Aside to Secret Agent Jo:
Yeah, so I poked the cat repeatedly.
I shoulda seen it coming.
At least my shots are up to date.
At least it didn't result in a cut.
Yay!
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
Don't freak out, okay?
I picked up the phone today and those were my mum's first words to me. Needless to say, I freaked out. And then I tore off to the hospital. Yup. After a billion hours of tests/chilling out/getting snarky the doctor gave us the results...Gram had another mild stroke.
*sigh*
I never want to spend that many hours in a hospital ever again. I think my mum and gram were there for 12 and I was there for maybe 9. The sad thing is that my gram hates hospitals. She was cool for the first 10 hours, but you could tell by the last couple that she was convinced that we weren't going to take her home tonight. Actually, I was trying to push that she stay for the night for observation, but the terror in her eyes made me change my tune.
The doctor told us that she's pretty healthy (other than the stroke (!)) so that was good to hear. I'll be shuttling her to a few more appointments over the next few weeks, so I'm sure I'll be going on about that for a bit. I make no apologies for it. I'll also be watching that lady like a total hawk. Awww yeah.
Thanks to everyone who has dropped me a line of support, it's totally appreciated. Gram's pretty good. Pissed off that she had to spend an entirely good day in the hospital, but good. I love the fact that my gram is still full of piss n' vinegar.
Thank you universe for that much.
I picked up the phone today and those were my mum's first words to me. Needless to say, I freaked out. And then I tore off to the hospital. Yup. After a billion hours of tests/chilling out/getting snarky the doctor gave us the results...Gram had another mild stroke.
*sigh*
I never want to spend that many hours in a hospital ever again. I think my mum and gram were there for 12 and I was there for maybe 9. The sad thing is that my gram hates hospitals. She was cool for the first 10 hours, but you could tell by the last couple that she was convinced that we weren't going to take her home tonight. Actually, I was trying to push that she stay for the night for observation, but the terror in her eyes made me change my tune.
The doctor told us that she's pretty healthy (other than the stroke (!)) so that was good to hear. I'll be shuttling her to a few more appointments over the next few weeks, so I'm sure I'll be going on about that for a bit. I make no apologies for it. I'll also be watching that lady like a total hawk. Awww yeah.
Thanks to everyone who has dropped me a line of support, it's totally appreciated. Gram's pretty good. Pissed off that she had to spend an entirely good day in the hospital, but good. I love the fact that my gram is still full of piss n' vinegar.
Thank you universe for that much.
Friday, September 26, 2003
My Love Don't Cost A Thing
Dammit. I have that bloody song stuck in my head. Fark.
And yes, that's the most exciting thing I have to say for today.
Buah ha ha.
Last night I got to catch up with a friend of mine. She's back in town from Japan. Where it seems the majority of my friends are/have been. Odd. I keep thinking about it, but I'm not jonesing to head out there. Any hoodle, we played catch up, I went on about the insane dates I've gone on recently (next time I think internet dating sounds good, please maim me). All in all, a good time was had. Yay! I'm all for chilling out with my friends and making them laugh until they get the "dear lord I think I'm gonna pee" face.
Yes, I am truly evil.
In other news...I'm bored. Very bored. I can barely even make myself tackle all the crap on my desk. I'm surfing, I'm watching the Oscar WebCam (the fucking CUTEST dog on earth), I'm reading, I'm almost napping, I'm BORED.
Send excitement.
Dammit. I have that bloody song stuck in my head. Fark.
And yes, that's the most exciting thing I have to say for today.
Buah ha ha.
Last night I got to catch up with a friend of mine. She's back in town from Japan. Where it seems the majority of my friends are/have been. Odd. I keep thinking about it, but I'm not jonesing to head out there. Any hoodle, we played catch up, I went on about the insane dates I've gone on recently (next time I think internet dating sounds good, please maim me). All in all, a good time was had. Yay! I'm all for chilling out with my friends and making them laugh until they get the "dear lord I think I'm gonna pee" face.
Yes, I am truly evil.
In other news...I'm bored. Very bored. I can barely even make myself tackle all the crap on my desk. I'm surfing, I'm watching the Oscar WebCam (the fucking CUTEST dog on earth), I'm reading, I'm almost napping, I'm BORED.
