't have the chance to talk face-to-face to my coach. I just hope I won't loose the job because what happen. I didn't get any news from it. Anyway, I was just trying to do my best, but when you think of it, the incident is a little bit hilarious. I was just trying to make the custome happy, my own way. I am doing to see what happen. I have receive my work schedule fo next week, so I know I am woking next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The job is sometime confusing and since I don't know nothing about cell phone, it's a little bit more challenging for me. Like for example, a guy once had a number save somewhere in his handset, I gave him the indication, everything went find, but when he asked me who to erase the number, I was stuck, I just don't know how it's work. Anyway, most customers know how work their handset, lucky me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5271512079182267004?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5271512079182267004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5271512079182267004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5271512079182267004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5271512079182267004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-job-is-getting-more-usual.html' title='My new job is getting more usual'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2629684137072063913</id><published>2007-12-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:19:57.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a cell phone is being call an handset?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For that one, I really don't know. How come a cell phone is calling an handset, I trully don't know and I don't really understand the word handset, it's all new fo me. There's all kind of words related to the cell phone and it's make it difficult to serve in French and English at the same time. It can get very confusing and there's all kind of thing you need to know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;They cut our training session at the job, so we actually only gor one full day of integration, and for the rest, we were all by ourself, people quite almost one after the other. There's a couple of things I now know how to go, but there's so much thing that it make us feel miserable, since they don't seem to much in a hurry to provide help when one of us ask question. They really don't seem to care at all. It's one of the most difficult job I have never had, because I feel I haven't been well-train and they mess up with our integration period, plus other things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually need to give my employee id to a guy was unhappy with the services I provide him. I resolve his call in 30 minutes (it's only my third day there lol) and I throught I was doing well because I has been able to do everything I need to do for him. It's just it took me some time to answer a question he got at the end. It took me some time because I wasn't able to find the information and I didn't want to tell him something wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came out with the right answer, all proud of myself. But unfortunately, the guy wasn't satisfy. Because of the waiting period he got before getting me, and after that, the time that he pass with me. I didn't hesitate to provide him my id employee because he actually ask for my last name, which he were told not to provide, only our id number. I don't mind because anyway, we were told that almost each call are listen by someone and if I wouldn't had given my id number, I could have get in trouble and the guy could believe that I am hidden or something. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I really tired, I still don't have the Internet at home, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; technician never come, and I am about to close my account with them. I just hope to finish that week at least at work and next week will be another week... in hell lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2629684137072063913?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2629684137072063913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2629684137072063913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2629684137072063913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2629684137072063913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-cell-phone-is-being-call-handset.html' title='Why a cell phone is being call an handset?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2859002100281548965</id><published>2007-12-02T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:22:00.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting through my third week in a call center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Since I unfortunately didn't get fired yet, I am starting my third week in a call center lol! A third long week. Because it's going to be a long week. I have to answer customer calls and I barely know what's a handset lol. I find it way too funny. I am not at my place, but I don't mind, I will see how things turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There's at least one thing that I like about the job, it's to re-active a deactivate cell phone number. That's cool. It's make me feel powerful. Lol! I just had the time to handle 4 calls this last Friday. I was getting so hot, it was like I was having a fever or something. There's one call I was able to answer with no help, but for the 3 others, I scream for help. Lol! I actually stand up on my feet and I look around for someone to help me. I have no idea how things will go on this week. If I continue like this, I am going to have the hell of a time, and I am not able to work at what use to be my evening job because this week I have a crazy work schedule, I really don't like it the way it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We were told during training session that after 3 months, we could choose our work schedule, so we will see about that. But in the meantime, I can only work during the weekends and it really make be feel made about this new job and it's the reason why I wouldn't mind if I get fired. So we will see about it. If I get fired, I won't resist, it will be thank you, bye bye for me. Jobs in a call center is a living hell, especially when the call center is a service provider, because you can get paid at a smaller salary and you get more of stress because the so call business you are working for doesn't want to loose their clients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tired at this time, I get back of work at 20h and I just got the time to make lunch and do my laundry and it's already 22h. My life really suck. lol! Could it be really more bad that what it is right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2859002100281548965?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2859002100281548965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2859002100281548965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2859002100281548965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2859002100281548965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-third-week-in-call-center.html' title='Getting through my third week in a call center'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1939358099948936595</id><published>2007-11-30T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:47:51.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last October New Brunswick pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnRr_yv9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XF6WjAyQBqc/s1600-R/100_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnRr_yv9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/p7wukIRufVA/s320/100_1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138861465883819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnJ7_yv8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/QEFzHDPndTk/s1600-R/100_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnJ7_yv8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kc1Tb7DQxvs/s320/100_1632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138861332739833794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnBL_yv7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O0qjZcwNfUA/s1600-R/100_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnBL_yv7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Q28wT3KsuUw/s320/100_1631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138861182415978418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dm3r_yv6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xYhZcZ6heW4/s1600-R/100_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DlTb_yvxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/311DgGamdvQ/s320/100_1767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138859296925335314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1939358099948936595?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1939358099948936595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1939358099948936595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1939358099948936595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1939358099948936595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-october-new-brunswick-pics.html' title='Last October New Brunswick pics'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DnRr_yv9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/p7wukIRufVA/s72-c/100_1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3405945961099146866</id><published>2007-11-30T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:48:42.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last August New Brunswick pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DkWb_yvvI/AAAAAAAAACk/uczmTXw9UoI/s1600-R/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DkWb_yvvI/AAAAAAAAACk/NUwpc5VOUys/s320/100_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138858248953315058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dj8r_yvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/z2aWOkXanI0/s1600-R/100_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dj8r_yvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/yHbjK3HwxPg/s320/100_1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138857806571683554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Djob_yvtI/AAAAAAAAACU/MKN3SqNgiQQ/s1600-R/100_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Djob_yvtI/AAAAAAAAACU/IxiiOPptsJw/s320/100_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138857458679332562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DjT7_yvsI/AAAAAAAAACM/TPtBY5cpdO8/s1600-R/100_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DjT7_yvsI/AAAAAAAAACM/Fe8kXnY-s8w/s320/100_1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138857106492014274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DjH7_yvrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GEPVRHuP6Ks/s1600-R/100_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DjH7_yvrI/AAAAAAAAACE/tFhIyZ8L0N0/s320/100_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856900333584050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Di9b_yvqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ne9rTGoaw-M/s1600-R/100_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Di9b_yvqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wDJ_CQ0u0X4/s320/100_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856719944957602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Diwr_yvpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qv0gRC0SSiI/s1600-R/100_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Diwr_yvpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Yt3FgtZIVD8/s320/100_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856500901625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DilL_yvoI/AAAAAAAAABs/-c5kCeVK-F0/s1600-R/100_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DilL_yvoI/AAAAAAAAABs/kBCOIGgmc18/s320/100_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856303333129858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DiZ7_yvnI/AAAAAAAAABk/79zESaIyZRM/s1600-R/100_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DiZ7_yvnI/AAAAAAAAABk/WOu5ML9CPsE/s320/100_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856110059601522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dh8b_yvmI/AAAAAAAAABc/gRkSuV6zUs8/s1600-R/100_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dh8b_yvmI/AAAAAAAAABc/w-rgxiRk-zc/s320/100_1371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138855603253460578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dhd7_yvlI/AAAAAAAAABU/4_9xgqRRr1k/s1600-R/100_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1Dhd7_yvlI/AAAAAAAAABU/pu8TEACeCnE/s320/100_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138855079267450450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3405945961099146866?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3405945961099146866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3405945961099146866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3405945961099146866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3405945961099146866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-beautiful-pictures-of-new.html' title='Last August New Brunswick pics'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/R1DkWb_yvvI/AAAAAAAAACk/NUwpc5VOUys/s72-c/100_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1982424497145963195</id><published>2007-11-30T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:19:51.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a customer service representative</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pass through the 2 weeks training without too much trouble, if it wasn't for the trainer guy. But anyway, I didn't complaint and it’s a good thing, because I didn’t get fired yet. Lol! They are so in need of people at that call center that some people work sometimes up to 70 hours weekly. So I was really happy to learn that, I which to make that much hours, once I get more used to the job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I received my first calls today. I answer to about 4 calls. I was so nervous and excited at the same time, it was hilarious, especially when I start putting customer on hold “for one or two minutes” and started running everywhere for HELP. Lol! But it’s actually what happens. And I have been quite lucky because I actually got help almost right away. I don’t know if it’s a bad or a good sign. But anyway, it won’t bother me that much if I get fired from that place, I will explain why. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s not that the job is that difficult, but you need to know what your doing, but I have to tell, even if we had a 2 weeks training, I felt completely lost and I couldn’t remember which software was for what and etc. I had been able to handle the calls but it was hard. I will try to read my notes and check over the Web site of the company we are working for as a service customer provider because I am having a hard time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The work schedule is horrible. I won’t be able to fit my second job in for this week. I will only be able to work at my second work this weekend this week and I am really disappointed and it’s hard to accept. There’s a bunch of things that I wasn’t told at the interview and that I just find out yesterday, and it’s make me feel made because it’s not like the human-resources-girl told me it will be. So nothing work like I expect it will be. And I still don’t have the Internet at home Lol! The plan for me was to work full-time at my 2 jobs. I have been able to do so this week and last week also, because it was training session. I won’t be able to work full-time at the 2 jobs this week and it really make me feel made. I am very angry right now and than anger have to get out of me in a way or in another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1982424497145963195?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1982424497145963195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1982424497145963195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1982424497145963195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1982424497145963195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life-as-customer-service.html' title='My life as a customer service representative'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7007225510450608848</id><published>2007-11-26T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:17:26.