My final email to Fido (thank gawd for that!):
Hi there,
A week ago I sent you an email about how incredibly disappointed I was with your services when my phone stopped working. A few days later on December 28th, I received a call from David, one of your Fido supervisors. Though he attempted to be helpful, he did not rectify my issue with the phone and my service. After speaking with David, I was a few dollars richer (thanks for the credit after I practically demanded it), but still without a functioning smart phone. Once again, I was told to head to the Fido store to hand in my phone for upwards of 8 weeks. Again I was told that I would not be given a loaner phone. Thank goodness I still had my 3 year old, non smartphone LG phone!
I sat for a day or two and fumed about Fido and the lack of true customer service. I spoke with a few carriers, received quotes and then decided to speak with Fido's retention team.
This email is a THANK YOU to the fabulous customer service I received when I called. This email is also a mention of how I should not have to threaten to cancel my account with you to finally get the service I so desperately wanted the first time days before.
I spoke with Annetta - employee # 00000, and she was simply fantastic. Instead of just reading my file, she asked me to tell her what my issue was. When I was done with my story, she asked the question that no one else had asked - what did I need from Fido? Five people later and lo and behold, my disappointment disappears with a few simple words. I told Annetta exactly what I needed. And then, not only did she give me my request - a phone that worked - but then she went back through my account and walked me through all my coverages. THEN! She helped me save over $30 a month on my two phone lines.
Annetta mentioned that it could take upwards of 20 days to receive my phone, but she felt that it would not take that long. Yesterday afternoon there was a knock at the door and I received my new cell phone! I was amazed that I got my phone in just two business days. Fantastic. Kudos also to Jackie at your call centre who assisted me in setting up my iPhone. If more of your CSRs were like these ladies, I may not have to feel like Grampa Simpson having to write angry letters to your company.
Regards,
Tha Monkey
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
We all know what happened to Old Yeller...
So today Fido rang me to discuss my epic email.
22 minutes later and hours of thought later and I don't think I got much further ahead of my issues. It's not the fault of the poor supervisor who got picked to call me...he tried. He really tried. But when I'm unhappy, there's no cheering me up. Especially when you tell me that a) the credit you're giving me on my data plan is an exception, not the rule...even after I've told you that I've gone and dug out my 3 year old phone which has no internet access and the data package won't work on the phone; b) you tell me that if I want a new, no wait, refurbished replacement (cause the phone is no longer offered), I have to take it to the Fido store myself and c) you say that I'm being too harsh on the company when I tell you that your current web site is not user friendly because I cannot locate my 4 month old phone, because that's right, Fido discontinued the phone!
I must admit that it was all very disapointing. I've been a customer for almost 10 years. I'm not looking for any special deals. All I want is some basic customer service. If there's a problem, give me options, not excuses. And for the love of the big guy...stop discontinuing your phones before they're even 6 months old!!!
Canadian customer service sucks nine times out of ten. Having only 3 cell phone carriers to pick from is infuriating. None of them care whether or not you're happy. If you don't like your carrier, be prepared to pay hundreds of dollars to get out of a contract. Good thing you got me to sign up for 3 years, eh Fido? My bank account doesn't have enough to pay the ransom for my own escape. So for the next few years, I'll be the customer that your supervisors will dread having to call. Not because I'm nasty on the phone (I'm not, I completely understand the job of a CSR), but because I'll have done my homework & I refuse to buy your pre-scripted responses.
Now get that damn dog off my good sofa.
22 minutes later and hours of thought later and I don't think I got much further ahead of my issues. It's not the fault of the poor supervisor who got picked to call me...he tried. He really tried. But when I'm unhappy, there's no cheering me up. Especially when you tell me that a) the credit you're giving me on my data plan is an exception, not the rule...even after I've told you that I've gone and dug out my 3 year old phone which has no internet access and the data package won't work on the phone; b) you tell me that if I want a new, no wait, refurbished replacement (cause the phone is no longer offered), I have to take it to the Fido store myself and c) you say that I'm being too harsh on the company when I tell you that your current web site is not user friendly because I cannot locate my 4 month old phone, because that's right, Fido discontinued the phone!
I must admit that it was all very disapointing. I've been a customer for almost 10 years. I'm not looking for any special deals. All I want is some basic customer service. If there's a problem, give me options, not excuses. And for the love of the big guy...stop discontinuing your phones before they're even 6 months old!!!
Canadian customer service sucks nine times out of ten. Having only 3 cell phone carriers to pick from is infuriating. None of them care whether or not you're happy. If you don't like your carrier, be prepared to pay hundreds of dollars to get out of a contract. Good thing you got me to sign up for 3 years, eh Fido? My bank account doesn't have enough to pay the ransom for my own escape. So for the next few years, I'll be the customer that your supervisors will dread having to call. Not because I'm nasty on the phone (I'm not, I completely understand the job of a CSR), but because I'll have done my homework & I refuse to buy your pre-scripted responses.
Now get that damn dog off my good sofa.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
How I learned (the hard way) that Canadian phone companies suck almost as bad as Canadian customer service
This is the email that I sent to Fido...I suspect it will be read by an over-worked, under-paid Fido employee who has no power to fix anything. Fun times!_____________________________________________________
Hello there,
I purchased a Motorola Moto Q in August. Over the last two weeks, I've experienced a variety of issues with the phone, with the biggest issue being a "no service" notice that leaves me unable to make or receive calls. I did a full system reset, removed the battery & did a regular shut down. The phone seemed to work fine last week and I forgot about the issue. Until today. When I went to make a call, I got a message that told me I needed a radio wire. If I attempted to connect to the internet, I was told that the phone was in flight mode. Since I use my phone for personal and business, this is a major problem.
I called your call centre today, and after 15 minutes, I got nowhere. The CSR checked with the tech team & was given reset instructions that did not apply to my phone. The CSR did not believe me when I said that pressing the instructed buttons did nothing to rectify the issue. At the end of the call, he told me to return the phone to the location of purchase for a replacement model. So desperately needing a new phone, I headed down to the Eaton Centre (an adventure in itself, with today being the last day for Christmas shopping). I went to the kiosk I bought the phone at, mentioned that I was having technical problems and immediately told to head to the Fido store. I did as I was told and headed over. The technician at the store was nice enough, but then mentioned that my SIM card (given to me by Fido some years ago) was incompatible with my phone. This is the FIRST time I've heard this. I mentioned that when I bought the new phone, the old SIM card was installed by the person at the kiosk. The technician then told me that it should not have been done & that I needed to either find the SIM card that came with the Moto Q or pay $35 for a new SIM. The technician also mentioned that if it was a true issue with the phone, it would take 8 weeks to fix and that I would not receive a loaner phone as you discontinued the Moto Q two months ago.
Why must I run around the city to find out that months ago someone didn't change a SIM card? And why is it that months later, the phone doesn't work because of this old SIM card?I could go on, but my irritation is simple...where is your consistency? Why did three people give me three different answers? I checked all my Fido booklets and NOWHERE does it tell me that I must transfer all my info to a new SIM card in order for the new phone to operate properly. Is this even true?
I've been a faithful customer (something I'm sure you hear quite a bit), but honestly...I'm almost willing to pay the penalty to get out of my contract with you folks and run far away. Why? Because you don't care about my patronage. Pure and simple.
All I want is for someone with some knowledge to let me know how to make my phone work. In the meantime, I'm off to see what other phone carriers can offer me.
Regards,
Tha Monkey
Hello there,
I purchased a Motorola Moto Q in August. Over the last two weeks, I've experienced a variety of issues with the phone, with the biggest issue being a "no service" notice that leaves me unable to make or receive calls. I did a full system reset, removed the battery & did a regular shut down. The phone seemed to work fine last week and I forgot about the issue. Until today. When I went to make a call, I got a message that told me I needed a radio wire. If I attempted to connect to the internet, I was told that the phone was in flight mode. Since I use my phone for personal and business, this is a major problem.
I called your call centre today, and after 15 minutes, I got nowhere. The CSR checked with the tech team & was given reset instructions that did not apply to my phone. The CSR did not believe me when I said that pressing the instructed buttons did nothing to rectify the issue. At the end of the call, he told me to return the phone to the location of purchase for a replacement model. So desperately needing a new phone, I headed down to the Eaton Centre (an adventure in itself, with today being the last day for Christmas shopping). I went to the kiosk I bought the phone at, mentioned that I was having technical problems and immediately told to head to the Fido store. I did as I was told and headed over. The technician at the store was nice enough, but then mentioned that my SIM card (given to me by Fido some years ago) was incompatible with my phone. This is the FIRST time I've heard this. I mentioned that when I bought the new phone, the old SIM card was installed by the person at the kiosk. The technician then told me that it should not have been done & that I needed to either find the SIM card that came with the Moto Q or pay $35 for a new SIM. The technician also mentioned that if it was a true issue with the phone, it would take 8 weeks to fix and that I would not receive a loaner phone as you discontinued the Moto Q two months ago.
Why must I run around the city to find out that months ago someone didn't change a SIM card? And why is it that months later, the phone doesn't work because of this old SIM card?I could go on, but my irritation is simple...where is your consistency? Why did three people give me three different answers? I checked all my Fido booklets and NOWHERE does it tell me that I must transfer all my info to a new SIM card in order for the new phone to operate properly. Is this even true?
I've been a faithful customer (something I'm sure you hear quite a bit), but honestly...I'm almost willing to pay the penalty to get out of my contract with you folks and run far away. Why? Because you don't care about my patronage. Pure and simple.
All I want is for someone with some knowledge to let me know how to make my phone work. In the meantime, I'm off to see what other phone carriers can offer me.
Regards,
Tha Monkey
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Hong Kong, yo!
So once again I've been ignoring this here blog. I have no real excuse...well, other than the fact that I just got back from Hong Kong and am horribly jet lagged. Honest.
Check out: www.flickr.com/photos/35mmmonkey for more proof....
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The sales pitch...
Looking for the perfect gift for the person who has everything?
Why not buy them a book of motorcycle photos? Not just ANY photos...but ones taken out of context! That's right! Pictures of bits and bites of motorcycles!
We're proud to present: Taken out of context, by Renee Navarro.
Check out the link, see the book preview and then buy a bunch of books for those special folks in your life.
You'll be glad you did.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
2008...already thundering along
Uh huh. I'm a neglectful monkey.
But that's okay...I have charm & skillz to pay the billz.
Failing that, http://www.ovesnynavarro.com/ launched quietly about 4 months ago. Shortly after my last post on this site. Coincidence? I think not.
If you're on FaceCrack, hunt us down and join the Ovesny/Navarro Photography group.
It's fun times.
Nootch.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Adult onset ADD strikes again
Yeah.
It's true.
If you're still reading this blog, you know that I'm neglecting it. Cause, well, I'm like that.
I got things on the go. Dammit.
Like work. Hustling for work. Working. Taking photos. Editing Photos (something I'm supposed to be doing RIGHT THIS MINUTE).
Anyhoodle.
Stuff's going on. I'm still around.
I may wander back from time to time. Who knows?
Check: www.ovesnynavarro.blogspot.com for updates about photography stuff. We're running a blog until our official website launches, and then, we'll neglect that blog for long stretches at a time, but we'll definitely update it every so often.
Ta da. Updates. Aren't you glad we had this time together?
It's true.
If you're still reading this blog, you know that I'm neglecting it. Cause, well, I'm like that.
I got things on the go. Dammit.
Like work. Hustling for work. Working. Taking photos. Editing Photos (something I'm supposed to be doing RIGHT THIS MINUTE).
Anyhoodle.
Stuff's going on. I'm still around.
I may wander back from time to time. Who knows?