Send excitement.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
I'm having such a hard time keeping my eyes open.
It's getting funny. I feel like a little kid. My head is nodding.
I think I should just give in and put my head down on my desk and nap. Doubt anyone would notice. Well, at least until I started drooling and snoring. Awwww yeah.
On the good news front:
My Gram is feeling pretty darn good these days. Which means I can sleep a wee bit better. Of course I'm still worried, but hey, that's what I do.
The family's gonna sit down (all 3 of us) and we'll make some decisions about what needs to be done in the near future. This unfortunately involves me cancelling a trip to Vancouver next month. Though I've been killing to get away, I'm not really complaining. This woman raised me. It's the least I could do.
No questions asked.
It's getting funny. I feel like a little kid. My head is nodding.
I think I should just give in and put my head down on my desk and nap. Doubt anyone would notice. Well, at least until I started drooling and snoring. Awwww yeah.
On the good news front:
My Gram is feeling pretty darn good these days. Which means I can sleep a wee bit better. Of course I'm still worried, but hey, that's what I do.
The family's gonna sit down (all 3 of us) and we'll make some decisions about what needs to be done in the near future. This unfortunately involves me cancelling a trip to Vancouver next month. Though I've been killing to get away, I'm not really complaining. This woman raised me. It's the least I could do.
No questions asked.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Today I am the most sensitive person on earth.
Honest. I keep tearing up. It's getting sappy. And really annoying.
I've come to realise that the most important things around are your family and friends. Now I knew this before, but it always takes a scare or two (!) to make me remember that. How sad is that?
I'd become the epitome of yuppie scum. I drive my foreign car. I work in management. I own a loft. I drink Heiniken. I sometimes call my friends. I sometimes call my family.
With all the crazy life changing things that have gone on recently, I realised that things have got to change.
Those who know me are gonna hear from me a hell of a lot more. I love you fuckers. And I'm gonna tell you that. Over and over again until you finally get fed up and/or freaked out and end up having to change your phone number and possibly move or get a restraining order against me. But until that happens, consider this your warning.
I'm gonna stop waiting to hear from you. I'll call/email/send cards more often. I'll stop bitching about how my friends/family/cats are being lame (well, maybe not the cats). I'll give out more hugs and less dirty looks.
Welcome to the new, caring, mondo sensitive moi!
And yes, I still FUCKING hate my job, so none of the above applies to Weasel Central.
Honest. I keep tearing up. It's getting sappy. And really annoying.
I've come to realise that the most important things around are your family and friends. Now I knew this before, but it always takes a scare or two (!) to make me remember that. How sad is that?
I'd become the epitome of yuppie scum. I drive my foreign car. I work in management. I own a loft. I drink Heiniken. I sometimes call my friends. I sometimes call my family.
With all the crazy life changing things that have gone on recently, I realised that things have got to change.
Those who know me are gonna hear from me a hell of a lot more. I love you fuckers. And I'm gonna tell you that. Over and over again until you finally get fed up and/or freaked out and end up having to change your phone number and possibly move or get a restraining order against me. But until that happens, consider this your warning.
I'm gonna stop waiting to hear from you. I'll call/email/send cards more often. I'll stop bitching about how my friends/family/cats are being lame (well, maybe not the cats). I'll give out more hugs and less dirty looks.
Welcome to the new, caring, mondo sensitive moi!
And yes, I still FUCKING hate my job, so none of the above applies to Weasel Central.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Monday, September 22, 2003
Wake me when it's over
Funniest thing. I am so tired I can barely function. And I totally forgot what I was just gonna post. Ha. I'm a fookin' lame-o. Yay me!
I don't think I've been this tired in a long time. And it's not like I had a wild child weekend. Sure, I did some racing on Saturday (pic to follow). My crew came in second! I now have my first medal after 4 years of rowing! I feel super cool yet super lame all at the same time.
But at least I looked cute in my spandex (!) shorts.