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am being rude by the training guy at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For a reason or another, I have a poor guy as trainer who strictly look me in the eyes when he speaks in front of the class and who keep saying bad things about my voice. The thing is, I have found that job in a call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since the hours are flexible and that after 3 months we can basically choose our work schedule, I was quite happy about what I have found for job, even if it’s only paid 12$ per hour, because I will be able to combined that work with another job that I have right now. I combined the 2 jobs, 2 full-time jobs by the way. But I don’t mind, since cash keep coming in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I was quite happy about the job until now. It’s like the trainer is getting hard on me for a reason for another and keep ridiculing my voice. I have a girl voice, but it’s a regular girl voice I believe. I have been working in a call center thing doing surveys for several months now and I have been doing ok at the job. I thing it’s a way to make me leave because they seem to let people come in, any kind of really at that job, so I thing the guy want to make me leave. But I will pie on him and won’t leave for nothing in the world, just so he gets upset. And I am about to complaint to their human resources because at the first day of the training session, we had someone from the human resources talking to us, saying we shouldn’t take about religious, no racism, no sexism, etc… So I am about to ask the human resources if intimidation is pat of the training and if I am supposed to get been pushed down during their training session. And that might drive them mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because hey, I really don’t give a damn for that job, I can easily find another job someplace else. And after what I might file a real complaint. The poor guy will get what he deserves at the end. I promise. I was looking for a good work experience, not sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7007225510450608848?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7007225510450608848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7007225510450608848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7007225510450608848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7007225510450608848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-being-rude-by-training-guy-at-work.html' title='I am being rude by the training guy at work'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7664148789731840154</id><published>2007-11-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:16:38.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now a prepaid babe and I still don't have the Internet at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blog title resume the situation pretty well. Unfortunately or fortunately for me, I find myself a job very quickly, actually on my first week of job searching, but that was because I was willing to accept any kind of job. And at the end, I land up with a job in a call center. And the "prepaid babe" is just a new job title that I give myself and it's so hilarious! The job is in a call center for customer services for cell phones which is pretty hilarious too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the good news is that I have been able to fit my other job in my work schedule and that's very great. I have been working more than I should for this week, but I don't mind woking so many hours if the pay is what I expect at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for the Internet at my new place, well, I have the Sympatico package, but it's not working and I don't know what to do in order to make it work. I would like to have it fix before Christmas... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7664148789731840154?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7664148789731840154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7664148789731840154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7664148789731840154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7664148789731840154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-now-prepaid-babe-and-i-still-dont.html' title='I am now a prepaid babe and I still don&apos;t have the Internet at home'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7343432557633913918</id><published>2007-11-18T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:15:56.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my first training day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am still asking myself if I did the right thing by accepting that job. Anyway, it's too late now. I belive it will make a little something to live on, that job plus my other job. So if it work well for this week, I might be able to make a good week, the 2 combined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am also working today until 20h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder if my life will go on like this for a long time. I can't see the end over it. Working an average of 70 hours per week at small salaries drive me unsane. It will be better if I could have more without working that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have another project on trap but I am only doing from time to time because it's kind of tricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyway, I am leaving now. I want to take a walk around before starting my too long 8 hours shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7343432557633913918?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7343432557633913918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7343432557633913918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7343432557633913918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7343432557633913918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrow-is-my-first-training-day.html' title='Tomorrow is my first training day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-6591181994736976654</id><published>2007-11-16T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:41:49.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a job who start on Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I find myself a job on the first week of my job search. Since I am not really fussy, I have been able to find really easily. The training start on Monday. I get a very low 8$ per hour for 3 weeks and after that, I am suppose to get paid 12$ per hour. Anyway, with my other survey job, I am going to be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It might be a mistake from my part, to accept working as a so low salary, but nevermind. With 2 jobs, I am able to make a good salary, so I don't mind very much. I just wanted to find myself a job very quickly and I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I was quite surprised, during my job search, to find out that job offers that I reply to were paid between 10 to 12$ per hour. What makes a job search so difficult is the fact that there are so many jobs offer out there, and too many don't put their hourly rate in their job offer. So at the end, you reply to a lot of offer, get a lot of replies, but find out at the end that they pay very poorly. And than, you find out that you just loose your time and you have to start your job search from the beginning, all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I am all set up for now. Since there's night shift for that job, I might be able to extend my search t find a better job, if I feel I need to find for a little more job that give a higher pay. I am exhaust and I barely know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I once meet a person kind like me who use to be a freelancer and stuff and she told me she got some debts because she only accepts work related to her field. I don't want to get into debt just because I cannot find the right job for me. I am willing to do almost anything. So much that I actually have been a cleaning lady for a couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I don't worry getting into debt now since I have found that job. But I am still asking myself if I should have waited to find something better. But the only thing is that I am scare to be stuck and to not be able to find nothing. Its scare me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-6591181994736976654?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/6591181994736976654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=6591181994736976654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6591181994736976654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6591181994736976654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-job-who-start-on-monday.html' title='I have a job who start on Monday!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7502294610225272369</id><published>2007-11-15T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:30:01.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On my job search strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I didn't reply to the lady who send me an email (as previously post) for the cleaning thing. I wish I won't have to deal with any cleaning job ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I got an interview today, I have another one tomorrow. So everything work fine for now. The only thing is that I still have no job. I mean a day job. I have an evening and weekend job, but it's not enough for my living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I have been thinking, and right now, I am sending résumé all over the place and I just wish to be able to find a job before December. I wonder if I am doing the right thing, answering to all those jobs offer. Or maybe I should only reply to those which I know that they pay relatively well. But I am scare to get stuck and I barely don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am already tired of my job search and I have been only actively looking for about 2 days now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look around the Internet and check on how I could make money online but making money online is just not working for me. It's exhausting me more than anything else. I guess it's the stress of not knowing if I am going to get paid or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for exemple that CashCrate thing. You get paid to complete offer. But you don't get paid right away. Once you complete an offer, and something you have to give your address, phone number, etc..., you will receive an email from CashCrate later on telling you if you will get paid for this or that offer. I don't like CashCrate at all because sometimes, you have to pay a small amount of money in order to complet an offer. But it could happen that you won't get paid for an offer that you actually give a few bucks on. So it's make your life very miserable and I have to say it, I hate CashCrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I prefer to keep looking for a job until I find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a job seeker. It's exhausting me already. What I am going to look like after a full week of seeking... I don't know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been somewhat lucky so far, I never deeply, super actively looking for a job. I just pray that something will show up very quickly so I can do other thing than looking for a job. I am tired of my life as a job seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the Internet at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7502294610225272369?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7502294610225272369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7502294610225272369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7502294610225272369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7502294610225272369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-my-job-search-strategy.html' title='On my job search strategy'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8457258845003778231</id><published>2007-11-13T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:32:06.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job job job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am actively searching for a job. I hope to find something in less than 2 weeks. I am getting tired and I don't want to have to get into my savings for my living. I still don't have the Internet at home, so it make it a little bit difficult. And no phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a reply to one of the emails I send a long time ago for the cleaning lady thing. Oh no! No cleaning deal again! Lol!!!! I hate being a cleaning lady. Anyway, I got a few calls on my pager today. Since I response to her email by giving my number, she might had call me. But I don't know what are the 2 other calls. I am going to find out later on today. I just eanted to write a new post before replyting to ad for jobs. But for a real job this time. It's not that difficult for job seeker here in Montreal I believe. I just need to get myself into it and send my résumé. But the only thing is that I am quite exhaust. Seek for job, reply to job offer and finally, if I am luky, getting an interview is exhausting. And an annoying thing is that I don't have a phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting colder so I get my coat to the dry cleaning and I kind of run a little bit everywhere today. They are replacing my fridge in my little appartment, so I wanted to escape for the afternoon. I will try to get at least the Internet for tomorrow. I find a great offer, 14.99$ per month for Internet. I have to look for that one. It's a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8457258845003778231?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8457258845003778231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8457258845003778231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8457258845003778231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8457258845003778231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-job-job.html' title='Job job job'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1201030032620424951</id><published>2007-11-07T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:31:28.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now living in Montreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:font;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just move in last Saturday. Everything went fine and I am quite happy with my new place. I find myself much more relax and I enjoy living by myself. I couldn’t stand living at my old place, knowing what the owner did to me. To make the story short, when I move in at my old place, the owner make me sign a 6 months agreement once I had move in. And I was told about the 6 months thing only once I move it. I find it too much insulting and disrespectful. If it wasn’t for that, I might still be there on date of today. But anyway, it wasn’t a great deal; the only good thing is that there was a swimming pool inside the building. I went a couple of times, but during the last couple of months, I didn’t even enjoy, too busy at other things, so never mind about the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:font;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the owner of my old place know she did something wrong to me because she actually give me back a 400$, saying it was for the last month I paid her. But the last month check, she was unable to cash it, since it was made in date of more than 6 months ago. I was very angry for the 6 months agreement she makes me sign so I left. I treat her of pig to her niece when she told me that the last month had been cash in. When I am angry, I am angry, and everything started to explode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I never had been so happy of my life. The only thing missing now is Internet. I should get it next week. I just can’t wait. I am working tomorrow and Friday all day long at my 2 jobs, and I also work on Saturday and Sunday, so I won’t miss Internet that much. But I am missing it now! I don’t mind not having TV, but Internet is vital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I call my mom to tell her I had move and not to call to my old place anymore and she than asked me if I was going to be there for Christmas! I went to New Brunswick 2 times in the past 4 months, once in August, and the other one in October...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1201030032620424951?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1201030032620424951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1201030032620424951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1201030032620424951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1201030032620424951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-now-living-in-montreal.html' title='I am now living in Montreal'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-6326970305537236490</id><published>2007-10-28T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:32:57.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready to move for November 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I quite all set for my moving and I can't wait to actually move so it will be done. I have been moving around so often, I really hope this one is going to be the good one and that I won't change of place, or even of city, for at least... a full year... Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was thinking about it and I realize that I never, since I graduated from high school, stay more than 2 years in a row at the same place, same city. I was thinking about it when I received recently an email from a staffing agency locate in Toronto... I was like, I am going to move again, knowing that I am moving on November 2 at my new place, in Montreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From what I remember, I stay 2 years in my hometown after graduated, after I move in France, I stay 2 years in Poitiers, 1 year in Nancy, after that, a few weeks in Quebec City, a few weeks in Gatineau (Quebec), after what I went back in my hometown for seveal months, until November. After that, I went to Ottawa, since my bro was there. After what I went to Gatineau (I couldn't live at his place forever) and after... I went to Brossard (Quebec) for 7 months and after what, I move in Longueuil, I am there ever since, but I am moving soon in Montreal! Lol. Way too much hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will this moving will be the good one? I pray that I will stay at least one year... But to tell the true, I have been thinking about Alberta since last summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-6326970305537236490?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/6326970305537236490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=6326970305537236490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6326970305537236490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6326970305537236490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-ready-to-move-for-november-2.html' title='Getting ready to move for November 2'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8767565640565817198</id><published>2007-10-24T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:33:40.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My high school reunion: 1998-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard at the radio, while I was in New Brunswick, that people graduated from my high school in 1998 will celebbrated their 10th anniversary in 2008... We are almost there and we had been talking about that boring high school reunion like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am saying boring not because I didn't like or enjoy my high school years, or even my 2 first university years, that I did at home... I was going out all the time, drink and stuff. But nothing much. I will say we all enjoy our high school years and the 2 first academic years since a lot of people like us did the same thing that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For my part, I didn't know what to do, so I just went to the local university because some of my friends were going there and also because I couldn't spend my time at home doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thing the local university is going to close their doors or something. It could be because at the radio they were saying that there was a walk for the post-education studies in my hometown. And it's about it. Anyway, let's say the years I was there were the best years. Now, everybody go anywhere and everywhere and the youth seem more open, even more than us, to go outside and live someplace else. It's something I couldn't imagine back than at 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I kept the same friends but I am closer to a friend staying now in Quebec City. It's why I am pass some time there. One friend on the bunch, it doesn't make that much. But I think it might be better that way because it's difficult to stay in touch with everybody. That's why they are having that high school reunion. I don't know if I want to go yet. It's because I have been there lately. I will see later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8767565640565817198?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8767565640565817198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8767565640565817198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8767565640565817198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8767565640565817198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-high-school-reunion-1998-2008.html' title='My high school reunion: 1998-2008'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5862460949891813168</id><published>2007-10-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:36:15.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to be back in Montreal once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I arrived yesterday from New Brunswick at 2 o'clock in the morning... And I had to be at the meeting spot at 7 in order to get to my job... I was able to make it and to wake up, which really surprise me. The thing is that I kept thinking of the money I spent while I was at home and I told myself that I really need the money. I was very tired in the afternoon. I wasn't able to take a shower since I wanted to sleep from 2 to 5h30... I had no problem to wake up. What a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I finally get that hair cut. My hair were so long. Now it's prettier. I have my hair at the shoulders and it's easier that way. My hair are still long, it's why I like the cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This time I enjoy my stay at home. I took several pictures. I just need to download them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a few other things to do before moving. My room is a mess and I need to put my things in order. I keep thinking my mooving and I can't wait to actually move. And than the first thing I am going to get is Internet. No phone is ok since I have my pager, but no Internet, no way. I have been actively bloging and it's because I want to be able to make money from PayPerPost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I never gave up on the idea of making money online. It's just I have been occupy at other thing and I am getting tired at some points, always running everywhere. But my misery will not be over after my moving since I will have bigger bills to pay and that my day job ends on December 4. After December 4, I will only have left the survey job. And it's quite scary knowing that I will still have too work like that for quite a long time before getting a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5862460949891813168?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5862460949891813168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5862460949891813168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5862460949891813168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5862460949891813168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-to-be-back-in-montreal-once-again.html' title='Happy to be back in Montreal once again'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2039170146911662588</id><published>2007-10-19T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:37:19.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to New Brunswick for 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My grandmother died on Monday, I only heard of it on Tuesday, since I am arrive late too late and I didn't listen to my messages. I took a few days off... at the last minute. I didn't plan to go, but I keep thinking about it and it just didn't make sense not going. So I quickly take the arrangement at my two jobs and I think it's going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunated enough to find a new place to live yesterday. So I don't have to thing of that anymore. I was supposed to catch the bus at 6 this morning to go to NB but I never waked up. The next bus goes at 15h today. It's hard to believe everything that been going on lately. I plan to go Quebec City to see a friend but she's lost her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the place I find yesterday, I was about to move to New Brunswick and leave everything behind. I visit so many dirty and strange place. It's because I don't no Montreal very well. My first visit was around Metro Parc, at Parc Extension. The place wasn't so bad, but the bathroom wasn't so great. And I find it a little bit strange. I couldn't say why. I visit after that a studio on Clark St. Which also wasn't great. Another one was at metro Laurier, but it was in the middle of no where, except for the metro that was close by. I just reply to the guy I wasn't taking it, since I promise to reply. But I think he just page me on my pager, which I shouldn't give to him. I got a few calls to my pager and I just didn't check them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I also, last evening, the place that I am taking, and after that, I visit some of a strange place, right across metro Papineau. The building was next to an Erotic thing. It was quite when I visit. But I thaught it could get bad after midnight, I don't know. I arrive at home usually around 10 in the evening, and sometime later than that. It just don't making sense living next to an Erotic or strip lub, whatever it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new place is extra nice, a little bit more expensive, but after visiting the place near Papineau, I call at the nice place right after and I book the deal. I am just tired of visiting and since I am going for a couple of days, I wanted to find something, latest today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am having so difficult times these days. I am running everywhere and I can't wait to go. I trully can't wait. And like if it wasn't enough, I have to find someone who will move me and later on December, I have to find a new day job. Could it be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's seem like not. A bunch of people at the job have similar problem, and even bigger problems than mine. So I am not alone. But for me, it's different, I didn't talk to people about it. I don't like to let people know about my stuff. What a girl there knows for sure is that I am from NB. She began to talk about Montreal-Quebec rivality, and than I told her that there was a Quebec-New Brunswick rivality too. And so on... There's no such thing as a Quebec-New Brunswick rivality but I don't know if she understood the joke because it's was too much hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And maybe I am finally going to get that hair cut after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2039170146911662588?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2039170146911662588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2039170146911662588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2039170146911662588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2039170146911662588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-back-to-new-brunswick-for-5-days.html' title='Going back to New Brunswick for 5 days'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5230311996539824482</id><published>2007-10-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:35:39.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being rude by the Tim Hortons guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what's going on those days. There's that Tim Hortons close to where I work. I have been going there almost everyday for an evening coffee. And usually, it's the same guy that serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He sound and looks gay, but that don't bother me. What bother me is his manner with me, like he cannot stand seeing me. I have been switching of place, I just can't stand being rude by a gay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happen is that he told me sometime something like: "You again", etc... And when I told him what I want in my coffee, he told me some crazy shift like, I forget what you want and other things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I have been buying my coffee at other place around. I only go to Tim Hortons for a meal and I have been worried that he told spit on my meal, just like Eminen do in one of his videa because the guy really don't like me and he is the dumnest gay guy I have ever seen of my life. It's the first time something like that ever happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I anm not use to gay man, but it was not the kind of man I taught it will be. I taught gay man where all extra friendly with everybody. I guess I was wrong. No more Tim Hortons for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5230311996539824482?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5230311996539824482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5230311996539824482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5230311996539824482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5230311996539824482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-rude-by-tim-horton-guy.html' title='Being rude by the Tim Hortons guy'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2782599302704265484</id><published>2007-10-13T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:34:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My search for a new home continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should be stress by now because of this but I am really not. I am so use to move around all the time, I just don't give a damn anymore. I spot a couple of place where I would like to visit this week. I might give a call tomorrow to fix something for Monday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I work this Saturday and Sunday. I just didn't look at nothing this week, I just didn't have time. But I took off for a couple of evening this week so I can get organize. I just can't wait who things will work at the end. I need to move the latest by November. It was by choice. I don't stand anymore cheating for no one. And no one will make be sign a stupid paper if I don't want to sign. But I will prefer to sign a lease, maybe a one year lease for the next place I will find. What happen at the present place where I live is that the owner make me sign after I had move my stuff and I really didn't like the manners and the apartment is kind of old anyway. There's no fan in the bathroom, the wood floor are so old that they don't shine anymore and the walls need to be paint. So there's no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I won't mind staying in Montreal for another year. I didn't have real difficulties to find myself a job. It's just I have to invest myself more in my search but I am working more than I can right now and it's ok for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2782599302704265484?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2782599302704265484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2782599302704265484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2782599302704265484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2782599302704265484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-search-for-new-home-continue.html' title='My search for a new home continue'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5605782247476966410</id><published>2007-10-08T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:48:04.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Thanksgiving day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been working from 1 to 9h30. I just hope to see a different in my pay. There's nothing much to say about my day. I wake up late and I went to work and I directly came home after that. I just can't wait for December to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite cold and was wearing sandals. I thing it will only get colder in the days to come and I will need to wear my shoes and I just don't like my shoes, either my coat. I try to save my money right now and it's really not easy. So I decide to buy anything until December. But there's still about 2 months and it will be quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learn yesterday that I will have to move because I don't want to sign an agreement with the person who rent me the room where I am right now. It's going to be quick move. But still, I cannot stands the locator and the person I live with. I had to sign a 6 months agreement went I first get there, with all my stuff, and she didn't told me about it before, just when I arrive and I find her really miserable. And I hate the building. The apartment floor are old and the all apartment need to be paint. It's an old aprtment who never get attention from the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find a studio or something small only for me and a new comer, maybe a little cat. It's about time anyway I live on my own. I cannot stands my roomate and her boyfriend and the apartement owner no more longer. I just wonder if I will be able to find something soon. I might go to a cat shulter and find myself a kitty and stay all winter long with it in my new place. The question still remain is where it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's about time I move along. I will be more than happy to sign a one year lease. I am quite tired moving from place to place with people I don't like. Last time, before here, I was in Brossard and back than, Anna Nicole Smith died and the woman I rent a room to, she was a nurse, told me that Anna Nicole Smith was "une salope" (a slut) and I didn't like it at all because I want to be just like Anna Nicole Smith. If Anna Nicole Smith was a slut, than I want to be a slut just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It make me feel mad because I had a thing for Anna because she was a great entertainer and I felt there was no bad things about her and that she was the sweetest of all. So hearing that she was a slut from a nurse make me feel mad. But she's only a nurse anyway so should I care of what she things about Anna Nicole Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5605782247476966410?