Check: www.ovesnynavarro.blogspot.com for updates about photography stuff. We're running a blog until our official website launches, and then, we'll neglect that blog for long stretches at a time, but we'll definitely update it every so often.
Ta da. Updates. Aren't you glad we had this time together?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Missing in action
Yeah. I still have a Blogger account.
But I also have a short attention span.
And a MySpace account.
And a Facebook account.
And a job. Or two.
You know what that means, right?
It means that the 2 people who used to read this got fed up of not seeing any updates and left.
Find me on Facebook....look for Ovesny/Navarro Photography and join the group.
We're working on taking over the world. One photograph at a time.
It'll be fun.
Come along for the ride.
Nooch.
But I also have a short attention span.
And a MySpace account.
And a Facebook account.
And a job. Or two.
You know what that means, right?
It means that the 2 people who used to read this got fed up of not seeing any updates and left.
Find me on Facebook....look for Ovesny/Navarro Photography and join the group.
We're working on taking over the world. One photograph at a time.
It'll be fun.
Come along for the ride.
Nooch.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
Get out your daytimers...
More reminders about some upcoming shows!
Opening April 19th at the Gladstone Hotel in downtown Toronto: Text Refashion. This is a total art overload! Mikey wrote a poem, Pete & I shot it, and our shot influenced another artist who's work influenced another artist and so and and so on. This show runs April 19th - 22nd
Opening April 28th at Lift Salon in downtown Toronto: Patchwork Collective. This is part of the Contact Photography Festival. 4 photographers, 20 mind blowing photos. Email: contact.patchwork@gmail.com for further info, jokes and deep conversations about buttermilk.
http://www.contactphoto.com/view.php?sec=exhibitions&eventid=643
Opening April 19th at the Gladstone Hotel in downtown Toronto: Text Refashion. This is a total art overload! Mikey wrote a poem, Pete & I shot it, and our shot influenced another artist who's work influenced another artist and so and and so on. This show runs April 19th - 22nd
Opening April 28th at Lift Salon in downtown Toronto: Patchwork Collective. This is part of the Contact Photography Festival. 4 photographers, 20 mind blowing photos. Email: contact.patchwork@gmail.com for further info, jokes and deep conversations about buttermilk.
http://www.contactphoto.com/view.php?sec=exhibitions&eventid=643
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Updates stolen from my MySpace profile & posted here & on vox
Couple shows coming up:
Opening April 19th at the Gladstone Hotel in downtown Toronto: Text Refashion. This is a total art overload! Mikey wrote a poem, Pete & I shot it, and our shot influenced another artist who's work influenced another artist and so and and so on.
This show runs April 19th - 22nd
Opening April 28th at Lift Salon in downtown Toronto: Patchwork Collective. This is part of the Contact Photography Festival. 4 photographers, 20 mind blowing photos.
Email: contact.patchwork@gmail.com for further info, jokes and deep conversations about buttermilk.
Opening April 19th at the Gladstone Hotel in downtown Toronto: Text Refashion. This is a total art overload! Mikey wrote a poem, Pete & I shot it, and our shot influenced another artist who's work influenced another artist and so and and so on.
This show runs April 19th - 22nd
Opening April 28th at Lift Salon in downtown Toronto: Patchwork Collective. This is part of the Contact Photography Festival. 4 photographers, 20 mind blowing photos.
Email: contact.patchwork@gmail.com for further info, jokes and deep conversations about buttermilk.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Incoming!!!!
If you're in Toronto, come and check it out! It's a group of 4 photographers (my crazy self included)...and we'll be participating in Contact 2007. Great photos, great fun.
I've got a few more things in the pipeline, but you can surf on over to: www.photomonkey.vox.com for updates.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Pimpin' the photography
...it's true. I gotta get the word out there. About my stuff, my friends stuff, photography stuff. That and I like new sites. And I thought maybe it's time for a move.
Check out my new site: www.photomonkey.vox.com
And for the 3 of you reading this...I'm constantly updating www.flickr.com/photos/35mmmonkey so check that out, too.
xoxo
ren
Check out my new site: www.photomonkey.vox.com
And for the 3 of you reading this...I'm constantly updating www.flickr.com/photos/35mmmonkey so check that out, too.
xoxo
ren
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
There's hope for us yet...
I just saw the best display of humanity in a long time.
So we're in line at Tim Hortons (mmmm, coffee....) and there's this kinda homeless lookin' guy sitting finishing a smoke by the entrance. And he's muttering his order....large coffee....4...4 sugars...a plain bagel with cream cheese....garlic herb cream cheese.
And there's this business type lady standing in line just staring at him. STARING. Like he's got the key to life. And then she walks into the Timmies.
Dude finishes his smoke and comes in. Then lines up next to the lady (who is carrying a Starbucks coffee..tee hee). They get up to the cash and he orders while she watches. She helps him with his order a bit. She then pays for him and then she leaves!
She passes me as she's leaving and I flash her what I now think was the cheesiest grin ever. She kinda laughs and walks out.
Why can't we always be so good to one another? I know that's so simple, but really, why not???
I've been telling everyone I know that story. It just makes me think that some days the human race doesn't completely suck ass.
So we're in line at Tim Hortons (mmmm, coffee....) and there's this kinda homeless lookin' guy sitting finishing a smoke by the entrance. And he's muttering his order....large coffee....4...4 sugars...a plain bagel with cream cheese....garlic herb cream cheese.
And there's this business type lady standing in line just staring at him. STARING. Like he's got the key to life. And then she walks into the Timmies.
Dude finishes his smoke and comes in. Then lines up next to the lady (who is carrying a Starbucks coffee..tee hee). They get up to the cash and he orders while she watches. She helps him with his order a bit. She then pays for him and then she leaves!
She passes me as she's leaving and I flash her what I now think was the cheesiest grin ever. She kinda laughs and walks out.
Why can't we always be so good to one another? I know that's so simple, but really, why not???
I've been telling everyone I know that story. It just makes me think that some days the human race doesn't completely suck ass.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Angleterre!
Just got back from the best 2 weeks of recent life. Hung out with my better half in England for two whole weeks. Tres awesome.
Of course, I've started posting photos on my Flickr site. Gotta love those men in uniform. Buah ha ha.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Berlin
My shooting partner, Pete, is hosting his first BIG show this September. Go and check it out if you're in Toronto. My show (on something or other) to follow in 2007.
Vaaaakation....
Is mere days away. DAYS!
I've bought dozens of rolls of film in anticipation of taking millions of photos. Hopefully I'll remember to wander around with my camera (vacation = laziness = the desire to carry nothing bigger than a beer bottle).
Thanks Zoe for pointing out my spelling error. The address has been updated in my last post, so feel free (all 5 of you) to check out my FLICKR site.
later skaters.
I've bought dozens of rolls of film in anticipation of taking millions of photos. Hopefully I'll remember to wander around with my camera (vacation = laziness = the desire to carry nothing bigger than a beer bottle).
Thanks Zoe for pointing out my spelling error. The address has been updated in my last post, so feel free (all 5 of you) to check out my FLICKR site.
later skaters.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Is this thing still on?
Right. I've been runnin' around taking pictures. Yeah, pictures.
Go check out www.flickr.com/photos/35mmmonkey to see what I've been up to. At least I update that site on a regular basis. Honest.
Kisses,
Ren
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
oh gawd
I am so freakin' sick.
I am my own snot factory.
My ears are so plugged that my soundtrack is the sound of my blood pumping through my head.
Awww yeah.
I know y'all are envious.
There's no good tv on.
I think that's why I usually drag my sick ass to work.
Too bad I don't have the strength to drag ANYTHING.
*Sigh*
I am my own snot factory.
My ears are so plugged that my soundtrack is the sound of my blood pumping through my head.
Awww yeah.
I know y'all are envious.
There's no good tv on.
I think that's why I usually drag my sick ass to work.
Too bad I don't have the strength to drag ANYTHING.
*Sigh*
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
March Sucks Arse
Honestly. I've had bronchitis for WEEKS. And on top of that, I now have a viral infection. WTF? At least all this illness shit was kind enough to allow me to enjoy both my birthday and the gathering the day after. Gawd. It's true...If I were in the
Victorian era...I'd be DEAD by now.
Oh immune system, why hath thou forsaken me?????
Yes. I've gone crazy.
Today is the first day this week that I've stayed home from work. Yup. I attempted to drag my butt in every day. Though I must admit that I did go home on Tuesday, only after getting a quick doctor's appointment. The appointment wherein my doctor confirmed that the month of March sucks ass for me.
Woot.
Right. I'm off to stare at the cats.
Victorian era...I'd be DEAD by now.
Oh immune system, why hath thou forsaken me?????
Yes. I've gone crazy.
Today is the first day this week that I've stayed home from work. Yup. I attempted to drag my butt in every day. Though I must admit that I did go home on Tuesday, only after getting a quick doctor's appointment. The appointment wherein my doctor confirmed that the month of March sucks ass for me.
Woot.
Right. I'm off to stare at the cats.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Bronchitis keeps me from reaching 100%
| You Are 56% Evil |
 |
Friday, February 10, 2006
What I did with my Friday Night....
Results: What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you? - Quizilla Quizzes: "
You're Devi! Bad people happen to you more than is
normal. You must live a cursed life.
What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla"
You're Devi! Bad people happen to you more than is
normal. You must live a cursed life.
What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla"
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
so ghetto...
Uh huh. I'm alive. and freakin' busy. I am now officially "the Man" at work. Yeah, got a promotion a few weeks back. And now there's no rest for the wicked.
Trying to remember to relax on the weekends. So far so good.
Turns out that my cuz found a spot in the semi finalist crowd on MuchMusic. Gawd. So smart, yet so very ghetto. Go vote for her if you get the chance. Log onto www.muchmusic.com and vote for the girl who's name starts with "K".
Right. The weather sucks ass and I'm bored of being online (sacrilege!!).
Peace out.
Buah ha ha.
Trying to remember to relax on the weekends. So far so good.
Turns out that my cuz found a spot in the semi finalist crowd on MuchMusic. Gawd. So smart, yet so very ghetto. Go vote for her if you get the chance. Log onto www.muchmusic.com and vote for the girl who's name starts with "K".
Right. The weather sucks ass and I'm bored of being online (sacrilege!!).
Peace out.
Buah ha ha.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
so veddy lazy...
...it's not even funny.
Trying to get ready for this Christmas stuff & feeling like I have a BILLION gifts still left to buy. I think it's cause I usually end up finishing my shopping around this time. But this year! Hoo boy, this year was different. I was pretty much finished by the start of December. WTF.
I've branched out and in my lazy way, opened a buzznet account (http://emonkey.buzznet.com/user/). I'll update it one day.
Honest.
Just like I update this blog.
If I were any lazier, I'd be 400 pounds. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Buah ha ha. Shit.
So um, I'm doing lots of photography, some work at Weasel Central & trying to be a rawesome girlfriend. I'm succeeding at most of those things. Somethings not so much.
Right. I've been busy. Really busy. Doing. Stuff.
Like counting down the days to Boxing Day so I can go and buy a super cheap lap top that has all the bells and whistles I believe that I MUST have. NOW.
Okay. Gonna go and wrap some gifties.
Hope all y'all are doing okay.
xoxo
Ren
Trying to get ready for this Christmas stuff & feeling like I have a BILLION gifts still left to buy. I think it's cause I usually end up finishing my shopping around this time. But this year! Hoo boy, this year was different. I was pretty much finished by the start of December. WTF.
I've branched out and in my lazy way, opened a buzznet account (http://emonkey.buzznet.com/user/). I'll update it one day.
Honest.
Just like I update this blog.
