So on April 3rd 2013, I had an anthropology test. I came to school dead tired, didn’t want to be there, didn‘t even try to dress up, didn’t even get enough sleep, barely even studied for the test. It was hell week, I had 3 essays, 2 exams and 1 test to write in just one week (more like 4 days). It takes me an hour to commute to school. I only had one reason to go and it was to write the test then leave to work on my essays. I finished the test in like 40 minutes. It takes longer to commute to school. I was complaining how much of a waste it was to just go there to write a stupid test. Little did I know this would happen.
After the test, I was on my way to the subway station with my friend who was going to take the streetcar. Then we bumped into these people filming in between the bus stop and the subway station. We didn’t want to be rude and just walk in the middle while they were filming so we decided to wait it out. While waiting, we we’re talking about the test and how horrible I did because I didn’t have time to study. Then a lady comes up to us and asks us if we wanted to make $200. I didn’t even think at all and when I say this I mean it. “$200, YEAH SURE~” just came out of my mouth without even knowing what was going on. The lady tells us to go up to this other lady and ask her what she’s doing and just have a conversation with her. So we did and that was that. It happened so fast. They asked us to sign a paper and so we did and that was that. It did not even take that long, at most it took like 10 minutes for both my friend and I and we were done. When I actually had time to take this all in and think it through while I was in the subway, I became very paranoid. I kept thinking, “You idiot, you just gave your info to random strangers in the street and basically signed a contract. What is wrong with you?” I forgot about it after that because it was hell week so my mind was occupied with school stuff. A couple of weeks later a number kept calling my cellphone. I have a really bad habit of keeping my phone on silent plus I also rarely answer calls from numbers I don’t know (also a bad habit because I’ve applied for jobs and they have probably called me but I never bothered to pick up). Anyway, I was sick after hell week, my body just shut down. My friend told me that the people in charge of the commercial called her, so I asked her if it was the same number that kept calling me and it was. I asked her what they wanted and she said they asked for her address and SIN number. When I heard this I was like “WTF? Why do they need our SIN number?” I was paranoid again but way more now because well that’s my SIN number. My identity can be stolen. I was freakin’ out my friends’ comments didn’t help either. But I still called them. I didn’t know if I could trust the lady I was talking to but I found out that in order to get paid and and for tax purposes and what not, they need our info. I felt safer because my friend reassured me that she did a background check on them and everything. Well, I guess I don’t have to worry anymore. Now I’m just waiting to get paid, I’m serious. I need that cheque~
I don’t like being surrounded by negativity.
It makes everything worse.
My mood, my temper, my overall being.