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5605782247476966410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5605782247476966410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5605782247476966410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5605782247476966410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/working-on-thanksgiving-day.html' title='Working on Thanksgiving day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1597492660033011854</id><published>2007-10-05T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:29:22.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in the Montreal Metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been taking the metro almost everyday since last June and from time to time, I notice some strange things in the Montreal metro. Montreal metro is dirty, but it might be worst in bigger cities. I notice sometimes water on the ground. It's never too neat. I rather like to travel by car than by metro. The floors are something very gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, in my way back home, once, I notice a man, asking for money. He quickly picks his deodorant that he had in one of his pockets and put some deodorant in front of everybody, which was very disgusting. And he than asked people for some changes. It's the strangest thing I ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also saw once a swagman sitting on the sidewalk who actually pees on himself. Some people actually walk through his pee, but I didn't. I just can't stop looking at swagman when I walk around. I also notice some people in wheel chair, in very bad shape, asking for money. But those didn't happen in the metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for in the metro, I notice that person, in his fifty I believe in a wheel chair. He didn't sit up straight in his chair and he was asking for some money. He seems unable to move. The way he was sitting in his wheel chair, you could tell that he was severely handicap. I don't like to see those kinds of thing. Quebec should take care of handicap person. And the other question is how is the ashole who put the handicap person in wheel chair in the metro? The handicap cannot get there by himself that for sure. I saw the same person in a wheel chair this evening in St-Catherine Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will stay near by him and I want to know who is the person who left him there. I just want to take a look of the ashole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there's anything to do about it. Not that I want to change the world. But I had notice the person a couple of times and it's not normal. Maybe the police should be call. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident happens at Berri-Uquam. This time, it was a woman who was crying and saying things. She seems to be confused. She walked around, cry, say things. There was a bunch of people that were looking at her. I didn't move. A man next to me talked to her, and she replied she didn't want of his help, especially coming from a man. Anyway a woman went to the convenience store of the metro and told the man there was a person in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing that I notice in the metro, sometime homeless gets through a metro and asks people some money. I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's about it for the strange things in the metro for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1597492660033011854?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1597492660033011854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1597492660033011854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1597492660033011854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1597492660033011854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/10/adventures-in-montreal-metro.html' title='Adventures in the Montreal Metro'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5461041857185576953</id><published>2007-09-30T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:30:13.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On my everyday life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been working quite long hours these last days and it’s seemed to have too much to write enough, to not say too much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There's some new comers at the call center where I work and one of them did what I use to do before I was told not to do it anymore: to write at the job. I notice it since he was next too being and writing some stuff. And I was like gees; they let him write when I was told not to write myself. I was quitted shock. But after a while, the supervisor came and asks to talk to him. And after that, the guy didn't write anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I used to write while I was working me too and I kind of miss it. But I don't write anymore while working because I don't want to loose my job. I didn't loose my job and I am still working there. I am only missing about 100 hours to have a raise of 0.50 cents per hour. My rate will be then 10$ pr hour, which is very low for all the effort and energy it take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; For every call, I call to sound smiley and quite happy about the work I do and it take a lot from me and from my time. But the advantages are that I can work evenings and weekends there, so I make me extra money in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am planning a trip in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, maybe in 2008 or something and I would like to go, I don't know how long, so all the extra money is more than welcome. I want to go see the universities I went to and see my old favorite places. In 2008, it will make 4 years that I left &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and I am missing it, so I hope I will be able to get back there soon, if not for studies, at least for vacations. But it won't be vacations, it will be for my personal satisfaction, just to go there another time. I used to travel a lot, doing Paris-Montreal-New Brunswick and now I am getting bored. But I would like to see &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I never went to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5461041857185576953?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5461041857185576953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5461041857185576953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5461041857185576953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5461041857185576953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-my-everyday-life.html' title='On my everyday life'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5354550679304214007</id><published>2007-09-23T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:28:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't write for a while, but I have a lot to write about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw one more time Michel Tremblay in Mont-Royal. I saw him on St-Denis a Saturday morning, before 10 o'clock in the morning. He was having breakfast outside in a terrasse of a restaurant loated in St-Denis. I noticed him right away. It was the second time I was seeing him. I was quited happy to see him again. I wonder if anybody else recognized him or knew who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass quited some time around Mont-Royal because of my job and I just hope to see him again. I took a picture of the place I saw Michel Tremblay for the very first time. I can't wait to post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I meet Brian Mulroney on Sept 16. He was at the Renaud-Bray Library, also located on St-Denis. I buy his autobiography and he sign it to me. He asks me: "C'est pour qui?" And I said: "Pour Julie". And I thanks him and it was about all. I find him quite charming and he has very beautiful deep blue eyes, just like Stephen Harper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Jean Chrétien was also planning to write his own biography. I hope he will also come to Renaud-Bray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at my bugs thing and call center thing and it's about all for now. I will be quite busy until Decembe 4, which is my last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I have apply for my Quebec license on September 11. So let's say that I am now officialy became a Quebecker and that really suck... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's all that bad. I needed to change my papers for quite some time now and now I am almost all done with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton is downtown in Montreal tonight in a club located in the Old Montreal. I would liked to see her, but I am exhaust. Around 19h, I begin to lost all of my energy after drinking a bad coffee and it's make me break down for the rest of the evening. I work until 21h30, I had stuff to do at home after, but I wasn't able to do it all. I didn't iron my clothes, for example, and I didn't prepared my lunch for the all weeks, for example, and I didn't do my grocery. I didn't do as much and it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5354550679304214007?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5354550679304214007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5354550679304214007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5354550679304214007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5354550679304214007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-6903485870558778387</id><published>2007-09-08T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:12:03.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new NB pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIRqVZ10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/B2xbzCIaq0s/s1600-h/100_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIRqVZ10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/B2xbzCIaq0s/s320/100_1437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108005870627313474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIDKVZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gIGTUNG5JIo/s1600-h/100_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIDKVZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gIGTUNG5JIo/s320/100_1399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108005621519210290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNH1qVZ1yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o1BvGThSNsM/s1600-h/100_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNH1qVZ1yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o1BvGThSNsM/s320/100_1414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108005389590976290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNHJKVZ1xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0AabhK1zzf8/s1600-h/100_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNHJKVZ1xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0AabhK1zzf8/s320/100_1434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108004625086797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNG9KVZ1wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LfkU7mMUdE4/s1600-h/100_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNG9KVZ1wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LfkU7mMUdE4/s320/100_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108004418928367362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNGpqVZ1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9eMh7dozpHg/s1600-h/100_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNGpqVZ1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9eMh7dozpHg/s320/100_1371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108004083920918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNGYaVZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W-cnl1Cfv08/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNGYaVZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W-cnl1Cfv08/s320/100_1587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108003787568174818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-6903485870558778387?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/6903485870558778387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=6903485870558778387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6903485870558778387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6903485870558778387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-nb-pics.html' title='My new NB pics....'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIRqVZ10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/B2xbzCIaq0s/s72-c/100_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3507742580362700978</id><published>2007-09-08T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:13:53.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog writing to bugs finding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIwqVZ11I/AAAAAAAAABE/OinoTgXmZFQ/s1600-h/100_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIwqVZ11I/AAAAAAAAABE/OinoTgXmZFQ/s320/100_1387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108006403203258194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I have one of those crazy weeks. I have been unfortunately hired to a place before being able to fix my hair, so now, it’s too late for me to change my hair color. So I just buy a new hair coloration, the same that I have in my hair right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I have been hired as a linguistic tester for a 3 months contract. The business place is the middle of no where and it’s really painful for me to work over there because usually, I am use to walk around during my break and at that place, there bushes all around the place, it’s really awful, and there’s no sidewalk, no Tim Horton and I have to make an hour ride car just to get there. I wake up at 5 in the morning just to go to work. I accept the contract without really knowing what was the job was all about. I didn’t even ask, I just care about the fact that I was having a contract for 3 months, full-time work. I should have asked. Anyway, now I am stuck there for 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not a sexy gamer and I hate video game, I think it’s just the stupidest thing of the world but yeah, it’s cannot be as stupid as been doing massage while not being a massotherapist, I have to confess. Anyway, I hate being in the middle of no where. It’s make me remember why I left NB. I don’t have a too good memory…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3507742580362700978?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3507742580362700978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3507742580362700978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3507742580362700978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3507742580362700978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-writing-to-bugs-finding.html' title='To blog writing to bugs finding'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNIwqVZ11I/AAAAAAAAABE/OinoTgXmZFQ/s72-c/100_1387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-9183815820094481457</id><published>2007-09-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:39:20.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Jessica Parker had horrible hair in the first season of Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am watching Sex and the City right now. I wanted to watch the first episode for a really long time. I never saw it before. And gees, the hair of Jessica are very ugly. I love her usual blond curvy hair, but in the first episode, her hair are too short and they are brown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's coming Mr. Big... They bunch in each other. It's the way they meet. I don't understand the fixation on Mr. Big. He's not that hot. It's just not the type of guy I find sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if I am going to be able to keep watching the first episode because I am not use to those brown hairs and it's not the Jessica that I like. I pay too much attention to hair and small details. It's make me remember that I have to change my hair color before I begin my new job this week. I just hope it's going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the job... for the hairs... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hair, new job... It's going to be a hot September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-9183815820094481457?