If I were any lazier, I'd be 400 pounds. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Buah ha ha. Shit.
So um, I'm doing lots of photography, some work at Weasel Central & trying to be a rawesome girlfriend. I'm succeeding at most of those things. Somethings not so much.
Right. I've been busy. Really busy. Doing. Stuff.
Like counting down the days to Boxing Day so I can go and buy a super cheap lap top that has all the bells and whistles I believe that I MUST have. NOW.
Okay. Gonna go and wrap some gifties.
Hope all y'all are doing okay.
xoxo
Ren
Monday, October 24, 2005
One Wild Child
It's just after 8.00pm and I'm heading upstairs to go to bed.
Yes. I am that rock n' roll.
And by "rock n' roll" I mean....fuckin' old.
G'night y'all.
I'll post something before the year is out.
Yes. I am that rock n' roll.
And by "rock n' roll" I mean....fuckin' old.
G'night y'all.
I'll post something before the year is out.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
surprise, surprise
| You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish |
| You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Thanks for the link, Shmoop.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Oh so lazy
Whaddup?
I've been around with nothing to say. I've been doing lots, but I haven't felt like sharing it online.
Dunno why, cause it's not like any of it was super secret. In fact, it's all rather domestic-like.
Well, except for the trip to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary.
Awww yeah, baby.
Bigger, brighter, louder. That's what Vegas is all about.
That and drinks served in giant dragon holders. Um, yeah.
While I'm thinking about it:
Donate to any charitable organization you can.
Help your fellow human/animal.
The news is so heartbreaking on a daily/hourly basis. Geeze.
Let's hope it gets better before it gets any worse.
I've been around with nothing to say. I've been doing lots, but I haven't felt like sharing it online.
Dunno why, cause it's not like any of it was super secret. In fact, it's all rather domestic-like.
Well, except for the trip to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary.
Awww yeah, baby.
Bigger, brighter, louder. That's what Vegas is all about.
That and drinks served in giant dragon holders. Um, yeah.
While I'm thinking about it:
Donate to any charitable organization you can.
Help your fellow human/animal.
The news is so heartbreaking on a daily/hourly basis. Geeze.
Let's hope it gets better before it gets any worse.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
People.
Today some jackass decided to play upon society's paranoia and leave a mysterious little package in the Toronto subway system. Just pick the day that the world remembers what happened to our friends across the pond last week. We were told we could walk to further stops or wait to take a crammed shuttle bus. I voted to walk. I could use the exercise.
Turned out to be a false alarm...at least that what we were all led to believe.
Back on the subway, I watched people move around like nothing had ever happened. It was just another rainy, muggy Thursday and the work day was over.
I watched a woman dance in the aisle like no one was watching. She had her eyes closed and moved like she was listening to some good old school funk. Except she had no headphones on and there was no music in the subway car. Something about her movements was absolutely beautiful. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing. I tried to find something on my iPod to accompany her movements with, but just couldn't find the right song. She manged to get a seat and continued her swaying and subtle arm movements. And then suddenly, she opened her eyes and the dance was over. No one paid any mind to her except for me and a small girl standing nearby. It was almost as if that woman's dance was just for the two of us and no one else.
It was a beautiful moment right after a cowardly, ugly one.
People.
Turned out to be a false alarm...at least that what we were all led to believe.
Back on the subway, I watched people move around like nothing had ever happened. It was just another rainy, muggy Thursday and the work day was over.
I watched a woman dance in the aisle like no one was watching. She had her eyes closed and moved like she was listening to some good old school funk. Except she had no headphones on and there was no music in the subway car. Something about her movements was absolutely beautiful. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing. I tried to find something on my iPod to accompany her movements with, but just couldn't find the right song. She manged to get a seat and continued her swaying and subtle arm movements. And then suddenly, she opened her eyes and the dance was over. No one paid any mind to her except for me and a small girl standing nearby. It was almost as if that woman's dance was just for the two of us and no one else.
It was a beautiful moment right after a cowardly, ugly one.
People.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
WTF
I was walking downtown with my best friend and I overheard this trenoid on her mobile:
"y'know just cause you have a gay roommate doesn't mean you're going to be gay".
Move over Dr. Phil...this gal's got it covered.
"y'know just cause you have a gay roommate doesn't mean you're going to be gay".
Move over Dr. Phil...this gal's got it covered.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
*Sigh*
Yeah. I'm still around. But like so many I know, I just don't have it in me to be blogging on a regular basis. Call it laziness, but heck, such is life.
Trying to settle into life with the gal in our little piece of heaven.
Trying to slow down enough to stop and smell the roses.
Trying to cram as much music as humanly possible on my iPod mini (yes, I am that much of a nerd).
Trying to justify my blogging hiatus.
And succeeding.
I'll be back before NHL hockey.
Trying to settle into life with the gal in our little piece of heaven.
Trying to slow down enough to stop and smell the roses.
Trying to cram as much music as humanly possible on my iPod mini (yes, I am that much of a nerd).
Trying to justify my blogging hiatus.
And succeeding.
I'll be back before NHL hockey.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Oh what a surprise!
Awww yeah.
My girlfriend and best friend rock the mofo casbah.
They managed to keep me wonderfully distracted and threw me an early 30th birthday bash.
I was never a fan of surprises until now.
It was absolutely awesome!
A nice distraction from the chaos of packing/purging/purchasing.
Of course, today I realise that I have mere weeks until the scenery changes and I get a new 'hood.
But that's okay.
I had birthday cake on Saturday. That makes everything better, you know.
Lots of alcohol was ingested, laughs were shared, and hugs were doled out.
That's what life is all about.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a kitchen to pack up.
My girlfriend and best friend rock the mofo casbah.
They managed to keep me wonderfully distracted and threw me an early 30th birthday bash.
I was never a fan of surprises until now.
It was absolutely awesome!
A nice distraction from the chaos of packing/purging/purchasing.
Of course, today I realise that I have mere weeks until the scenery changes and I get a new 'hood.
But that's okay.
I had birthday cake on Saturday. That makes everything better, you know.
Lots of alcohol was ingested, laughs were shared, and hugs were doled out.
That's what life is all about.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a kitchen to pack up.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Surfacing
Yeah. I'm alive. Busy as all get out. But that's the way it goes, isn't it?
I don't know how much longer I'll be doing the Blog thing.
Not like I'm doing it all that often now, eh?
Got waaaaaaaaaaay too much on the go right now.
Things are changing and I'm rushing to keep up.
Heck, you know I'll be back.
I'm stubborn that way.
I don't know how much longer I'll be doing the Blog thing.
Not like I'm doing it all that often now, eh?
Got waaaaaaaaaaay too much on the go right now.
Things are changing and I'm rushing to keep up.
Heck, you know I'll be back.
I'm stubborn that way.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
This is for the gal who lives upstairs...
You are nuckin' futs. Honestly.
Who wants to talk about condo politics at 11.15 at night?
And stop knocking on my door like the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
My heart can't handle that shit.
And when I tell you that I don't agree with your little friend's "political" agenda, don't ask me who I voted for at the condo meeting. That's just tacky.
Dumbass.
Oh, and while I'm at it, get rid of your dog, it's driving me crazy.
Stop ignoring the poor mutt and I'm sure he'll stop trying to claw his way through the floor into my warm, loving home.
Remember the school girl in "Kill Bill"? That's what this gal looks like. But crazier. Much crazier.
Nothing but fun for the whole family.
.
Who wants to talk about condo politics at 11.15 at night?
And stop knocking on my door like the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
My heart can't handle that shit.
And when I tell you that I don't agree with your little friend's "political" agenda, don't ask me who I voted for at the condo meeting. That's just tacky.
Dumbass.
Oh, and while I'm at it, get rid of your dog, it's driving me crazy.
Stop ignoring the poor mutt and I'm sure he'll stop trying to claw his way through the floor into my warm, loving home.
Remember the school girl in "Kill Bill"? That's what this gal looks like. But crazier. Much crazier.
Nothing but fun for the whole family.
.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
American Idol
So last night I was watching the train wreck that is American Idol when one of the gals asked:
"Okay, so if you were on the show, what would your song be?"
And being the fancy pants we are, we all stated that we wouldn't be on Idol cause we still have our dignity.
But it turns out that if you press me enough, I will infact, on the spot not only tell you the song, but sing it to you.
Yes, folks. If I was a "contestant", my song would be "Loving you" by Minnie Ripperton.
Complete with that crazy ass high note.
It doesn't get any funnier than that.
I think I'd win with that song.
"Okay, so if you were on the show, what would your song be?"
And being the fancy pants we are, we all stated that we wouldn't be on Idol cause we still have our dignity.
But it turns out that if you press me enough, I will infact, on the spot not only tell you the song, but sing it to you.
Yes, folks. If I was a "contestant", my song would be "Loving you" by Minnie Ripperton.
Complete with that crazy ass high note.
It doesn't get any funnier than that.
I think I'd win with that song.
Monday, January 17, 2005
A Quick One...
Yes. I live.
Happy 2005, yo.
I am so very tired.
Too tired, really.
Big changes are afoot.
It's all rather exciting.
And terrifying.
All at the same time.
A real update to follow soon.
I promise.
Happy 2005, yo.
I am so very tired.
Too tired, really.
Big changes are afoot.
It's all rather exciting.
And terrifying.
All at the same time.
A real update to follow soon.
I promise.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Things I have learned today...
...after ingesting two bottles of white wine with my best friend Al:
1. my typing ain't that bad when drukn
2. house hunting is much more fun this way
3. bronchitis can be cured by drinking white wine. Honest.
4. holy shit! I have bronchitis! 3 days before Christmas!
5. I'm scared to call my non-drinking girlfriend. Wait, what do you mean I just left her a message?!?!?!?!?
6. it's only DAYS to Christmas
7. TV is still shitty when you're drunk, in fact it's WORSE
9. counting is for wussies
10. when your friends come home from being out of the country for almost a year, your conversations pick up exactly where you left 'em.
11. cats hate being petted by drunk people.
12. I still have to work tomorrow
13. it's been a very stressful lead up to the holidays
14. I'm madly in love. Madly, I tells ya!
15. I need to drink more. Much more. More often.
16. I'm in charge of organizing the new year's gathering. Brain, Zoe, we're going to Andy Pool Hall. Want a ticket? It's only 10 bucks in advance.
17. there's a fuck load of snow out there.
18. lists are fun
19. so are free bottles of wine. Yay Christmas!
20. white wine and bronchitis. The new duo of 2004.
1. my typing ain't that bad when drukn
2. house hunting is much more fun this way
3. bronchitis can be cured by drinking white wine. Honest.
4. holy shit! I have bronchitis! 3 days before Christmas!
5. I'm scared to call my non-drinking girlfriend. Wait, what do you mean I just left her a message?!?!?!?!?
6. it's only DAYS to Christmas
7. TV is still shitty when you're drunk, in fact it's WORSE
9. counting is for wussies
10. when your friends come home from being out of the country for almost a year, your conversations pick up exactly where you left 'em.
11. cats hate being petted by drunk people.
12. I still have to work tomorrow
13. it's been a very stressful lead up to the holidays
14. I'm madly in love. Madly, I tells ya!
15. I need to drink more. Much more. More often.
16. I'm in charge of organizing the new year's gathering. Brain, Zoe, we're going to Andy Pool Hall. Want a ticket? It's only 10 bucks in advance.
17. there's a fuck load of snow out there.
18. lists are fun
19. so are free bottles of wine. Yay Christmas!
20. white wine and bronchitis. The new duo of 2004.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Ouch
It took me almost 2 hours to get out of bed this morning.
Why?