To those keeping tabs...I got my results back from the doc on Friday....nothing out of the ordinary. Yet I still feel like shit. I am now blaming my job. My doc seems to think it's viral. Um, does anyone else think it a wee bit strange that I've been pseudo-ill for the last 4-5 weeks? My doc doesn't seem to be in that group. She's all like "yeah, if you're still not feeling well, come see me in a week". Okay. Whatever. I give up.
D'oh. It's my infamous Weasel Central VP. Must hide.
Funniest thing. I am so tired I can barely function. And I totally forgot what I was just gonna post. Ha. I'm a fookin' lame-o. Yay me!
I don't think I've been this tired in a long time. And it's not like I had a wild child weekend. Sure, I did some racing on Saturday (pic to follow). My crew came in second! I now have my first medal after 4 years of rowing! I feel super cool yet super lame all at the same time.
But at least I looked cute in my spandex (!) shorts.
To those keeping tabs...I got my results back from the doc on Friday....nothing out of the ordinary. Yet I still feel like shit. I am now blaming my job. My doc seems to think it's viral. Um, does anyone else think it a wee bit strange that I've been pseudo-ill for the last 4-5 weeks? My doc doesn't seem to be in that group. She's all like "yeah, if you're still not feeling well, come see me in a week". Okay. Whatever. I give up.
D'oh. It's my infamous Weasel Central VP. Must hide.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Things I hate (in no particular order):
* the Vice President of Weasel Central...learn my fucking name already! I've worked here for almost THREE FUCKING YEARS!!
* the Assistant Vice President of Weasel Central...either you ignore me or you be my best friend. Pick one. I'm getting tired of smiling at you.
* the weather
* my job
* news casters (and their hair)
Things I love (Again, in no particular order):
* Kirk and Mary-Ann (no explanation needed)
* my stinky cats
* my car (so sue me)
* all those cool cats who read my blog
* chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
* the Vice President of Weasel Central...learn my fucking name already! I've worked here for almost THREE FUCKING YEARS!!
* the Assistant Vice President of Weasel Central...either you ignore me or you be my best friend. Pick one. I'm getting tired of smiling at you.
* the weather
* my job
* news casters (and their hair)
Things I love (Again, in no particular order):
* Kirk and Mary-Ann (no explanation needed)
* my stinky cats
* my car (so sue me)
* all those cool cats who read my blog
* chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
Thursday, September 18, 2003
I lurve my tattoo artist.
Really I do.
And not just cause he's talented. And cuter than cute.
Went and got my crappy tattoo fixed up. Now it's gorgeous. I've spent half of my day just staring at my arm. No wonder management thinks I'm crazy and must be avoided at all costs. If only I'd thought up that shit years ago.
No other exciting things to report. At least that I can remember. Or care to remember.
Oh yeah. I'm waiting to hear from my doctor's on the results of my blood work. No, take your time, I've only been mysteriously ill for the last month. What's another day of waiting? Bah. Silly me for freaking out. It's perfectly normal to go for multiple blood tests over less than a two week period. Geeze, I'm such a hysterical female.
Ooops. I just ignored my assistance vice president. Again.
Dude, if I keep this up, I'll be relegated to cleaning up the shit. Oh, wait. I already do that. Buah ha ha.
Really I do.
And not just cause he's talented. And cuter than cute.
Went and got my crappy tattoo fixed up. Now it's gorgeous. I've spent half of my day just staring at my arm. No wonder management thinks I'm crazy and must be avoided at all costs. If only I'd thought up that shit years ago.
No other exciting things to report. At least that I can remember. Or care to remember.
Oh yeah. I'm waiting to hear from my doctor's on the results of my blood work. No, take your time, I've only been mysteriously ill for the last month. What's another day of waiting? Bah. Silly me for freaking out. It's perfectly normal to go for multiple blood tests over less than a two week period. Geeze, I'm such a hysterical female.
Ooops. I just ignored my assistance vice president. Again.
Dude, if I keep this up, I'll be relegated to cleaning up the shit. Oh, wait. I already do that. Buah ha ha.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Go and wish Cati a happy birthday, yo.
Go on. You know you wanna.
Besides, Weasel Central's got me where it counts. Gotta get some office krap done.
I'll write something wonderful later.
Now go wish Cati a happy birthday, dammit!