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/9183815820094481457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=9183815820094481457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9183815820094481457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/9183815820094481457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarah-jessica-parker-had-horrible-hair.html' title='Sarah Jessica Parker had horrible hair in the first season of Sex and the City'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-6974251009889280873</id><published>2007-08-28T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:34:01.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, a two days vacation in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   Brunswick&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; has been long enough for me! I wouldn't stay any much longer, since I was working on Monday 27. I received a bunch of negative comments coming from the family saying that I haven’t been around for a while, that I haven’t been visiting since the grandfather died, etc…. Well, it was only for 2 days and it was only for my license, but I couldn’t tell them that so I just shut out. I never really speak to them that much anyway. I needed to renew those licenses. Now, I have a brand new NB license valid until 2011... And on September 11, I will have, or I hope I will have a &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Quebec&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; license. I haven't been able to get an appointment earlier. Things are so complicated here in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Quebec&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. You need an appointment for almost everything here in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and it's quite annoying. It’s complicate to see a financial advisor, a doctor, an accountant, everything. I cannot do my things at the last minute. I have to organize and I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new piece of ID. It's just from that year that ID pictures have been put mandatory for NB license. Now, everyone have to have their picture taken. In my previous license, I didn't get the pic taken because my mother who renew it for me, since I was in France back then and that ID license pic were not mandatory. Maybe one day recycling will be mandatory in NB. NB is not too modern. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look at my ID pic and I definitely need a hair cut and a new coloration. I might look better with darker hair. It' now my new obsession. I just cannot stand it any more. I have been waiting for so long. For the coloration, it's ok, I have a new one that I buy previously and it's ready to be use, but I didn’t do the coloration. It’s like having food in my fridge and not doing my lunch for dinner. I can be very lazy some time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't have a hair cut like I was expecting in NB. I have been too busy taking pictures around. I don’t expect to go there for Christmas so I fully load my camera. I buy a new card and I can take as much as 3 000 pictures. I didn’t take as much as 3 000, maybe around 300. Sunday has been a beautiful day so I have been able to take a lot of pics. My home backyard is pretty as always. It's even prettier during summer time. I have been able to go to my grandfather house and I took a bunch of pics too there. I didn't download them into my computer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my mother has the bright idea to celebrate my birthday with the family, even if it was on Monday. I find it quite strange. I haven't been home for 2 years and I wasn't expecting to see anyone. I didn't want to see them. I never celebrate my birthday with them and I ask myself why those losers where there, celebrating my birthday. My mother had paid for 2 big pizzas. The pizza was free for them, for the family, so I assume they'd come over for the free pizza and it’s just amused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want to be mean to them, but it's just that after eaten the pizza, they left so quickly that my mother had forget about the cake she had in the fridge for me. I didn't know about the cake so I didn't say anything. I said goodbye to everybody and I was happy to see them leaving so early, without having a piece of cake. Anyway, after everyone left, my mother told me that she had forgotten about the cake and that I could have a piece if I wanted. I eat a chocolate cake watching "Les pages de notre amour" movie that was playing at Radio-Canada that night and I had a beer. I won't forget about that birthday that's for sure. I am just happy to be some place else for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing have change, everything all the same over there in NB and I was happy to leave and I couldn’t wait for Monday to come because I was working at my day and evening job on August 27. It was great to tell myself that it was ok, that I could leave because I have my jobs and I told to myself that everything was going to be fine now.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-6974251009889280873?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/6974251009889280873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=6974251009889280873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6974251009889280873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6974251009889280873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5548747709410025581</id><published>2007-08-24T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:56:41.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reitmans clothes look good on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading Internet news yesterday when I learn that a Montreal organization was giving Hollywood Jeans and clothes coming from Reitmans to poor people during two days this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I like Reitmans, the news just catch my eyes. I understand the necessity to give new clothes to the poorest because it’s cost a lot. And even the poorest cannot feel great wearing only clothes coming from L’Armée du Salut. If I would be poor, I would appreciate receiving free new clothes, especially from Reitmans, since I like that store. I also like Suzy Shier, La Baie and Sears when it comes to buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping last night and I believe I won’t need to buy anything else for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5548747709410025581?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5548747709410025581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5548747709410025581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5548747709410025581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5548747709410025581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/reitmans-clothes-look-good-on-me.html' title='Reitmans clothes look good on me'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1832015827629839010</id><published>2007-08-22T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:57:56.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Tremblay on Plateau Mont-Royal: was it really him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;I work on a very nice area, near St-Denis. They have all kind of restaurants there. I use to look at pictures of authors very often since I study literature at the university and I am quite familiar with Michel Tremblay figure and throat because I know he had suffer from a cancer or something on his throat and his throat is quite particular. Maybe because he had received an operation or something. I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;I just notice it before. And also his short hair and round glasses. Anyway, I was coming back from Tim Hortons when I saw that man, a look alike Michel Tremblay. I stare at him twice and he looks after me too. I didn’t take the chance to say hello I just look at him twice. When I think about it, I think it was really him. For now on, I just bring my digital camera whatever I go and I will take pic and send them to Allo Police lol! Michel Tremblay is a French Quebec author, for those reading this and don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I am lucky, I might see one day Eric Lapointe because from what I know, a colleague of mine saw him drunk near a bar in Mont-Royal, really near from where I work. That’s hot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1832015827629839010?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1832015827629839010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1832015827629839010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1832015827629839010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1832015827629839010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/michel-tremblay-on-plateau-mont-royal.html' title='Michel Tremblay on Plateau Mont-Royal: was it really him?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-4373641733811649140</id><published>2007-08-22T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:19:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my grandfather craps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNJ-KVZ12I/AAAAAAAAABM/gJ_0wwWESPI/s1600-h/100_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNJ-KVZ12I/AAAAAAAAABM/gJ_0wwWESPI/s320/100_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108007734643119970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just looking once again at the pic I post on my blog, the one name My grandfather backyard and I find it funny because the thing I love most about that home, it's all the things he had stock there, all the craps, like I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he pass away, a lot of things have been move, unfortunately. Now, it's like is spirit done. I was used to look at thje backyard and find it super cool all the metal pieces and things that was lying there. My mom told me that the place have been clean and it's really too bad because when he died, in December 2006, I didn't get the chance to take good pictures of the place because it was too dark outside. I have a cheap digital camera and I need a good sun to be able to take good pics. I might buy another one, with another card too one day, because I cannot put too much pics into the memory card I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old building in by grandfather backyard that I would like to catch before it get destroyed... It's a good thing after all I go to NB this weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-4373641733811649140?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/4373641733811649140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=4373641733811649140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4373641733811649140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4373641733811649140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-grandfather-craps.html' title='I love my grandfather craps'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdPkr1hDgHs/RuNJ-KVZ12I/AAAAAAAAABM/gJ_0wwWESPI/s72-c/100_1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-6456615243590158215</id><published>2007-08-22T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:59:08.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family as$%!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When enough is enough, I call it quite, I call it quite on my job last June, I call it quite on my family and on the friend I have left there in NB. One friend only, well it’s not that bad. She’s still living there, have a baby and a husband who cannot make a living for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder when things began to change for her and all of us. For her, it might have been when she starts having sex with him, I believe. Sex can change a girl sometimes. It drive me sick because she was really beautiful and now, she’s all skinny, she wants to please him and her social life must really suck because he came from a family of 12. Family reunion must really suck and Christmas too, too much things too buy, too much anniversaries, etc. Anyway, I wouldn’t change my life for her. For nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was thinking of a bunch of things lately and maybe things were meant to be that way. I mean, what a girl should do when her own father and aunt go for some hunting in a area very close to Montreal and they don’t even stop to say hello… It was the incident who cut it off. I wasn’t in pain when it arrived, I just call it quite. I was piss off. I have a bad temper and that’s what who save me I believe. No more family mathers to me. I enjoy my life now. Being far away have help me in many ways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-6456615243590158215?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/6456615243590158215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=6456615243590158215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6456615243590158215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/6456615243590158215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-as.html' title='Family as$%!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1204071276250538488</id><published>2007-08-22T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:00:05.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in NB and another one in Quebec City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just remember why I couldn't stand my mother too much! I kind of forget it along the way, since it's been almost 2 years since I didn't see any member of my family. She's doing camping and want to sleep there this Friday night, the night I am suppose to arrive to NB. That doesn't bother me, the only thing is that she doesn't have a phone there. She just kept asking m when I will arrive. Well, I will arrive when I will arrive! I won't be able to call when I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I work until 16h30 this Friday. I when to go to Beri-Uquam as soon as possible, take the first bus who goes to Quebec City. From there, I go to Rivière-du-Loup, and from Rivière-du-Loup, my hometown. Anyway, she doesn't seem to care about the fact that I will make my way to Berri, I could take the bus at 18 like not. Who know's if the bus will be full and that I have to take the next bus. Why things have to be so complicated with her? Why is she so miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on, we didn't see each other for about 2 years now and if it wasn't about those license, I swear to god that I wouldn't go. I enjoy much more Quebec City. I have a friend there and it's always there where I go whenever I have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I know that she could not show up at the bus station. So I am mentally prepared for that and I really don't give a damn no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I plan to stay one day only in NB. I decide that today, since my mom won't even sleep at home for me, why should I try to please her and stay 2 long days at home knowing that I don't like my hometown that much. It's going to be an exhausting and long weekend. I am just hoping my friend in Quebec City will be free this Sunday. If not, I will go directly to Montreal after fixing my license problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1204071276250538488?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1204071276250538488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1204071276250538488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1204071276250538488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1204071276250538488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-day-in-nb-and-another-one-in-quebec.html' title='One day in NB and another one in Quebec City'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8147508936988195397</id><published>2007-08-17T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:01:22.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I buy my bus ticket to NB… and it cost me 150$!