I'd say it was cause I'm lazy (well, I am...), but it's cause I had the worst back spasm EVER.
It was so sudden and crazy painful that all the gal could do was giggle.
Yeah, it was awesome.
She got me a handful of Robaxacet (the best stuff EVAH) and got me to relax.
So now I'm drugged up better than Whitney Houston (remember, crack is WHACK) and only in a bit of pain. Wooot.
Man, I can't wait until my "golden" years.
I am so screwed.
Why?
I'd say it was cause I'm lazy (well, I am...), but it's cause I had the worst back spasm EVER.
It was so sudden and crazy painful that all the gal could do was giggle.
Yeah, it was awesome.
She got me a handful of Robaxacet (the best stuff EVAH) and got me to relax.
So now I'm drugged up better than Whitney Houston (remember, crack is WHACK) and only in a bit of pain. Wooot.
Man, I can't wait until my "golden" years.
I am so screwed.
Friday, December 03, 2004
Nothing but a Quickie
Yeah, I'm supposed to be on my way RIGHT NOW to Weasel Central. I'm working on it.
Honest.
But before I run outta here, I have a question for all y'all....where's the best place/charity/whatever to drop off books, dishes, clothes, cats. Nah, just kiddin' about the last one there.
But really.
Name a good Toronto based place (I'm not mailing/driving more than an hour to drop stuff off) to donate all my stuff to.
Suggestions would be much appreciated.
Besides, it's the Christmas season, everyone should be donating something at this time of year.
And if you don't, well shit, start this year.
Honest.
But before I run outta here, I have a question for all y'all....where's the best place/charity/whatever to drop off books, dishes, clothes, cats. Nah, just kiddin' about the last one there.
But really.
Name a good Toronto based place (I'm not mailing/driving more than an hour to drop stuff off) to donate all my stuff to.
Suggestions would be much appreciated.
Besides, it's the Christmas season, everyone should be donating something at this time of year.
And if you don't, well shit, start this year.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
an open letter to the universe
Dear Universe,
I know we haven't spoken in awhile, what with you constantly letting me down and all. But I'm all ready to make amends. Are you? I need one little favour. A tiny one, really. I need to get that sweet ass new position that doesn't even exist yet. You know the one, don't play coy. Just make sure that my name is on the tip of everyone's tongue. I'm the gal they know they need.
Make it happen.
Otherwise our relationship might truly be over.
Love and hugs,
R
I know we haven't spoken in awhile, what with you constantly letting me down and all. But I'm all ready to make amends. Are you? I need one little favour. A tiny one, really. I need to get that sweet ass new position that doesn't even exist yet. You know the one, don't play coy. Just make sure that my name is on the tip of everyone's tongue. I'm the gal they know they need.
Make it happen.
Otherwise our relationship might truly be over.
Love and hugs,
R
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Tuesday's Thought...
Some days you just gotta sit and laugh your ass off at stupid shit like this:
http://www.filmbuffs.net/bananana
http://www.filmbuffs.net/bananana
Friday, October 22, 2004
Yup...
...I'm still here.
Still alive and kickin'.
Kickin' a little harder these days.
Tired of bitching and snorting about things I have the power to change.
I'm working on making changes to how I spend 8 hours of my day.
We'll see what happens. And how soon it happens.
Until then, it's bidnezz as usual.
Still alive and kickin'.
Kickin' a little harder these days.
Tired of bitching and snorting about things I have the power to change.
I'm working on making changes to how I spend 8 hours of my day.
We'll see what happens. And how soon it happens.
Until then, it's bidnezz as usual.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Even Better...
...cause today is our ONE YEAR anniversary!!!
I'm so squealy excited.
I'm such a little kid that way.
Yay!
I'm so squealy excited.
I'm such a little kid that way.
Yay!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I okay now...
...Honest.
I think I am overworked.
Wait.
I know I am overworked.
And PMS'ing.
So my body decided to let some tears flow.
And flow, and flow and flow.
The boss (who is AWESOME) was totally supportive.
And totally let me sniffle.
Then made me laugh.
The gal (who is AWESOME) said calming things over the phone.
And then surprised me by showing up at my home.
And let me be silent, snarky, sucky & funny.
Almost all at the same time.
Yes folks. I'm back to being me.
And after all of that, I could use a beer.
Or some of those McDonald's chicken strip thingys.
They're like crack.
I think I am overworked.
Wait.
I know I am overworked.
And PMS'ing.
So my body decided to let some tears flow.
And flow, and flow and flow.
The boss (who is AWESOME) was totally supportive.
And totally let me sniffle.
Then made me laugh.
The gal (who is AWESOME) said calming things over the phone.
And then surprised me by showing up at my home.
And let me be silent, snarky, sucky & funny.
Almost all at the same time.
Yes folks. I'm back to being me.
And after all of that, I could use a beer.
Or some of those McDonald's chicken strip thingys.
They're like crack.
Monday, September 27, 2004
I've just got something in my eye...
Today was one of those days.
My boss pulled me into one of the side rooms to have a chat & what do I do?
I start crying like my life depends on it. Yuppers. Total waterworks.
No real reason, other than I'm feeling REALLY emotional today.
I rock the casbah.
I was blubbering & tearing up looking at the pea soup green walls.
I was getting teary eyed looking at the half empty vending machine.
I kept saying that nothing was wrong (professionally or personally) and that all I needed was a really good cry.
Gawd I LOVE my PMS. It's the freakin' best.
I wish that every day could be this much fun.
Please, just shoot me.
My boss pulled me into one of the side rooms to have a chat & what do I do?
I start crying like my life depends on it. Yuppers. Total waterworks.
No real reason, other than I'm feeling REALLY emotional today.
I rock the casbah.
I was blubbering & tearing up looking at the pea soup green walls.
I was getting teary eyed looking at the half empty vending machine.
I kept saying that nothing was wrong (professionally or personally) and that all I needed was a really good cry.
Gawd I LOVE my PMS. It's the freakin' best.
I wish that every day could be this much fun.
Please, just shoot me.
Monday, September 20, 2004
It's alive!!!
Hi.
I'm still here. Honest.
I miss you internet!
*sigh*
I'm still here. Honest.
- Up to my eyeballs in Weasel Central worshops/projects/bullshit.
- Working on what to buy the gal for our impending one year anniversary.
- trying to get some rowing in before the first frost
- Working on printing up AWESOME wedding photos (yes, Zoe is right...hire me to take your wedding pics...I am THAT good).
- trying to get sleep/proper nutrition
- attempting to keep from going crazy (dunno if that's really working right about now)
I miss you internet!
*sigh*
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Talk about being lazy
Hola!
Yup, I'm still around. And trying to be lazy. And almost succeeding. Almost.
Managed to stay nice and busy lately. Thank gawd for the upcoming long weekend!
My friends are gettin' hitched this weekend (Yay Zoe and Jef!!!!) and I managed to get the title of "Wedding Photographer". Really, I think this means that they'll be picking my drunken shots over everyone else's drunken shots. Heh. Kidding, guys, kidding. I'll take some purdy pictures, honest.
Life at Weasel Central is actually bearable. Change is in the air and so far it doesn't smell like cow shit.
I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and to the horrible recruiter who talked down to me before my phone interview...I blew it just for you. Fuckwad.
Gearing up for my one year anniversary with the gal. Hard to believe that one person could handle me for that long. Well, at least without some kind of medication. Buah ha ha.
Right. Gotta get out of my PJs and amble off to work.
So for those wondering where I disappeared to, I was here all the time, hidin' behind the cats.
Yup, I'm still around. And trying to be lazy. And almost succeeding. Almost.
Managed to stay nice and busy lately. Thank gawd for the upcoming long weekend!
My friends are gettin' hitched this weekend (Yay Zoe and Jef!!!!) and I managed to get the title of "Wedding Photographer". Really, I think this means that they'll be picking my drunken shots over everyone else's drunken shots. Heh. Kidding, guys, kidding. I'll take some purdy pictures, honest.
Life at Weasel Central is actually bearable. Change is in the air and so far it doesn't smell like cow shit.
I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and to the horrible recruiter who talked down to me before my phone interview...I blew it just for you. Fuckwad.
Gearing up for my one year anniversary with the gal. Hard to believe that one person could handle me for that long. Well, at least without some kind of medication. Buah ha ha.
Right. Gotta get out of my PJs and amble off to work.
So for those wondering where I disappeared to, I was here all the time, hidin' behind the cats.
Monday, August 16, 2004
A billion years later...
...I decide to post something.
I've been that relaxed, yo.
A whole week at the cottage with the one I love the most.
Watching the herons, turtles and fish. Enjoying the silence. The laughter. The snap of the fire.
The night train that lit the trees up in a way I thought was only possible in movies.
No fights, no awkward silences. Just pure enjoyment.
Good weather, a row boat and some black and white film.
I'm still riding that high.
Went for my month check up and got the all clear. Also turns out that medically, yup, I'm a freak. My doctor told me that by now I'm supposed to be dragging my ass around, barely able to stay awake. I didn't understand why, I'm on great little pills. Turns out the pills are minor doses. So in otherwords, even without a thyroid I'm a fuckin' hyper monkey. Yee haw!!!
I'm finally on the real stuff (thyroid replacement) so we'll see how my body deals with the good shit.
Cross your fingers!
I've been that relaxed, yo.
A whole week at the cottage with the one I love the most.
Watching the herons, turtles and fish. Enjoying the silence. The laughter. The snap of the fire.
The night train that lit the trees up in a way I thought was only possible in movies.
No fights, no awkward silences. Just pure enjoyment.
Good weather, a row boat and some black and white film.
I'm still riding that high.
Went for my month check up and got the all clear. Also turns out that medically, yup, I'm a freak. My doctor told me that by now I'm supposed to be dragging my ass around, barely able to stay awake. I didn't understand why, I'm on great little pills. Turns out the pills are minor doses. So in otherwords, even without a thyroid I'm a fuckin' hyper monkey. Yee haw!!!
I'm finally on the real stuff (thyroid replacement) so we'll see how my body deals with the good shit.
Cross your fingers!
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
I stand corrected
They were stitches. Plain old run of the mill, nylon stitches.
No staples for this monkey.
Poop.
No staples for this monkey.
Poop.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Booooooooooring
Yup. I'm still alive. Yee haw! The surgery went well, but now I'm bored outta my tree. I've been home since Sunday and bored since Monday. It rocks.
But I can't really complain. I always forget how heartbreaking it is inside a hospital. I was rooming with this young gal who couldn't have been more than 18. I think she was in for a miscarriage. And at one point she was on the phone trying to convince herwad of a boyfriend to come and visit. You could hear the anguish in her voice as she was speaking to him in a mix of English and Spanish. I eventually left the room cause it was just so painful to hear.
So I'm off for a couple of weeks and my main objective during this time is to not go crazy. It's gonna be harder than I thought. Hoo boy.
Maybe I'll manage to scan my staples for y'all. Buah ha ha. Staples! In my throat! Wooo!!!!
Um, yeah. Thanks for all your well wishes. Now send candy.
But I can't really complain. I always forget how heartbreaking it is inside a hospital. I was rooming with this young gal who couldn't have been more than 18. I think she was in for a miscarriage. And at one point she was on the phone trying to convince her
So I'm off for a couple of weeks and my main objective during this time is to not go crazy. It's gonna be harder than I thought. Hoo boy.
Maybe I'll manage to scan my staples for y'all. Buah ha ha. Staples! In my throat! Wooo!!!!
Um, yeah. Thanks for all your well wishes. Now send candy.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Under the knife...
...in two days. Woo hoo.
Soon I will be lazing around the house going mental. Can't wait.
