Types of People I Like to Work With

Everyone has their own way of working-no kidding.

#1) The Work Horse: I have this friend that has the ability to work like a machine. When she starts she just spits out information —————————————————and the stuff she puts down on paper is like in another language. You can’t even understand what is written there because it’s so complicated. There are a lot of  science-y words that just give you a headache. She doesn’t procrastinate; she probably doesn’t even know how. She just works, works, and works…. and if you don’t work as hard, the level of disapproval she can load up in one look is enough to skip even your lunch break. That one look. You will work like your life is dependent on it. This is a really useful partner in any work situation. There is one rule though: she can’t work after 7pm. So what does she do after that? Learn Japanese of course-everyone’s favourite past time.

#2) The Distracted One: This  friend is the one that is really annoying. You work really well together, you come up with amazing ideas, and then when you try to make these ideas come alive? This person gets distracted. You argue over something that doesn’t really matter, but continue to do it anyway because you have to win this argument. You think this person is really funny, this person thinks they are really funny, but the reason behind why they are funny is completely different from yours. See, they think they are funny because they continuously crack silly jokes that they think are funny. I laugh because of how unfunny they actually are. This person then waits for my reaction and expects support in large group situations (because no one else laughs). I support him anyway because he is my friend (and maybe sometimes he-accidentally-says smart things). So here I am trying to work and there he is asking me all these questions…hey do you want to do this instead? Are you sure? No, bad idea, let’s do something else. My response…sir *pause*, sir *pause*, can we please start the project first?

#3) The Next-Level-Genius: This is the person we all envy. She is pretty, charming, funny, wants to travel the world, and tells you all about the upcoming songs, movies, funny youtube videos, critiques everything, and has the best giggle. She is also the biggest procrastinator you have ever met. She will start the assignment not the day before, but the day of, she will study a day before the test pulling an all- nighter. The kicker? When I get my paper back- 80%, after genuine hard work. Her paper? Only 98%!!!

She is also super unorganized; she had this huge binder, where all her papers would be just left inside. When she would open her binder she would place her paper on top of this massive pile of work from all her subjects. When you do any of that, you know what happens? Your parents tell you: oh my, this is an A student? How do you study? Your teachers tell you: you should start your assignments well in advance. You know what I am beginning to think… procrastination is a sign of intelligence (that is if you do it well)! I mean…think about it, if your brain is able to process all that unorganized information in something that makes sense to you in little time without using extra time to practice or learn a skill…then isn’t that a form of intelligence? Teachers should be teaching us that skill (not procrastination, but how to learn more efficiently)!



Stuff People Like Me Dream About

Dear Santa,

You always seem to be running behind on my gifts, so this time I will make a list for you well in advance:

  • I am still waiting for my mountain of KitKat. This one is really overdue, I’m sure I asked for this when I was three, and here I am still waiting…18…years…old. This is when I need it most Santa! University can be stressful.
  • I want wings, even though I am afraid of heights, but it’s okay. It would be so cool, I would be famous.
  • More vegetarian/vegan food options on campus!
  • Surface Pro 4. OH MY GOD, I am still hyperventilating. It’s been out for forever now, and I still don’t have one. Unacceptable.
  • Make me smart-please, please, please. I just want to know everything, and be right all the time, and learn with super speed so I don’t have to study. I’d also like to have a wicked presence of mind, and, and, impress the world with my genius.
  • A house in the middle of nowhere. Preferably big, on a waterfall, and surrounded by nature. You know, the green stuff. The birds and animals-no mosquitoes though, or spiders… or bees. Also, no mortgage.
  • A Ferrari. Just cause. No clue why a Ferrari is better than a Corolla, but you know…..it’s cool.
  • Make me a CEO. They make a lot of money, and no one tells them what to do.
  • A green house. I visited the greenhouse on campus the other day and couldn’t believe the level of awesome that was in there. I just walked in and BOOM! Heaven. The air- it smelled so goooooooood *sigh.* It wasn’t a strong smell. It didn’t smell like flowers or anything. It just smelled…green, fresh, rejuvenating. All the plants were beautiful; I have a plant in my room and I feel so happy just watering it every day. It’s amazing. I talk to it all day and it just listens, and smiles, in its plant- like-way. I just want more of them…in a greenhouse.
  • The ability to read minds, turn invisible when I want (to spy), and disappear and reappear in different locations like a vampire.

And that’s it! See, nothing much. Santa, you need to pick up your game, or people will start to believe you don’t exist. This is not blackmail, it’s friendly advice.

The Phone Call

See, I live on residence, but that doesn’t mean I am free from home. Nope. I have this responsibility where I am supposed to pick up my phone. My phone; don’t even get me started on my phone, I absolutely hate it! The only thing I would actually want to use my phone for is to read books online while I am waiting in line for Tim Hortons.

I become anxious when I receive texts. I give my phone the evil eye for a good 30 seconds before I respond back. I mean I love all my friends, I just hate texting. Then there’s calling (ugh); I can’t even begin to describe how much I don’t like talking on the phone. That being said, do you know what I am expected to do? I am expected to pick up the phone, go to contacts, select HOME and press the call button. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Now here is the other problem. I have an assignment coming up…Ha! When has that ever happened? More like 4. Okay, so I am working diligently away, watching YouTube videos on how not to procrastinate after classes (I’m trying!). Then I look at the blank page for a while….make a plan on how to get work done, and then go back to the YouTube videos (I need inspiration, don’t judge). Then I look at the watch. OH MY GOD! It’s 7 and I haven’t even started the paper, which of course, is due tomorrow. So I am working hard by now, flying through the assignment, and before I know it, the clock strikes 12.  Annnnnnnnnnnd I forgot to call home, again. Sometimes I call at 11 by accident, thinking that it’s 8 or something, and everyone is sleeping. So then I feel guilty; great, I woke everyone up. Good job, super kid.

What happens during the off chance when I actually call home?

Mom picks up the phone,

“Hello, did you finally get time to call us?”

“Mom, I was really busy okay.”

(Sarcastically)“Yes, yes I know you must be very busy. What did you eat today?”

“Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”


My little sister cuts in,

“You know what sis?”


“The whole point in making a drawing video is to show off your hand. You are supposed to paint your nails. In your last blog, you didn’t paint your nails, that’s all anyone could focus on. Who does that? Oh you know what? I joined dance club, and we are about to work on this project where I am going to research volcanoes…dance is so difficult no one knows what they are doing…volcanoes are creepy. Sowhatdidyoudotoday?”

“Ummm…I worked on psych” (It sounds lame, even to me).

Muffled voices in the background.

“Grace let me talk, Grace, GRACE!”

Dad’s turn…

“How are you?”

“Great, how are you?”

(Sigh) “I am good, how is school going?”

“Really good.”

(Mom in the background)“Ask her, did she get the grades for her last test?”


“No I didn’t get them yet.”

Mom cuts in,

“Your teachers….” (sound of disapproval) “Why do they take so long to mark?”

“Mom the test was yesterday.”

Dad in the background,

“Don’t bother her, let her study.”


“At least say bye to her. Here, papa wants to say bye.”


“Bye, good luck for your assignment.”


Chorus of goodbyes, like I am being dropped off at the airport.

My family is super entertaining, it’s like being in a drama/comedy TV show; and for those who understand, its like being in an Ekta Kapoor serial.