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bus ticket to my hometown is quite expensive, especially when you know that I am going for just a weekend. The bad news is I am missing two days of work, and there’s a 150$ somewhere that’s already gone. Not gone, I should say, but put in my credit card. I haven’t visit for more than a year now and I believe I will get back with some awesome pics. I heard that my license could be renew by another person, but to do so, I needed to write down a letter and say that person can renew my license for me. I am going anyway. My license is freaking my out right now, like a bunch for things. I had a hard time passing the tests drive and everything and back than, I follow the courses and everything that I pay with my own money and gees, I cannot stand the idea that I could loose them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever try to get unemployment benefits? I hate paperwork. I hate it so much that I didn’t send my application yet for the reserve. I am getting lazy, but it’s like I am having something bad inside me and I can help it, I cannot do more than what I am doing now. The taught of paperwork and the taught of having to hold guns just make me back off. I still have the paper. I might complete then another time, when I will suffer from a lack of work. But at another time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far in my live, it never happen to me when I was away, but now, maybe because of exhaustion, I want to go back home and I would like to be able to stay there for a while and maybe work at the WalMart or something…. (because we have or WalMart too). We also have Zellers and other stores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, I organized all my things. I had lot to do to put my things in order so I did that this week, and I am not all done yet. I still have a birth certificate and a medical card to renew. I was so tired today. All those little things exhaust me. I hate paperwork. I now wonder why I get now everything organizes so well. I remember it’s because of those 16 weeks of work that they are coming next week, starting from next Monday. I am so annoy. I receive another call today for a job, I didn’t reply to it yet. I am having those 16 weeks of extra full-time, I don’t want nothing else for now. I don’t know what to do. I never know what to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I will be in NB, I will get my hair cut. I am scare of getting them cut here, I don’t know any hairdresser. And for the color, I decide not to change it since my mother, the last time she saw me, I had the same hair color I have now so it’s better if I don’t change it now, so it won’t surprise her too much. Her and all the other. And I know she’s going to hate my long hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;might bring my clarinet on my way back. I kind of miss the sound of it. I try to get some clarinet course here in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I am too into work, job searching and everything that come in between and it’s make me believe sometimes that I might spend the rest of my life searching for jobs… I would like to know what’s wrong with me, because I would like to do something else than job searching for a while. I have something for the next 14 weeks, 3 months and a half. After that, I could disappear. I would like to work intensively for a long period of time and than being free of doing what I want and just go home and watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8147508936988195397?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8147508936988195397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8147508936988195397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8147508936988195397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8147508936988195397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-buy-my-bus-ticket-to-nb-and-it-cost.html' title='I buy my bus ticket to NB… and it cost me 150$!!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-4078768413121753906</id><published>2007-08-15T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:01:58.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NB to Quebec license</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What’s good about me is that I am good at taking risk and I take decisions very quickly. Also, when I have enough of something, I just call it quite! I am just thinking of that job I quite this last June. Its make me laugh. If it wasn’t for that, I have gone to PEI this summer. But that doesn’t really matter. I don’t really like to travel and spend my money. I just buy myself for about 80$ of clothes I need at Reitmans and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t like to spend my money, even on basic need. I had too because my summer skirts are all messy and my jeans are old and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And when I was shopping I look at the mirror in the cabin and I look at myself, naked, only with my panties and my bra. I wasn’t please by what I look at. I gain weight and I need to change my hair color for a darker one because the one I have is not good on me anymore and I also need a hair cut. My hairs are way too long and they didn’t get cut since December 2006. That’s when my grandfather died. It’s why I remember my last hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something bad (because I am not all good) about me is that I am bad with paper work. Last time, far the taxes, I did it on the last day. I just couldn’t do it before the last day it was just too much for me, I wanted to do it at the last minute. Because of me again, I have a dilemma right now. I have my New Brunswick license that will expire by the end of August and I don’t know what do to about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have, on the date of today, arranged something so my NB license will become a Quebecer one. But it will be only at the beginning of September. But by then, my NB license will be expiring. Anyway, I have what I deserve because I only take care of that matter today since I begin to worry. That thing is giving me a headache and since it’s looking like I am going to be here for quite a time, I have to change everything and become a real Quebec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er… Its make me sick. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing I see is too call if I can have a new license without having to go to NB. If not, I will have to go in a hurry next weekend and I hate that through I don’t want to go. My mother would want to see my grand-father grave and I don’t want too. Can things can be more simple? Anyway, if I need to go, I won’t miss a day of work during week days because the service for the license in my town is open Saturday morning. But I will miss Saturday and Sunday. I usually work on Saturday and Sunday. Do I need to become a Quebecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-4078768413121753906?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/4078768413121753906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=4078768413121753906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4078768413121753906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4078768413121753906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/nb-to-quebec-license.html' title='NB to Quebec license'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-497519548739982582</id><published>2007-08-14T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:03:15.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interview nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been lucky and unlucky at the same during the last couple of weeks. I went to one interview that completely scares me. It was through a staffing agency and it was for a replacement. The other girl who occupied the position previously was left for a sick leave. That’s what the person at the staffing agency had told me. I was soon going to learn why that girl had left for a sick leave. I sympathize with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn’t too pleased by having to replace someone and not be able to know when the contract will end, but I went to the interview any way. And it was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I arrive at time. Then I met one person, and we wait a little for another person that had to come. I was going to work for that person. Anyway, the interview was ok until one of the interviewers asks me something like: “If there’s an emergency at work and you have to stay but you have an appointment to see a doctor, what do you do? Do you go to your appointment or you stay at work to deal with the emergency?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I new I had to answer that I have to stay at the job… Interviews are interviews and I quite didn’t know what to answer because I just dislike the question. So I answer that I didn’t have a doctor here in Montreal and that I was liked never sick anyway, so I barely never see a doctor… And then, they answer to me, but when we will be done with you, maybe you will need one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they were laughing. I find them both very disrespectful. They later on apologize, saying it was only a joke. Then I told to myself, the other girl didn’t leave for nothing. I couldn’t even imagine myself working with them. I was terrified and wanted to go home. I had to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I didn’t get the job and even if I will have it, I would have refused it. I prefer even not to work that work with people making the most unpleasant jokes of the world. Get off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-497519548739982582?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/497519548739982582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=497519548739982582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/497519548739982582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/497519548739982582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-interview-nightmare.html' title='Another interview nightmare'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-768625396062153572</id><published>2007-08-14T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:03:48.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be a cleaning lady no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am giving up on my cleaning job!!! I didn't enjoy it very much at the end. The ads I post in Kijiji expires a couple of days ago and I have been tired of cleaning the mess of other for almost nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on other thing like crazy and it's look like I won't have to worry for jobs until December 2007. So I am very happy. I begin to dislike being a cleaning lady when one of my client lay-off me because, from what he said to me, I was too slow. Anyway, the poor guy wasn't brave enough to say it face-to-face, he wrote me an email, with his professional email. Anyway, I was about to write to the company he's working for because he wrote me with his business email during business time for a purpose having nothing to do with his work. I never had the chance to do so and I kind of gave up on that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I could sound mean, but at that time, I really need the money and I would have appreciate at least one week of advice, so he could gave me the chance to post new ads and get another client. but there's some people like that who are socially disrespectful and treat their cleaning lady like nothing at all. 120$ at the end of a month, when you need that much, it's make a difference. Anyway, I am doing ok now. Working like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And because I have diplomas, I couldn't just stay at cleaning jobs that I had by posting ads, it's just didn't make any sense. Anyway, let's say I am doing ok so far. Not bad for a New Brunswicker after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-768625396062153572?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/768625396062153572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=768625396062153572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/768625396062153572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/768625396062153572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-want-to-be-cleaning-lady-no-more.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be a cleaning lady no more...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-4491786344400337266</id><published>2007-06-17T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:02:38.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why guys should all have a cleaning lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it will help them to start new relationship with the opposite sex. That’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my roommate who’s scare to take a shower at her boyfriend apartment because the shower is too much disgusting. I don’t know, but I wouldn’t like it, not to be able to take a shower at my boyfriend place. My roommate, she doesn’t seem to care, but if the shower is dirty, I can’t imagine what the rest of the apartment look like… Anyway, I believe guys should have heir own personal cleaning lady because it will help them on having date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just taught of those two guys for which I lean the apartment on Saturday morning. With the summer time and everything, they might wanted their apartment clean to be able to bring their date in. It’s the first thing that came at my mind when I was cleaning and it make me laugh. I was laughing alone, the 2 guys were in their respected room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I won’t ever suffer from a lack of work as a cleaning lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-4491786344400337266?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/4491786344400337266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=4491786344400337266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4491786344400337266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4491786344400337266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-guys-should-all-have-cleaning-lady.html' title='Why guys should all have a cleaning lady'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2879504896865462010</id><published>2007-06-17T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:00:38.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a cleaning lady – Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I post a new ad for house cleaning in Kijiji and in CraigList and I have received a response this evening. The person ask for 4 to 5 hours. At 12$, it’s not bad, I have a 60$ deal every 2 weeks. So far, I have one regular client for every 2 weeks at 48$. Since it’s every 2 weeks, it’s a little bit tricky to full my week-end booking, but I guess I will get use to it. I just have to follow my agenda. It’s the only thing complicated about being a cleaning lady. My roommate had an agenda that she doesn’t use. She gave it to me and I use it for my cleaning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also had another good news, a person who will try me and if it’s work out, she’s going to refer me to one of her friend, it will then make a 5 hours for her and a 4 hours for her friend, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get jobs a lot quicker as a cleaning lady that as a regular job seeker. As a regular job seeker, I hate that part between the interview is giving and the answer, if yes or no I am having the job. It’s seem that I have been waiting for ever and it’s have been 1 week or something like that. The other thing is I don’t have the notion of the time. I guess it’s a good thing that I get that agenda after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2879504896865462010?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2879504896865462010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2879504896865462010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2879504896865462010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2879504896865462010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-as-cleaning-lady-part-2.html' title='My life as a cleaning lady – Part 2'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7473854629104239807</id><published>2007-06-15T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:17:07.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a cleaning lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did my first « cleaning job » this morning. I work from 9 to 12. I get 30 bucks for it. I was in a big rush to clean everything. I had to leave at 12 because I needed to get to a new place for 1 in the afternoon. The place needed a hand. Not that it was extra dirty, but the place needed to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I arrive a little bit a the other place, but anyone notice, since the instructor itself was late. Anyway, in the morning, at my cleaning job, I met a beautiful 11 months old baby girl. She was just too sweet with her grey eyes and brown hair. I clean the place in a hurry, but I didn’t have time to clean the master bedroom and the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the afternoon, I went to my training as a brand new telemarketing agent. I was feeling strange there because I know a little bit about the call center in India. There in India, agents have to learn to speak English as an American and the standard are very high, from what I have seen in a documentary. English is a second language and I won’t denied the fact that it’s not perfect. But since I don’t want to spend my money in some kind or whatever training, my English will stay the way it is. My English is not too bad when it’s come the time to read the script, but when it’s came time to answer questions, it’s another thing. I am just hoping that people hang up on me when I will call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are getting better for me as a cleaning lady. I get pay cash when the job is done and I get paid between 10$ to 12$ per hour. I am working tomorrow all day long, I am doing a 7 hours, 4 at one place and 3 at another one. Unfortunately, I have nothing for Sunday yet. I just don’t know what’s going on with the interviews I got last week and this week also. I am getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7473854629104239807?