If I'm not lying around on the sofa playing video games, I'll be staring at my STAPLES in my throat. Yeah, I'm excited.
Ah, the joys of surgery.
But at least I'll be away from Weasel Central for WEEKS! I can forget that I have a job & still mysteriously get paid. I can lie about in scandalous PJs and not worry about breaking the archaic dress code.
I won't have helper monkeys asking me the same question a billion times. I don't have to be polite to anyone (except my gal and the cats). I don't have to answer the phone or return "urgent" emails. Oh my gawd, I'm so excited I could pee!
Hopefully I'll be able to sleep. This insomnia thing is starting to get old. I'm starting to get little kid cranky.
Pray for Mojo.
Soon I will be lazing around the house going mental. Can't wait.
If I'm not lying around on the sofa playing video games, I'll be staring at my STAPLES in my throat. Yeah, I'm excited.
Ah, the joys of surgery.
But at least I'll be away from Weasel Central for WEEKS! I can forget that I have a job & still mysteriously get paid. I can lie about in scandalous PJs and not worry about breaking the archaic dress code.
I won't have helper monkeys asking me the same question a billion times. I don't have to be polite to anyone (except my gal and the cats). I don't have to answer the phone or return "urgent" emails. Oh my gawd, I'm so excited I could pee!
Hopefully I'll be able to sleep. This insomnia thing is starting to get old. I'm starting to get little kid cranky.
Pray for Mojo.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Rambling monkey...
Today I wrote an email to some of my head honchos at Weasel Central.
Nothing big really.
I just admitted, in writing, that I was manhandling (I kept wanting to type "molesting", but that sounded so, y'know, WRONG) a case in the worst way EVER. A case that these head honcho goons kept dumping on my desk every time I tried to escalate to them. Y'know, that kinda mishandling that only happens in sitcoms ("hey, I wonder what happens if I push the RED button"). I basically told them that if I continued calling this poor, angry man on behalf of the company I was pretty sure he'd either a)sue us; b)show up with his "little friend" (said a la Pacino in Scarface) or c)spit moth balls (I dunno, I needed a third thing, I'm tired, leave me alone).
I suspect they'll tell me to call him again and just apologize for my stupidity and offer him a Weasel Central pen. Heh.
Dummies.
In other news, I got to hear a code fucking red at the hospital this morning. It was weird, cause the doctor dealing with me kept talking like NOTHING was going on. Those piercing alarms? Nothing at all. The slightly panicked sounding announcement? Fuggedaboutit. He kept making rather nonchalant banter and all the while I'm trying to remember where all the bloody emergency exits are, so I'm not really listening to him & probably told him that I'm really a rhesus monkey, and that no, I do not enjoy Proust, but who knows.
I could be wrong.
And sleep deprived.
Horribly, horribly sleep deprived.
Oh, and addicted to that bloody PS2 soccer game. I've almost mastered it. Though I must protest that Luis Figo is not in it. *sigh*
Right. That post went terribly wrong. I'm sorry. So very sorry. Next post I'll leave to the cats. I'm sure they'll come up with something a little more coherent.
Nothing big really.
I just admitted, in writing, that I was manhandling (I kept wanting to type "molesting", but that sounded so, y'know, WRONG) a case in the worst way EVER. A case that these head honcho goons kept dumping on my desk every time I tried to escalate to them. Y'know, that kinda mishandling that only happens in sitcoms ("hey, I wonder what happens if I push the RED button"). I basically told them that if I continued calling this poor, angry man on behalf of the company I was pretty sure he'd either a)sue us; b)show up with his "little friend" (said a la Pacino in Scarface) or c)spit moth balls (I dunno, I needed a third thing, I'm tired, leave me alone).
I suspect they'll tell me to call him again and just apologize for my stupidity and offer him a Weasel Central pen. Heh.
Dummies.
In other news, I got to hear a code fucking red at the hospital this morning. It was weird, cause the doctor dealing with me kept talking like NOTHING was going on. Those piercing alarms? Nothing at all. The slightly panicked sounding announcement? Fuggedaboutit. He kept making rather nonchalant banter and all the while I'm trying to remember where all the bloody emergency exits are, so I'm not really listening to him & probably told him that I'm really a rhesus monkey, and that no, I do not enjoy Proust, but who knows.
I could be wrong.
And sleep deprived.
Horribly, horribly sleep deprived.
Oh, and addicted to that bloody PS2 soccer game. I've almost mastered it. Though I must protest that Luis Figo is not in it. *sigh*
Right. That post went terribly wrong. I'm sorry. So very sorry. Next post I'll leave to the cats. I'm sure they'll come up with something a little more coherent.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Oh Ma Goodnezz Gracious
Yeah, I'm still alive. Stunned, but still alive.
Turns out that the surgery I wasn't expecting to have until later in July has moved forth a wee bit. By 3 weeks. Yikes! I'll be going under ze knife in early July.
Now, before everyone freaks out (can't handle any "OHMIGAWD are you OKAY?!?!"s anymore), there are some positives. Since I freakin' love lists, allow me to list the reasons getting my throat cut open isn't such a bad thing....
* I get to sleep in for over 2 weeks
* krap daytime teevee
* The new PS2 games I picked up last night (woo hoo! Lookit me! I'm David Beckham!)
* quality time with the cats (ha)
* sleep, and lots of it
* I can surf the internet in my pjs
* I'll be the envy of all wanna be gangstas. Or something.
Okay. Gotta go and do something work related.
Turns out that the surgery I wasn't expecting to have until later in July has moved forth a wee bit. By 3 weeks. Yikes! I'll be going under ze knife in early July.
Now, before everyone freaks out (can't handle any "OHMIGAWD are you OKAY?!?!"s anymore), there are some positives. Since I freakin' love lists, allow me to list the reasons getting my throat cut open isn't such a bad thing....
* I get to sleep in for over 2 weeks
* krap daytime teevee
* The new PS2 games I picked up last night (woo hoo! Lookit me! I'm David Beckham!)
* quality time with the cats (ha)
* sleep, and lots of it
* I can surf the internet in my pjs
* I'll be the envy of all wanna be gangstas. Or something.
Okay. Gotta go and do something work related.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Still alive...
...And still feeling lazy as all fuck.
Finally getting back into rowing. But I must admit, getting up at 5 am is a lot harder than it used to be. Ah, the joys of getting older. I'm ready for my nap now.
Don't really have that much in the way of updates.
Still at Weasel Central. Boo.
Still with the gal. Yay.
Yeah. That's about it. For now, anyways.
I've gotta go and figure out how to sneak out of the office an hour early to go and sit in the sun and drink beer.
Wish me luck!
Finally getting back into rowing. But I must admit, getting up at 5 am is a lot harder than it used to be. Ah, the joys of getting older. I'm ready for my nap now.
Don't really have that much in the way of updates.
Still at Weasel Central. Boo.
Still with the gal. Yay.
Yeah. That's about it. For now, anyways.
I've gotta go and figure out how to sneak out of the office an hour early to go and sit in the sun and drink beer.
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Moo Cow Moo!
Dudes, I am living an exciting life these days. Fo' sho'. You'd all be dead jealous if you were livin' in my shoes.
I've come to realise that I don't actually have to lose 10 pounds. Nope.
It's actually 20.
Whooot!
Oh well. At least my relationship is still going boffo. The gal has announced that she, too, has to shed some weight. Starting yesterday, I began cooking again. Turns out that over the last 2 months we've been poster kids for eating out. How did that happen? I can't stand a joint where I have to sit at an actual table and act like a grown up.
Laziness is an crazy, crazy thing.
So is my inability to get out of bed and go rowing.
Someone send motivation, STAT!
I've come to realise that I don't actually have to lose 10 pounds. Nope.
It's actually 20.
Whooot!
Oh well. At least my relationship is still going boffo. The gal has announced that she, too, has to shed some weight. Starting yesterday, I began cooking again. Turns out that over the last 2 months we've been poster kids for eating out. How did that happen? I can't stand a joint where I have to sit at an actual table and act like a grown up.
Laziness is an crazy, crazy thing.
So is my inability to get out of bed and go rowing.
Someone send motivation, STAT!
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Way too obvious
Right.
So I just completed the online Weasel Central employee survey. I just realised that it is entirely possible for the powers that be to figure out that I was the gal with the unhappy answers. Yeah. I'm the only goofball in this position under that specific person (question 320), so I don't think it would take a genius to figure me out. Crud.
Other than that the entire office floor smells of varnish. And not the nail varnish variety for you Brits out there. I'm talking the kick ass, strip the skin off ya varnish. A very sexxy smell at 7.45 in the ayem. Poop.
I think Weasel Central is literally trying to kill me off. Crazy.
So I just completed the online Weasel Central employee survey. I just realised that it is entirely possible for the powers that be to figure out that I was the gal with the unhappy answers. Yeah. I'm the only goofball in this position under that specific person (question 320), so I don't think it would take a genius to figure me out. Crud.
Other than that the entire office floor smells of varnish. And not the nail varnish variety for you Brits out there. I'm talking the kick ass, strip the skin off ya varnish. A very sexxy smell at 7.45 in the ayem. Poop.
I think Weasel Central is literally trying to kill me off. Crazy.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Crunchy Headache Fun
Why does the weather have to suck ass when you have time off?!!?!?!?
I think there's been like 5 hours of good weather since Friday. Give or take, really.
There's something about this weather that just makes me crazy. And cranky. Been having some deep convos with the gal again. Maybe that's why my head is hurting. Too much thinkin', y'know. Must think less. Yeah, that's the ticket. Either that or it's the damp weather.
Should be cleaning the homestead, but the computer looked lonely, so I've been geeking out and surfing instead. I feel a small shred of shame, but I'm working on ignoring it. Some days you just gotta act like an irresponsible 12 year old. Today would be that day. I managed to weasel out of most of my plans and head home to chill out with the cats and relax. So far so effin' good. Yee haw.
Right. Gotta go and lie on the sofa and watch cartoons. It's really the only way to enjoy a shitty weather day, folks. Trust me on that one. You'll thank me later.
I think there's been like 5 hours of good weather since Friday. Give or take, really.
There's something about this weather that just makes me crazy. And cranky. Been having some deep convos with the gal again. Maybe that's why my head is hurting. Too much thinkin', y'know. Must think less. Yeah, that's the ticket. Either that or it's the damp weather.
Should be cleaning the homestead, but the computer looked lonely, so I've been geeking out and surfing instead. I feel a small shred of shame, but I'm working on ignoring it. Some days you just gotta act like an irresponsible 12 year old. Today would be that day. I managed to weasel out of most of my plans and head home to chill out with the cats and relax. So far so effin' good. Yee haw.
Right. Gotta go and lie on the sofa and watch cartoons. It's really the only way to enjoy a shitty weather day, folks. Trust me on that one. You'll thank me later.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
House Keepin' 101
So I've started changing a few things here and there. It's still growing on me (like fungus). Trying to figure out how to add things and how to bring back the old, yet make it look new and shiny.
Be patient, my little helper monkeys, it'll soon turn into something. I just have no idea what that will be.
Buah ha ha.
Erm, yeah. Sleep deprivation reigns supreme once again.
Be patient, my little helper monkeys, it'll soon turn into something. I just have no idea what that will be.
Buah ha ha.
Erm, yeah. Sleep deprivation reigns supreme once again.
Monday, May 03, 2004
The new black...
*Is being too effin' lazy to make a real dinner...and taking the "effort" to make boxed scallop potatoes. And nothing else.
*Is knowing that you'll be rocking a thyroidectomy scar during the summer. And fall. And winter. And shit, the rest of your life.
*Is knowing that you just need to lose 8 more pounds and not caring one iota, really.