Go on. You know you wanna.
Besides, Weasel Central's got me where it counts. Gotta get some office krap done.
I'll write something wonderful later.
Now go wish Cati a happy birthday, dammit!
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
The motion of the Ocean...
...Is right here in my head. Why do I insist on rowing with choppy water? *urp* Damn this training. Everytime I think I'm okay, I move and the whole rocking thing starts up again. Dude, I've been off the water for a good 4 hours! When will the rocking stop?!?!?!! Oh I so want to cry. Or hurl. Or maybe both. Yes, this Weasel Central carpet looks super absorbent. Buah ha ha.
So it looks like I'm going back to school. Woo hoo! Aiiight, so it's only night school, but it's for photography (thank you Kirk a billion times for motivating me to do it! Who loves ya baby?). I think I'm going to enroll in the winter session. And then I'll be able to walk up to total hotties and be all "I'm a photography student, wanna pose nude for me?" Oh I can see it now. Sweet.
Go check out Dirty Fez. I just got a shout out. Yay me! Makes me feel all popular and shit. Aww yeah. And you know that my ego so needs the boost today.
Tomorrow I go for the "new" tattoo. Getting a shitty tattoo turned into a fabu tattoo. I'm veddy excited. Perhaps I'll even scan it and post it one day. Heh. Yeah, and maybe that'll be the day I become the next Pope. Don't hold your breath, I'm in lazy mode. S'all about the laziness baby. The same laziness that keeps me from rewiring my DVD player so I can FINALLY watch Mulholland Drive. *sigh*
Send cookies.
And beer.
...Is right here in my head. Why do I insist on rowing with choppy water? *urp* Damn this training. Everytime I think I'm okay, I move and the whole rocking thing starts up again. Dude, I've been off the water for a good 4 hours! When will the rocking stop?!?!?!! Oh I so want to cry. Or hurl. Or maybe both. Yes, this Weasel Central carpet looks super absorbent. Buah ha ha.
So it looks like I'm going back to school. Woo hoo! Aiiight, so it's only night school, but it's for photography (thank you Kirk a billion times for motivating me to do it! Who loves ya baby?). I think I'm going to enroll in the winter session. And then I'll be able to walk up to total hotties and be all "I'm a photography student, wanna pose nude for me?" Oh I can see it now. Sweet.
Go check out Dirty Fez. I just got a shout out. Yay me! Makes me feel all popular and shit. Aww yeah. And you know that my ego so needs the boost today.
Tomorrow I go for the "new" tattoo. Getting a shitty tattoo turned into a fabu tattoo. I'm veddy excited. Perhaps I'll even scan it and post it one day. Heh. Yeah, and maybe that'll be the day I become the next Pope. Don't hold your breath, I'm in lazy mode. S'all about the laziness baby. The same laziness that keeps me from rewiring my DVD player so I can FINALLY watch Mulholland Drive. *sigh*
Send cookies.
And beer.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Yup, yup, yup
What a blah kinda day. A definite Monday. The weather sucks, everyone's kinda glum and I'm scratching at the windows to be set free from Weasel Central. *sigh*
Though this just made me giggle my arse off: The Urban Dictionary
Uh huh. I'm being a cranky bear this afternoon, and it turns out that my staff didn't notice anything different about me. Nice. Methinks it's time for a vacation. Awww yeah. Must get outta dodge.
Grrrrrr.
mmmm, berries n' shit.
What a blah kinda day. A definite Monday. The weather sucks, everyone's kinda glum and I'm scratching at the windows to be set free from Weasel Central. *sigh*
Though this just made me giggle my arse off: The Urban Dictionary
Uh huh. I'm being a cranky bear this afternoon, and it turns out that my staff didn't notice anything different about me. Nice. Methinks it's time for a vacation. Awww yeah. Must get outta dodge.
Grrrrrr.
mmmm, berries n' shit.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Another update:
Didn't get the jobs I got called for this week. But before everyone starts with the "awws" and whatnot, I've actually got another shot at one of the positions. Knowing this keeps me from going on the tear that I was threatening to go on.