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7473854629104239807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7473854629104239807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7473854629104239807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7473854629104239807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-as-cleaning-lady.html' title='My life as a cleaning lady'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-4011500989525232227</id><published>2007-06-12T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:21:15.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job search disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I from New Brunswick and for a reason or another, whenever I say I from there, I receive sometimes nasty comments. It’s not happening all the time, it’s have happen three times. When it happen to me the first time, I was about 24. I was in Ottawa. I didn’t get the job. When I call about that one, I receive a comment like: “Where looking for someone with more office experience”. I didn’t die from it. There’s just this type of recruiter who call you to make you loose your time. For recruiters who are no New Brunswicker friendly, I say: just forgive about me and my résumé. Anyway, for that job in Ottawa, during the interview, the guy just start complaining about New Brunswick, he was from New Brunswick himself, and it’s make me sick. I don’t go really often to New Brunswick, but I don’t want to hear something bad about it, it drive me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still on this No New Brunswicker friendly because it’s happening twice to me today. Once, I was returning a call that I miss for a job. I was calling from a pay phone and I have problem to hear. I was calling from Bonaventure, close to the arena they have there. And then the guy ask where I came from, well next time, I will answer: does that really matter for the job? I have an interview fix next week but I won’t show up, trust me on that one. It’s annoy me so bad when he said: “They speak French in New Brunswick?” I prefer to become a cleaning lady then to continue to heard those types of comment. Well, hear me speak English, you’ll notice that yes, there’s French in New Brunswick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next incident, later on this afternoon, the comment came from a recruiter from an agencies. He doesn’t speak French, might have went one or two times to New Brunswick and there, for a reason or another, the guy complaint on how small it was, nananani, nanana. It has nothing to do with the job! I won’t work for him either. Today was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-4011500989525232227?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/4011500989525232227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=4011500989525232227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4011500989525232227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4011500989525232227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-job-search-disaster.html' title='My job search disaster'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-4545479567541413965</id><published>2007-06-12T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:22:36.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new career: cleaning lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am about to start a new career... &lt;st1:date year="2007" day="16" month="6"&gt;Saturday,  June 16, 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;, it will be my first day of work as a cleaning lady. For the few of them who know me well, it’s just impossible to imagine. Well, unemployment have a lot to do about it. For the two last weeks, I have been unemployed. I decided to do something about it. I have been to some interviews, but I won’t receive news any time soon, only next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, I post different ads. It’s been working and surprise, I am a brand new cleaning lady. It’s a good way to make extra money and it will help me to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-4545479567541413965?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/4545479567541413965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=4545479567541413965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4545479567541413965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/4545479567541413965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-career-cleaning-lady.html' title='My new career: cleaning lady'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8971063246934265160</id><published>2007-04-22T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:23:45.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back on the net</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just move last Saturday, Brossard to Longueil, unfortunately. I now have to wake up at 6 o' clock in the morning. Before, it was 7 o'clock, even sometimes 7h30... Anyway, I have to adjust and make sure I don't go to sleep to late, because I could miss the bus... I will miss the kitty... I even get close to bring him with me...Bye Bailey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have post pictures of the cat below the postings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8971063246934265160?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8971063246934265160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8971063246934265160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8971063246934265160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8971063246934265160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-back-on-net.html' title='I am back on the net'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7208388855916990901</id><published>2007-04-10T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:24:23.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A room or a small bachelor… you choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to move, May 15th the latest. I have to move by May 15th. I am in a hurry to move! I am suppose to move in a room. I find it expensive, an apartment all for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7208388855916990901?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7208388855916990901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7208388855916990901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7208388855916990901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7208388855916990901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/room-or-small-bachelor-you-choose.html' title='A room or a small bachelor… you choose'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5318185610059782038</id><published>2007-04-10T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:24:51.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posh Spice drink tea… so I drink tea too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did something crazy today! I have no more grocery, no more coffee, so I went to the grocery store after work. I was going to buy coffee when I begin to look at the tea. And it’s then when I remember that Posh Spice drink peppermint herbal tea to stay slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy some just like Posh Spice do… And she’s so thin, I guess it’s work! I hope it will work on me. I want to loose weight before summer. I might go to a gym or something for a few weeks. But a few weeks only. Or I might drink tea only. If you see me somewhere drinking tea, you’ll know now why… And I also read somewhere that Katie Holmes was drinking peppermint tea too. Katie and Posh Spice are like best friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship last forever. GIRL POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5318185610059782038?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5318185610059782038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5318185610059782038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5318185610059782038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5318185610059782038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/posh-spice-drink-tea-so-i-drink-tea-too.html' title='Posh Spice drink tea… so I drink tea too'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5128425993519532708</id><published>2007-04-08T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:25:42.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no! PaidForum.net is temporary close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My weekend really suck! PaidForum is close! Oh noooo! I reach more than the minimum payout, which is 50$ on PaidForum. I know I wasn’t going to get paid on April 1th, but anyway, I didn’t except that the site would ever close, even if it’s not close forever. I am moving on April 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and I need the money to move. I am so unlucky with online money maker. I first try My Lot, then, SlashMySearch, and then, later on PaidForum. Not that those money maker don’t work, but the money I earn from them is very little and since I am moving soon, I didn’t have any time to invest in them lately…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s too bad the PaidForum.net site is temporary close, because you won’t be able to read my funny threads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5128425993519532708?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5128425993519532708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5128425993519532708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5128425993519532708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5128425993519532708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-no-paidforumnet-is-temporary-close.html' title='Oh no! PaidForum.net is temporary close!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7601493588432838192</id><published>2007-04-08T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:26:21.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Sandy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know your looking at my blog right now, so I came to say hello! Good luck in Alberta. I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7601493588432838192?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7601493588432838192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7601493588432838192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7601493588432838192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7601493588432838192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-sandy.html' title='Hi Sandy!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7916983419612210234</id><published>2007-04-07T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:27:13.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GrindHouse is a waked movie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to see GrindHouse last evening and I fin dit super great! I just love the movie. And the soundtrack is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7916983419612210234?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7916983419612210234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7916983419612210234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7916983419612210234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7916983419612210234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/04/grindhouse-is-waked-movie.html' title='GrindHouse is a waked movie!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3455118901069488444</id><published>2007-03-13T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:27:47.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slash My Search Web site is still gone…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not gone, well, if you go check the site, everything seem to be ok, but when you try to login in your account… it’s just not working. How am I suppose to be able to make money from that site if I can’t even login? Trauma 911.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3455118901069488444?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3455118901069488444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3455118901069488444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3455118901069488444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3455118901069488444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/03/slash-my-search-web-site-is-still-gone.html' title='Slash My Search Web site is still gone…'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1757915805020876720</id><published>2007-03-13T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:28:46.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just respond to a discussion that has been post on My Lot. A pal talk about his father that is slowly dying. He’s in the US, and his father live in Canada. And the guy was wondering if on Friday, is father will still be alive because he was going to Canada to see his father this Friday… After reading and answering to his post, I feel really sad because it’s make me remember of my grandfather who pass away alone, in an hospital room… just after my mother and other relatives had visit him, for the really last time. And it’s make me think about my life, what I wanted to change before I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1757915805020876720?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1757915805020876720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1757915805020876720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1757915805020876720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1757915805020876720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-sad.html' title='Very sad...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1839102912579238634</id><published>2007-03-08T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:29:23.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://astore.amazon.ca/repertoiredes-20"&gt;http://astore.amazon.ca/repertoiredes-20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link that will drive you to my first online store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yr42mq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1839102912579238634?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://astore.amazon.ca/repertoiredes-20' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1839102912579238634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1839102912579238634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1839102912579238634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1839102912579238634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/03/href-httpastore.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7916295773946008894</id><published>2007-02-25T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:30:23.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroni and cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am having macaroni and cheese tonight for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7916295773946008894?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7916295773946008894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7916295773946008894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7916295773946008894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7916295773946008894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/macaroni-and-cheese.html' title='Macaroni and cheese'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7623712765507988739</id><published>2007-02-25T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:31:00.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to try My Lot anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can now ;) Just register via the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylot.com/?ref=JulieSkyRock"&gt;http://www.mylot.com/?ref=JulieSkyRock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7623712765507988739?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7623712765507988739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7623712765507988739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7623712765507988739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7623712765507988739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-want-to-try-my-lot-anyway.html' title='You want to try My Lot anyway?