*Is thinking that relaxation includes vacuuming the ENTIRE apartment in five minutes flat.
*Is loving your erg enough to ignore it for weeks on end
*Is rocking nice legs & arms. And a slight beer belly.
*Is reading Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh and telling everyone about it.
*Is still being madly in love and knowing that you're gonna be that way for a looooooooong time to come.
*Is sporting grungy rock star hair during an interview for a helper monkey and not caring.
*Is saying "dude" during that same interview. And then wondering, did I just say "dude"? Nah, couldn't have been me.
*Is dodging a real post and doing bullet points.
*Is admitting that you're addicted to bullet point blog entries.
*Is knowing that you'll be rocking a thyroidectomy scar during the summer. And fall. And winter. And shit, the rest of your life.
*Is knowing that you just need to lose 8 more pounds and not caring one iota, really.
*Is thinking that relaxation includes vacuuming the ENTIRE apartment in five minutes flat.
*Is loving your erg enough to ignore it for weeks on end
*Is rocking nice legs & arms. And a slight beer belly.
*Is reading Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh and telling everyone about it.
*Is still being madly in love and knowing that you're gonna be that way for a looooooooong time to come.
*Is sporting grungy rock star hair during an interview for a helper monkey and not caring.
*Is saying "dude" during that same interview. And then wondering, did I just say "dude"? Nah, couldn't have been me.
*Is dodging a real post and doing bullet points.
*Is admitting that you're addicted to bullet point blog entries.
Friday, April 30, 2004
Obscure By the Numbers...by Ren
Gotta love hospitals.
I got to wait over 1 hour for a 15 minute appointment.
In that time I found out I will have to accept 1 little pill into my life.
Forever.
I then found out I have to wait 3 months.
After 3 months I will be given 2 weeks notice for something that will take 2 days.
Afterwards, I will get to chill out for 1 week.
Glad I can only do all of that once.
I got to wait over 1 hour for a 15 minute appointment.
In that time I found out I will have to accept 1 little pill into my life.
Forever.
I then found out I have to wait 3 months.
After 3 months I will be given 2 weeks notice for something that will take 2 days.
Afterwards, I will get to chill out for 1 week.
Glad I can only do all of that once.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
But a Few Updates.
*I'm still cracking up over the fact that the Prez of Weasel Central grunted at me
*The girl is still trying to quit smoking. I stopped being supportive 2 days ago
*Lady Luck is a flirtatious beeyatch who can't make up her mind. We are no longer on speaking terms. But her brother, Dumb Fuck, keeps calling.
*I should never be placed in charge of vacation plans. I'll be amazed if I get it all together in time.
*Being a GawdMudder rocks out.
*My rowing season starts in two weeks and I'm still doing my Shamu imitation
*I'm still crazy in love (though 10 minutes ago, it was a tough call)
*Cell phones bounce wonderfully when tossed out of boredom
*Motivation is not my friend these days. Especially when it comes to the erg.
*my hotmail account just committed Hari Kari.
*I'm going for a lie down.
*The girl is still trying to quit smoking. I stopped being supportive 2 days ago
*Lady Luck is a flirtatious beeyatch who can't make up her mind. We are no longer on speaking terms. But her brother, Dumb Fuck, keeps calling.
*I should never be placed in charge of vacation plans. I'll be amazed if I get it all together in time.
*Being a GawdMudder rocks out.
*My rowing season starts in two weeks and I'm still doing my Shamu imitation
*I'm still crazy in love (though 10 minutes ago, it was a tough call)
*Cell phones bounce wonderfully when tossed out of boredom
*Motivation is not my friend these days. Especially when it comes to the erg.
*my hotmail account just committed Hari Kari.
*I'm going for a lie down.
Friday, April 16, 2004
Thursday, April 08, 2004
A new level of hell
Today Weasel Central completes the move from the 4th ring of hell over to the 7th.
Yee haw.
Though really I'm not complaining. The new HQ is close enough that I can leave the car at home and take the subway, yet far enough away that I won't be the one they call in case of an "emergency".
Double yee haw.
I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but I am so in love.
And rocking a massive headache.
I think those two are independent of one another, as my gal is not in the general vicinity of the building (Boo. No yay).
So I'm all gung ho on buying a house again (Zoe, I blame you). It's so funny how I get obsessed with certain things (monkeys, cars, Kirk Cameron) for a brief period of time and then, boom, I'm off onto the newest focus.
But the house. Oh how I want a house! The only problem right now is where? I refuse to live in the 'burbs. Especially since I know I would go bat shit crazy and end up being moved out by my neighbours. Can't live in the 'hood either (though really, what constitutes the "hood" these days), cause I'm a wussy & I'd get massive beat downs all the time. I kinda want to live downtown-ish, but not quite cause the gal refuses to drive downtown at any time. Oh the decisions! Don't even get me started on the style of the house!
Right. Gotta go and have some lunch. Mmmm matzo ball soup. Yay Passover!
Mazel Tov, yo.
Today Weasel Central completes the move from the 4th ring of hell over to the 7th.
Yee haw.
Though really I'm not complaining. The new HQ is close enough that I can leave the car at home and take the subway, yet far enough away that I won't be the one they call in case of an "emergency".
Double yee haw.
I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but I am so in love.
And rocking a massive headache.
I think those two are independent of one another, as my gal is not in the general vicinity of the building (Boo. No yay).
So I'm all gung ho on buying a house again (Zoe, I blame you). It's so funny how I get obsessed with certain things (monkeys, cars, Kirk Cameron) for a brief period of time and then, boom, I'm off onto the newest focus.
But the house. Oh how I want a house! The only problem right now is where? I refuse to live in the 'burbs. Especially since I know I would go bat shit crazy and end up being moved out by my neighbours. Can't live in the 'hood either (though really, what constitutes the "hood" these days), cause I'm a wussy & I'd get massive beat downs all the time. I kinda want to live downtown-ish, but not quite cause the gal refuses to drive downtown at any time. Oh the decisions! Don't even get me started on the style of the house!
Right. Gotta go and have some lunch. Mmmm matzo ball soup. Yay Passover!
Mazel Tov, yo.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Oh the laziness
I'd say I was back, but honestly, I never went anywhere. Been sittin' here forever and a day. Well, not quite, but that's sure how it feels. Weasel Central has a new location. What does that mean? Means I have 4 days to throw out 3 years of my crap. Yee haw.
Man, the things we hoard. It's fuckin' nasty, dude.
Every cabinet in my department held useless shit from as far back as the mid-90's. Some of those binders were older than me. Or at least they smelled that way. Ick.
Sittin' here thinking about my summer vacation. Gonna go away with the gal. Woo hoo! Searching for a cheap cottage to rent. Well, cheap but not too cheap. Y'know, just decent. And far enough away that the Weasel Central helper monkeys won't be able to reach me.
Does anyone know what happened to Styrofoam Kitty? I went to check out her blog, and it was gone!!!! I had no option but to do some paperwork after that.
Oh before I forget...an aside to Scotty: Yeah, I work in a call centre and that is the sole reason that I never answer my phone. Why? Cause I'm always on it!
Right. Off to torture the helper monkeys.
Word.
I'd say I was back, but honestly, I never went anywhere. Been sittin' here forever and a day. Well, not quite, but that's sure how it feels. Weasel Central has a new location. What does that mean? Means I have 4 days to throw out 3 years of my crap. Yee haw.
Man, the things we hoard. It's fuckin' nasty, dude.
Every cabinet in my department held useless shit from as far back as the mid-90's. Some of those binders were older than me. Or at least they smelled that way. Ick.
Sittin' here thinking about my summer vacation. Gonna go away with the gal. Woo hoo! Searching for a cheap cottage to rent. Well, cheap but not too cheap. Y'know, just decent. And far enough away that the Weasel Central helper monkeys won't be able to reach me.
Does anyone know what happened to Styrofoam Kitty? I went to check out her blog, and it was gone!!!! I had no option but to do some paperwork after that.
Oh before I forget...an aside to Scotty: Yeah, I work in a call centre and that is the sole reason that I never answer my phone. Why? Cause I'm always on it!
Right. Off to torture the helper monkeys.
Word.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Aiiiiiiiiight. No more birthday bitching. It's boring. Hell, it's not a milestone year (next year is the big 3-0), so really, who cares? Bah.
Though my manager was absolutely hilarious this morning. He's standing at my desk & spies a birthday card. Looking all proud of himself he turns to me and says "hey, happy birthday". To which I dryly reply "thanks, it was yesterday. And it SUCKED". He starts laughing, reaches into his pocket and (I shit you not) hands me a shiny quarter. I thought I was gonna pee myself laughing. Yes, I took the quarter.
Had a nice romantic dinner with the gal last night. Went to Butt'r and it rocked out. Thanks for the suggestion, Kirk!
Still waiting for lady luck to call back. She's supposed to ring soon. Keep your fingers crossed. If it all works out, life is gonna be AWESOME. If it doesn't work out, I'm just gonna cry. Or something like that.
Though my manager was absolutely hilarious this morning. He's standing at my desk & spies a birthday card. Looking all proud of himself he turns to me and says "hey, happy birthday". To which I dryly reply "thanks, it was yesterday. And it SUCKED". He starts laughing, reaches into his pocket and (I shit you not) hands me a shiny quarter. I thought I was gonna pee myself laughing. Yes, I took the quarter.
Had a nice romantic dinner with the gal last night. Went to Butt'r and it rocked out. Thanks for the suggestion, Kirk!
Still waiting for lady luck to call back. She's supposed to ring soon. Keep your fingers crossed. If it all works out, life is gonna be AWESOME. If it doesn't work out, I'm just gonna cry. Or something like that.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Poop
Uh huh. I think I need to change my birthday to a different day. No one seems to remember that it's today. My dad and my sister thought it was yesterday & as of right now, the helper monkeys barely knew it was today.
Though my mum & gram sent me rockin' flowers to the office. Yee haw! Oh, and the gal is taking me somewheres fancy for dinner.
All I want for my birthday is a nap. And my own private island.
Uh huh. I think I need to change my birthday to a different day. No one seems to remember that it's today. My dad and my sister thought it was yesterday & as of right now, the helper monkeys barely knew it was today.
Though my mum & gram sent me rockin' flowers to the office. Yee haw! Oh, and the gal is taking me somewheres fancy for dinner.
All I want for my birthday is a nap. And my own private island.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Okay. Now how do I make the font all purdy like?
I can't remember....Grrrrrr.
And I keep sneezing all over my keyboard.
Dammit.
Welcome to my Thursday.
And for those wondering, Lady Luck is nowhere to be seen. I think she's taking a nap.
But keep your fingers crossed, cause this week ain't over yet!
I can't remember....Grrrrrr.
And I keep sneezing all over my keyboard.
Dammit.
Welcome to my Thursday.
And for those wondering, Lady Luck is nowhere to be seen. I think she's taking a nap.
But keep your fingers crossed, cause this week ain't over yet!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
I need all y'all to cross your fingers for me this week.
Lady Luck has just flashed me her tits. I'm feeling the luck, yo.
In the meantime, go check out Foamy.
I'll be back.
Hopefully with kick ass news.
Lady Luck has just flashed me her tits. I'm feeling the luck, yo.
In the meantime, go check out Foamy.
I'll be back.
Hopefully with kick ass news.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Poop
It's one of those weeks. I'm bummed out. Horribly bummed out. All I wanna dois have some fun hide away and watch bad television. I wanna lie in bed and cry until I can't cry no more. But I keep comin' back to Weasel Central instead. Dammit.