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5337212676255199522</id><published>2007-02-25T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:31:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slash My Search or My Lot: Who’s the best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For what I have been experience so far, I prefer Slash My Search. It’s less work. It’s much easier to do search by using their site (I am talking about Slash My Search). I did multiple search and so far, I earn $0.66132. On My Lot, by posting about 150 messages, I just earn 1.42$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Slash My Search” thing is really easy and it’s a lot quicker to earn money their that on “My Lot”. “My Lot” required some writing and thinking and “Slash My Search”, none of that, just some quick typing and clicking. For now on, I will focus more on “Slash My Search”. I learn that I could possibly earn about 180$ per month by using “Slash My Search”. The 180$ don’t include any referrals. So since I don’t have any, the max that I gain earn is 180$. With 180$, I will not be that fat away of those 400$. I have been spending my Saturday browsing the Web I hope this will work out. About those 400$, it’s that I once post on “My Lot” that I wanted to make at least 400$ by using online money maker. 400$ is the amount of my rent for my room. It could be cool if I could pay my rent via online money maker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know whenever I reach 400$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5337212676255199522?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5337212676255199522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5337212676255199522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5337212676255199522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5337212676255199522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/slash-my-search-or-my-lot-whos-best.html' title='Slash My Search or My Lot: Who’s the best?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1060450252591867705</id><published>2007-02-22T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:32:16.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had post something here, but is was been taken away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1060450252591867705?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1060450252591867705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1060450252591867705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1060450252591867705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1060450252591867705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8786911460481502900</id><published>2007-02-20T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:32:48.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slash My Search: Give it a try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just find out, SlashMySeach is a new search engine, just like Google, Yahoo, but in better, because you can gain money by using it! You want to give it a try? Just consult the following link. It's simple and easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashmysearch.com/earn/id/5614"&gt;http://www.slashmysearch.com/earn/id/5614&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8786911460481502900?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8786911460481502900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8786911460481502900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8786911460481502900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8786911460481502900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/slash-my-search-give-it-try.html' title='Slash My Search: Give it a try!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-336296741828565439</id><published>2007-02-20T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:33:17.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lot or how to make a complete fool of yourself in forums...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far, I post over 100 messages in different forums of My Lot. I try to answer questions the best as I could, but it's not easy when English is for you a second language. I try it out anyway and the result are... quite small. I just earn 1.31$ for more then 100 posts. I also put there some pictures. 1.31$ is not enought... I want more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-336296741828565439?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/336296741828565439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=336296741828565439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/336296741828565439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/336296741828565439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-lot-or-how-to-make-completely-fool.html' title='My Lot or how to make a complete fool of yourself in forums...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3339322365990730848</id><published>2007-02-19T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:33:51.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your time worth money, so don't waste it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some a useful Web sites that provide information regarding scams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.top10workfromhome.com/scamoftheweek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beenpaid.com/award/view.php?id=208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3339322365990730848?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3339322365990730848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3339322365990730848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3339322365990730848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3339322365990730848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-time-worth-money-so-dont-waste-it.html' title='Your time worth money, so don&apos;t waste it!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3723491041294391082</id><published>2007-02-19T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:34:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slash My Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I had register with My Lot, I’ve been posting and answering some questions. You can follow my journey at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mylot.com/JulieSkyRock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start a discussion regarding a new money maker that have been running for a while, call Slash My Search (www.slashmysearch.com). I heard a lot regarding Slash My Search, bad and good things. Since I’ve been actually searching for money makers over the Internet, I’ve got really interest in Slash My Search. I taught it could be a nice way to gain money. And to tell you the true, I don’t know a thing about Slash My Search. Why? Because I wasn’t able to get into their Web site yet. I was curious about this and I ask the following question in My Lot forum: “Do you know if the Slash My Search Web site still working?“ For as far that I knew back then, Slash My Search wasn’t working. Here is the link if you want to follow the discussion: http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/789724.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far so good, I receive 11 answers for my question. Everybody seem to have the same problem and we are at least 11 persons who agree in one thing: Slash My Search is a spam. So you have to be extra careful when you try to make money online! Don’t invest your time in a scam! My Lot is not a spam, but you can only earn just little money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3723491041294391082?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3723491041294391082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3723491041294391082' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3723491041294391082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3723491041294391082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/slash-my-search.html' title='Slash My Search'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5966121798988018060</id><published>2007-02-18T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:36:11.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now on My Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is my kind of blog on My Lot: http://mylot.com/JulieSkyRock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Lot is just fabulous. You get paid to post answers and start discussions. It's interesting and it's a good way to discovers the opinions of people in different subjects. By reading some posts, I just learn that Britney Spears has actually shave her head. I find it really strange. She's a mother of two and she gets her beautiful hairs shave. Would you like to join My Lot and have fun too? You now can, just click on the following link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mylot.com/?ref=JulieSkyRock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5966121798988018060?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5966121798988018060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5966121798988018060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5966121798988018060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5966121798988018060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-now-on-my-lot.html' title='I am now on My Lot'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-2390190186480132873</id><published>2007-02-16T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:36:39.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Agloco can do for us…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I consider that’s a nice way to earn money. And who knows, I might make enough to consolidate my debts, no more debt problems. And maybe, enjoy life a little more, buy a domain registration… I really want to make money from home, with Agloco or not. I need some credit counseling or fast loans. One or another. Making money on the Internet can’t help me with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-2390190186480132873?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/2390190186480132873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=2390190186480132873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2390190186480132873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/2390190186480132873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-agloco-can-do-for-us.html' title='What Agloco can do for us…'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1422395879720986845</id><published>2007-02-16T13:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:38:45.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More about AdSense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard that via the Adsense Web Services, if specific worls could really pay off if they where put on a Web site or a blog. But which words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1422395879720986845?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1422395879720986845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1422395879720986845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1422395879720986845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1422395879720986845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-about-adsense.html' title='More about AdSense'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-1940169098592938912</id><published>2007-02-16T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:37:28.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my first blog. It's something I wanted to try for a long time and I am happy to put a little bit of myself on the Web. I wanted a place where I could share my pictures with everyone. I am from New Brunswick. I left a couple of years ago for my study. After that, I have been around, I move a couple of times. I was in Quebec City for several weeks. I then I move to Gatineau (Qc, near Ottawa, Canada). I have been there for almost 2 years. Since last August, I am in Brossard (Montreal area). I enjoy my new place and I find it really cool. My pictures cover those areas (New Brunswick, Quebec City, Ile d'Orleans, Gatineau, Ottawa and Montreal). It's a big mix of all those places. I like to take pictures of cats and landscapes. Photography is my major hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-1940169098592938912?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/1940169098592938912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=1940169098592938912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1940169098592938912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/1940169098592938912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-7827615678761667084</id><published>2007-02-15T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:38:05.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog En Vogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am now fully searchable via Search engines! To make it happen, I use FeedBurner. You can access via: http://www.feedburner.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The registration is free. FeedBurner is user friendly and I truly recommend it. Stay tuned for more useful tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-7827615678761667084?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/7827615678761667084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=7827615678761667084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7827615678761667084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/7827615678761667084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-en-vogue.html' title='Blog En Vogue'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-5747229652718273673</id><published>2007-02-14T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:39:23.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lonely evening, since I am spending Valentine Day all by myself. Nothing much going on. I try to search my blog via the Search feature on www.blogger.com. For a reason or another, I cannot find my own blog. I don't exist on the Web. I am all alone... for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-5747229652718273673?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/5747229652718273673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=5747229652718273673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5747229652718273673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/5747229652718273673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentine-day.html' title='Happy Valentine Day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8158987248026621106</id><published>2007-02-13T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:39:59.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Adsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I receive my account for Google AdSense today! It's way too cool. If you want to learn more about AdSense, you can consult the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://www.google.com/adsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8158987248026621106?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8158987248026621106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8158987248026621106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8158987248026621106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8158987248026621106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/google-adsense.html' title='Google Adsense'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-3317837909659707164</id><published>2007-02-13T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:56:46.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just earn my first 0.50 cents over the Internet!</title><content type='html'>Yes! And it was with Treasure Trooper. Here is the Web site: http://www.treasuretrooper.com/228992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-3317837909659707164?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/3317837909659707164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=3317837909659707164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3317837909659707164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/3317837909659707164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-earn-my-first-050-cents-over.html' title='I just earn my first 0.50 cents over the Internet!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171491721625060176.post-8900923151476002785</id><published>2007-02-13T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:35:35.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Agloco?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agloco is a new way to gain extra money by surfing the Web. The concept is quite simple. By dowloading a bar that will be available in a few weeks, you will be able to gain money by surfing the Web. Since the tool bar is not available right now, you can, in the mean time, register, and let everyone know about Agloco! You can register at: http://www.agloco.com/r/BBBW3588&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171491721625060176-8900923151476002785?l=julieplaceu2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/feeds/8900923151476002785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171491721625060176&amp;postID=8900923151476002785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8900923151476002785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171491721625060176/posts/default/8900923151476002785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieplaceu2.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-agloco.html' title='What&apos;s Agloco?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