Now I know it sounds so very dramatic and whatnot, but really, it's just about my Monday appointment. I'm finding it almost impossible to psyche myself up for it. Honestly, I've already been through it once. I know it's gonna hurt like a mutha fuckah on fire. But I'm nervous all over again. I can't sleep, I'm more emotional than a pregnant lady (trust me, they're crazy), I've got massive headaches and gawd dammit, if I don't stop grazing I'm going to turn into a fucking cow. Oh the joys of stress.
Yee haw.
I'll be better by next Tuesday, so I think I'm gonna stop posting until then. No one needs to hear me whine (other than the gal...heh). I'll give all y'all the update next week.
It's one of those weeks. I'm bummed out. Horribly bummed out. All I wanna do
Now I know it sounds so very dramatic and whatnot, but really, it's just about my Monday appointment. I'm finding it almost impossible to psyche myself up for it. Honestly, I've already been through it once. I know it's gonna hurt like a mutha fuckah on fire. But I'm nervous all over again. I can't sleep, I'm more emotional than a pregnant lady (trust me, they're crazy), I've got massive headaches and gawd dammit, if I don't stop grazing I'm going to turn into a fucking cow. Oh the joys of stress.
Yee haw.
I'll be better by next Tuesday, so I think I'm gonna stop posting until then. No one needs to hear me whine (other than the gal...heh). I'll give all y'all the update next week.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Heh. Ooops
I kinda showed the gal the blog today (she caught me reading Styrofoamkitty at my desk). Thankfully, I am not dating a computer geek (that's my title), so I'm not really worried about her checking it out all that often...also, it's not like I really talk about her all that much. Right?
Though I suspect she will want to sit down and read through it one day. Unless I distract her. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Gonna go and buy some fire crackers now.
I kinda showed the gal the blog today (she caught me reading Styrofoamkitty at my desk). Thankfully, I am not dating a computer geek (that's my title), so I'm not really worried about her checking it out all that often...also, it's not like I really talk about her all that much. Right?
Though I suspect she will want to sit down and read through it one day. Unless I distract her. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Gonna go and buy some fire crackers now.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
More fun with pretty stars
*my eyes are on FIRE.
*my home looks like it's been bombed. The joys of impulsively buying new furniture from IKEA and not having enough time to put it all together and get the oldshit crud stuff out.
*even though I slept like a baby (with the gal at my side), I'm still effin' exhausted. I blame Weasel Central.
*I need to use my erg more
*I need to move my erg out of the living room. I'm constantly tripping on it.
*The cats enjoy the erg more than I do. Yes, the honeymoon is over. It's down to the nitty gritty workouts now.
*I cancelled my gym memebership last week. I feel like I've won the lotto.
*I wrote a really snarky letter in order to cancel my gym membership. I feel like I won Miss USA.
*got another appointment for the fun wow needle torture. March 1st is approaching a bit too fast for my liking
*I just found out that I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to
*and when I question why I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to, people act all surprised that I need to know. Uh huh.
*yes, I need to find a new job. AGAIN.
*my eyes are on FIRE.
*my home looks like it's been bombed. The joys of impulsively buying new furniture from IKEA and not having enough time to put it all together and get the old
*even though I slept like a baby (with the gal at my side), I'm still effin' exhausted. I blame Weasel Central.
*I need to use my erg more
*I need to move my erg out of the living room. I'm constantly tripping on it.
*The cats enjoy the erg more than I do. Yes, the honeymoon is over. It's down to the nitty gritty workouts now.
*I cancelled my gym memebership last week. I feel like I've won the lotto.
*I wrote a really snarky letter in order to cancel my gym membership. I feel like I won Miss USA.
*got another appointment for the fun wow needle torture. March 1st is approaching a bit too fast for my liking
*I just found out that I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to
*and when I question why I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to, people act all surprised that I need to know. Uh huh.
*yes, I need to find a new job. AGAIN.
Friday, February 13, 2004
S'all good.
And I'm still in love.
With the gal.
And the Spawn of Satan.
Happy Friday the 13th, y'all. It rocks harder than Valentine's Day.
And I'm still in love.
With the gal.
And the Spawn of Satan.
Happy Friday the 13th, y'all. It rocks harder than Valentine's Day.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Sigh
Right.
Had a bit of a tiff with the gal today. The first really good one since we started dating. All followed by hours of chatting about "us" and what we're gonna do in the future and other fun stuff.
What did I learn from all this?
I am madly in love.
Funny, isn't it?
Now I have to wait hours to tell her that.
Yay me.
Poop.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and spend some quality time with my erg.
Right.
Had a bit of a tiff with the gal today. The first really good one since we started dating. All followed by hours of chatting about "us" and what we're gonna do in the future and other fun stuff.
What did I learn from all this?
I am madly in love.
Funny, isn't it?
Now I have to wait hours to tell her that.
Yay me.
Poop.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and spend some quality time with my erg.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Love is in the erg
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the new love of my life.
We'll call him Spawn of Satan for now.
That's what the cats are calling it.
Especially when I'm ridin' it.
Buah ha ha.
My gal's already jealous.
Methinks they might duke it out for my affections.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the new love of my life.
We'll call him Spawn of Satan for now.
That's what the cats are calling it.
Especially when I'm ridin' it.
Buah ha ha.
My gal's already jealous.
Methinks they might duke it out for my affections.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Aiiiiight.
Enough of my bitching and wallowing.
Go to Brain's site and read the most beautiful and moving piece ever written. Honestly.
Enough of my bitching and wallowing.
Go to Brain's site and read the most beautiful and moving piece ever written. Honestly.
Woo
Yup. I live. I know, that was the most exciting statement I've made since, well, January 29th.
I haven't really had anything to say in over a week. Heck, I don't think I've really got much to say now.
Still fighting to get another appointment made. Man, customer service sucks ass in Canada. Whoever said Canadians were friendly never spoke to a lab technician. Ouch. They're super mean. Really. This lady was ruder than me to me and I didn't know what to say to her. Well, other than "um, thanks. Have a great day." Yee haw.
Oh yeah. And I went away with the gal last weekend. It was absolutely AMAZING! Time out of the city is great on its own, but with someone you're crazy about? Fan-fuckin-tastic. Awww yeah.
Right. Gonna go and find a tattoo design. Brain, get ready, we're getting inked this spring!
Yup. I live. I know, that was the most exciting statement I've made since, well, January 29th.
I haven't really had anything to say in over a week. Heck, I don't think I've really got much to say now.
Still fighting to get another appointment made. Man, customer service sucks ass in Canada. Whoever said Canadians were friendly never spoke to a lab technician. Ouch. They're super mean. Really. This lady was ruder than me to me and I didn't know what to say to her. Well, other than "um, thanks. Have a great day." Yee haw.
Oh yeah. And I went away with the gal last weekend. It was absolutely AMAZING! Time out of the city is great on its own, but with someone you're crazy about? Fan-fuckin-tastic. Awww yeah.
Right. Gonna go and find a tattoo design. Brain, get ready, we're getting inked this spring!
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
danger, danger, high voltage!
We had a fire drill today.
Now normally, I'm all excited at the thought of getting out of the office for a bit, but not today. Nope. Why? Cause it's snowy and fuckin' miserable out. Yeah. I even busted out the cell phone, huddled in a warm corner and made some business calls. I never do shit like that. But the radiation from my cellie kept my brain kinda warm.
So now I'm back in the building and warm. Nice and toasty. And very thankful I brought my new cardigan along with me. Yay! And I've got a "business" lunch in 10 minutes with a co-worker that I adore and respect. Yee haw!
This day is the bestest!
Probably because tomorrow will suck donkey dick. That's right. Tomorrow is the day I get my test results.
Poop.
Now before you go and say that it's all gonna be okay, keep this in mind...I have been freaking out on and off for 2 months over this whole thing. I will cry regardless of what the results are, because in my mind, 2 months of not knowing are coming to a possibly glorious end. It's kindacrazy fucked up insane.
Right. I'm gonna go and do something or other and then wander off for an extended lunch. Yay me!
We had a fire drill today.
Now normally, I'm all excited at the thought of getting out of the office for a bit, but not today. Nope. Why? Cause it's snowy and fuckin' miserable out. Yeah. I even busted out the cell phone, huddled in a warm corner and made some business calls. I never do shit like that. But the radiation from my cellie kept my brain kinda warm.
So now I'm back in the building and warm. Nice and toasty. And very thankful I brought my new cardigan along with me. Yay! And I've got a "business" lunch in 10 minutes with a co-worker that I adore and respect. Yee haw!
This day is the bestest!
Probably because tomorrow will suck donkey dick. That's right. Tomorrow is the day I get my test results.
Poop.
Now before you go and say that it's all gonna be okay, keep this in mind...I have been freaking out on and off for 2 months over this whole thing. I will cry regardless of what the results are, because in my mind, 2 months of not knowing are coming to a possibly glorious end. It's kinda
Right. I'm gonna go and do something or other and then wander off for an extended lunch. Yay me!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
I'm no air Jordan
Yeah, so last night I played my first game of basketball in too long. I also had my first hour long hot bath in a long time. Dudes, I hurt. I am no longer the lean, mean, fighting machine I used to be. Now, I am a sluggish, somewhat asthmatic, still mean, fighting machine. Dang. Who knew playing half court would be so killer? All that running back and forth. All that jumping around. All that sweating.
Yes, I will be going back next Tuesday for I am hooked.
Oy, my back.
Yeah, so last night I played my first game of basketball in too long. I also had my first hour long hot bath in a long time. Dudes, I hurt. I am no longer the lean, mean, fighting machine I used to be. Now, I am a sluggish, somewhat asthmatic, still mean, fighting machine. Dang. Who knew playing half court would be so killer? All that running back and forth. All that jumping around. All that sweating.
Yes, I will be going back next Tuesday for I am hooked.
Oy, my back.
Friday, January 16, 2004
This post brought to you by the word "fuck"
Must toss piece of shit Weasel Central out the motherfucking window of Weasel Central. Now.
I've been working on the same mofo report for the last fucking hour. And in the last fucking hour I have had to restart that report at least 6 times. Couldn't save it, either, so I've had to start from scratch each time. Why? Because my fuckin' ghetto shit computer doesn't have enough memory. Dude, I have TWO applications open and you're already out of virtual memory?!?!?!?
Fuck.
Must toss piece of shit Weasel Central out the motherfucking window of Weasel Central. Now.
I've been working on the same mofo report for the last fucking hour. And in the last fucking hour I have had to restart that report at least 6 times. Couldn't save it, either, so I've had to start from scratch each time. Why? Because my fuckin' ghetto shit computer doesn't have enough memory. Dude, I have TWO applications open and you're already out of virtual memory?!?!?!?
Fuck.
Friday, January 09, 2004
Yup. I'm alive. Very uncomfortable, but alive.
2 ultrasounds.
7 needles (instead of 8, aren't I the lucky one?).
10 minutes.
1 relieved Ren.
1 quiet evening with the gal.
Ta da. Today is gonna be a quiet day. I've already told my manager (yes, I'm chilling out at Weasel Central again) that I'm just gonna sit at my desk and be cranky all day. He seemed cool with that. Not that he had a choice.
The doctor said it's gonna hurt to do the following today:
-laugh
-cough
-yawn
and my personal favourite.....swallow.
Um, yeah.
2 ultrasounds.
7 needles (instead of 8, aren't I the lucky one?).
10 minutes.
1 relieved Ren.
1 quiet evening with the gal.
Ta da. Today is gonna be a quiet day. I've already told my manager (yes, I'm chilling out at Weasel Central again) that I'm just gonna sit at my desk and be cranky all day. He seemed cool with that. Not that he had a choice.
The doctor said it's gonna hurt to do the following today:
-laugh
-cough
-yawn
and my personal favourite.....swallow.
Um, yeah.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
I think my eyes are bleeding cause I'm that effin' tired.
I stopped freaking out around 2.30 this morning.
And then I had the uncomfortable sleep of the dead. Yay me!
Yeah, I'm here at Weasel Central "chilling out". That is if sitting stiffly in a crappy office chair constitues chilling out.
At 2.00 this afternoon, I will calmly get up and walk out of the office & down to the underground, where I will nestle into my gal's car and try to think happy thoughts until I get to the hospital. Once there, I will crack completely crude and inappropriate jokes and no one will chide me for being an insensitive arsehole. That will be my favourite part of the day. Then I'll go and let some techie guy do an ultrasound and stick a needle in my throat. Then I'll go home and nestle into my sofa with my gal and ignore the outside world. And tomorrow, I will wake up, thank the Universe for not killing me off (Ha nice try, you fuckwads!) and head back to Weasel Central to spread my kind of joy. Sounds like a plan.
I promise that those truly in the know will be called/emailed/texted poste haste. Thanks to all y'all out there for your supportive comments & emails. I love you fuckers.
I stopped freaking out around 2.30 this morning.
And then I had the uncomfortable sleep of the dead. Yay me!
Yeah, I'm here at Weasel Central "chilling out". That is if sitting stiffly in a crappy office chair constitues chilling out.
At 2.00 this afternoon, I will calmly get up and walk out of the office & down to the underground, where I will nestle into my gal's car and try to think happy thoughts until I get to the hospital. Once there, I will crack completely crude and inappropriate jokes and no one will chide me for being an insensitive arsehole. That will be my favourite part of the day. Then I'll go and let some techie guy do an ultrasound and stick a needle in my throat. Then I'll go home and nestle into my sofa with my gal and ignore the outside world. And tomorrow, I will wake up, thank the Universe for not killing me off (Ha nice try, you fuckwads!) and head back to Weasel Central to spread my kind of joy. Sounds like a plan.
I promise that those truly in the know will be called/emailed/texted poste haste. Thanks to all y'all out there for your supportive comments & emails. I love you fuckers.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Uh huh
Today is one of those days. I had a crud sleep, mainly cause my stress level is elevating rapidly and I'm kinda cranky (though how that differs from regular days, I'll never know). Tomorrow is the day. I'm not looking forward to it. But you already knew that.
In other news: the gal is in a good mood. And I'm fuckin' stylin'. Awww yeah. Compliments a go-go. But I think it's cause I'm wearing a total hooch shirt. The buttons keep popping and I keep showing off my personality. Dammit. The helper monkeys ("Minion" is so 2003) keep staring at my cleavage. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Oh who am I kidding? I freakin' love it.
Wow. My productivity is at an all time low. I just took an office chair for a walk. Methinks it's time to start thinking about going home. Yes indeedy do.
Today is one of those days. I had a crud sleep, mainly cause my stress level is elevating rapidly and I'm kinda cranky (though how that differs from regular days, I'll never know). Tomorrow is the day. I'm not looking forward to it. But you already knew that.
In other news: the gal is in a good mood. And I'm fuckin' stylin'. Awww yeah. Compliments a go-go. But I think it's cause I'm wearing a total hooch shirt. The buttons keep popping and I keep showing off my personality. Dammit. The helper monkeys ("Minion" is so 2003) keep staring at my cleavage. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Oh who am I kidding? I freakin' love it.
Wow. My productivity is at an all time low. I just took an office chair for a walk. Methinks it's time to start thinking about going home. Yes indeedy do.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
I was gonna post a complaint to the Universe, but I feel that it's a tad overdone. I'm going to make this the year I ignore the Universe. Cause maybe then my luck might turn around. Just maybe.
Other than that, um, yeah. I got up early and went to the gym. Along with all of those "I will go back to the gym in 2004" people. Y'know, the ones who hog all your favourite machines. Yeah. Them.
My gal's rocking the PMS today. And she'skinda weepy meaner than a bucking bronco. Which means I have to stay away from her unless I want her reduced to tears to rip my fucking face off and eat it for lunch in the office. *sigh*
Only 2 more days until I get ye olde needle in ye olde throat. I'm still not calm about this. In the least. So in the meantime, I'm keeping myself somewhat distracted by picking on the Weasel Central minions. And a few Weasel Central supervisors. Nothing brings a smile to my face like tearing a strip offa someone. Yee haw.
This month's motto?
January 2004....the year Ren got leaner and meaner.
Buah ha ha.
Other than that, um, yeah. I got up early and went to the gym. Along with all of those "I will go back to the gym in 2004" people. Y'know, the ones who hog all your favourite machines. Yeah. Them.
My gal's rocking the PMS today. And she's
Only 2 more days until I get ye olde needle in ye olde throat. I'm still not calm about this. In the least. So in the meantime, I'm keeping myself somewhat distracted by picking on the Weasel Central minions. And a few Weasel Central supervisors. Nothing brings a smile to my face like tearing a strip offa someone. Yee haw.
This month's motto?
January 2004....the year Ren got leaner and meaner.
Buah ha ha.
Monday, January 05, 2004
Return of the insanity
Howdy, and hope y'all had a rockin' New Years.
Yeah, I'm still around. Managed to chill out with friends, family & other loved ones all of last week. It was beautiful. There's nothing like ringing in the new year with some of those nearest and dearest to you.
Slept in for days. Wandered around the city, fed a Von Trapp family size of cats (mine included). Basically enjoyed shit.
Hung out with the gal for days and taught her how to play video games while I learned how to relax.
Of course, as of this morning, the relaxation is totally gone.
Got a call this morning from the hospital. Found out that I can get a much earlier appointment for some pretty big tests. Yeah. Went from having an appointment for the 26th of January to having an appointment for this fucking Thursday. Uh huh. I'm happy that it's earlier, but I'm also shitting myself. It was one thing when I didn't really have to worry about anything for the longest while. Now it's here. Dang. How do you sike yourself up to get a needle in the throat? Anyone?
Thankfully I've got a kick ass group of friends who are incredibly supportive over this whole thing.
As for the Universe, thanks, I think. Though I must admit that I'm still a wee bit peeved with the Universe for getting me in this predicament in the first place.
I honestly know I'll be okay, but in the meantime, I'm just gonna sit over here and freak the fuck out.
Howdy, and hope y'all had a rockin' New Years.
Yeah, I'm still around. Managed to chill out with friends, family & other loved ones all of last week. It was beautiful. There's nothing like ringing in the new year with some of those nearest and dearest to you.
Slept in for days. Wandered around the city, fed a Von Trapp family size of cats (mine included). Basically enjoyed shit.
Hung out with the gal for days and taught her how to play video games while I learned how to relax.
Of course, as of this morning, the relaxation is totally gone.
Got a call this morning from the hospital. Found out that I can get a much earlier appointment for some pretty big tests. Yeah. Went from having an appointment for the 26th of January to having an appointment for this fucking Thursday. Uh huh. I'm happy that it's earlier, but I'm also shitting myself. It was one thing when I didn't really have to worry about anything for the longest while. Now it's here. Dang. How do you sike yourself up to get a needle in the throat? Anyone?
Thankfully I've got a kick ass group of friends who are incredibly supportive over this whole thing.
As for the Universe, thanks, I think. Though I must admit that I'm still a wee bit peeved with the Universe for getting me in this predicament in the first place.
I honestly know I'll be okay, but in the meantime, I'm just gonna sit over here and freak the fuck out.
Monday, December 29, 2003
I am the master of productivity
Yeah. Right.
Had the laziest Christmas holiday time. Evah. It was beautiful. Seems the laziness is still hanging around in bits and pieces.
Managed to motivate my lazy ass outta bed and off to the gym. Too bad it made me totally late for work. But eh, who cares.
Then I rolled into the office (breaking the dress code once again) and sat around for a bit, created a few pretty reports and then got down to the important business of slacking.
In the time I've been here (somewheres around 9.40) I've done the following:
* read a bunch of blogs
*surfed the net for information on laser hair removal (don't ask...it's not for me)
*made a pretty report (actually work related!)
*wandered around the department a few times
*ate waaaaaaay too much chocolate
*sent an email to HR basically admitting that I'm a fucking slacker and could I please get another extension on something that was due well over a week ago?
*had my sniveling email ignored by HR
*cursed HR to burn in hell
*dissed our marketing team at least 20 times
*wished I could be a marketing goon. Cause really, where else could you come up with an idea that negatively impacts over 100 employees but looks great on paper and at the end of the project you get a bonus cause hey, you moved a million new policies?
Hope y'all had a great Christmas/Hanukah/Kwaanza/Booze fest.
I think I'm gonna go for another wander round the building.
Damn, I love this time of year!
Yeah. Right.
Had the laziest Christmas holiday time. Evah. It was beautiful. Seems the laziness is still hanging around in bits and pieces.
Managed to motivate my lazy ass outta bed and off to the gym. Too bad it made me totally late for work. But eh, who cares.
Then I rolled into the office (breaking the dress code once again) and sat around for a bit, created a few pretty reports and then got down to the important business of slacking.
In the time I've been here (somewheres around 9.40) I've done the following:
* read a bunch of blogs
*surfed the net for information on laser hair removal (don't ask...it's not for me)
*made a pretty report (actually work related!)
*wandered around the department a few times
*ate waaaaaaay too much chocolate
*sent an email to HR basically admitting that I'm a fucking slacker and could I please get another extension on something that was due well over a week ago?
*had my sniveling email ignored by HR
*cursed HR to burn in hell
*dissed our marketing team at least 20 times
*wished I could be a marketing goon. Cause really, where else could you come up with an idea that negatively impacts over 100 employees but looks great on paper and at the end of the project you get a bonus cause hey, you moved a million new policies?
Hope y'all had a great Christmas/Hanukah/Kwaanza/Booze fest.
I think I'm gonna go for another wander round the building.
Damn, I love this time of year!
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
I'm dreaming of a rainy Christmas
Awww yeah. I could happily sleep through Christmas (put Christ back in Christmas!) this year. I'm a tired monkey. A veddy tired monkey. Shit.
Plus the weather bites my ass. It's raining. Hardcore. Nothing says Christmas like rain. *sigh* And I'm not even a big fan of Christmas and I'm all bummed out at the craptastic weather.
All the visiting and running around began last week. Sleep is scheduled for the new year. At least that's what I'm hoping. Trying not to think of new years and what my hipster plans should be. Dang.
Still doing a whack of tests & appointments. Still not loving a minute of it. No siree. I'll be glad when (if) it's all over.
Excitement of the week? I bought an eye patch for my wonky left eye. I said "arrrgh" a lot and just about peed myself laughing. Yes, it's come down to eye patches to keep me amused. Heh. It's a rocking eye patch. You'd all love it. For real.
Awww yeah. I could happily sleep through Christmas (put Christ back in Christmas!) this year. I'm a tired monkey. A veddy tired monkey. Shit.
Plus the weather bites my ass. It's raining. Hardcore. Nothing says Christmas like rain. *sigh* And I'm not even a big fan of Christmas and I'm all bummed out at the craptastic weather.
All the visiting and running around began last week. Sleep is scheduled for the new year. At least that's what I'm hoping. Trying not to think of new years and what my hipster plans should be. Dang.
Still doing a whack of tests & appointments. Still not loving a minute of it. No siree. I'll be glad when (if) it's all over.
Excitement of the week? I bought an eye patch for my wonky left eye. I said "arrrgh" a lot and just about peed myself laughing. Yes, it's come down to eye patches to keep me amused. Heh. It's a rocking eye patch. You'd all love it. For real.