The interview I had this morning was a bit of a waste. I was completely unqualified for the position. Like sales? What? If selling Girl Guide cookies when I was young counts, then I'm a sales genious. But other than that, nope. It was evident very early on that I wasn't going to be "the right match" for the job. But again, looking on the bright side, I now have another recruiter helping me to get out of Weasel Central hell.
Fingers crossed everybody!!
Didn't get the jobs I got called for this week. But before everyone starts with the "awws" and whatnot, I've actually got another shot at one of the positions. Knowing this keeps me from going on the tear that I was threatening to go on.
The interview I had this morning was a bit of a waste. I was completely unqualified for the position. Like sales? What? If selling Girl Guide cookies when I was young counts, then I'm a sales genious. But other than that, nope. It was evident very early on that I wasn't going to be "the right match" for the job. But again, looking on the bright side, I now have another recruiter helping me to get out of Weasel Central hell.
Fingers crossed everybody!!
Thursday, September 11, 2003
*sigh*
I love when my friends ring me up just to find out if I'm gonna do something for them and while on the phone with me, they have a million conversations with people AROUND them. For gawd's sake...if I'm that fucking boring, don't call me. And yes, I will water your plants/feed the dog/shoot the neighbour and possibly fuck your significant other while you're away. It's all part of being your lame assed friend.
And in other news:
I got another one of those 5 question thingys. This time from the wonderful (yet currently hermit-like) Kat of Dirty Fez. So without further ado, questions and answers!
1. Are you a cat person or a dog person?
Oh so a cat person. If not for the sheer fact that I hate people, love to sleep, and if I had my way, I'd shred the fucking curtains too.
Though I must admit I really WANT a dog. Deep apologies to my 3 kitties.
2. If you had a choice between being incredibly happy and relatively stupid, or
incredibly intelligent and relatively unhappy, which would you choose?
I think I'm already leading the second choice, y'know.
3. Describe the most humiliating moment you have ever experienced.
Dude. There are soooo many. The last great one? Getting scolded at Heathrow Airport by the Air Canada counter guy in England. Why? Cause I TOTALLY missed my flight back to Canada and I had the lamest excuse (uh, there was a delay on the tube?). It wouldn't have been too bad, but then he had to announce loudly "where have you BEEN? I'm not holding that flight for you, y'know. It's totally leaving without you". Though he didn't charge me for the change in flight, he managed to make me feel like a total arsehole by circling the final bording time. Twice. *sigh*
Other humiliating moments are all long, twisted dating stories. Just thinking about them are making me want to hide under the bed. Forever.
4. If you could talk to any historical figure for two hours with no
interruptions, who would it be?
Virginia Woolf. And I'd tell her what a total skeez Nicole Kidman is. Especially when it came to 'being' Virginia Woolf. Guh, I still can't believe she won an Oscar for that! She didn't even LOOK like her! sorry, I'm still really bitter about that.
5. Which 5 songs always evoke an emotional response in you? Happy, sad, angry,
any emotional reaction. Why?
Oh gawd. Erm, yeah.
1. Other side - David Gray. It's such a beautiful song, about something gone horribly wrong. There's this great line about "love is a raven when it's gone" and it always gets me. I love it, even though it depresses me just a little.
2. Anything by 112. Pure anger. 112 was one of my exes' favourite groups. Nuff said.
3. Welcome to the Jungle - Guns n' Roses. The best stress reliever song. Makes me giggly and happy. Heh.
4. Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode. I always sing it as "personal hey-seuss". I do a little dance too, regardless of where I am when that song comes on. Cracks me right up. Good times all round.
5. Anything by Oscar Peterson. Makes me think of my Gram, so it's a total joyous thing. And yes, my Gram is still alive and kicking. (side note: as a young gal, she dated one of the members of Oscar's band! Her stories are fantastic!)
And there you have it! My 5 answers. Ta da.
If there's anyone out there still lookin' to be interviewed, lemmie know.
I love when my friends ring me up just to find out if I'm gonna do something for them and while on the phone with me, they have a million conversations with people AROUND them. For gawd's sake...if I'm that fucking boring, don't call me. And yes, I will water your plants/feed the dog/shoot the neighbour and possibly fuck your significant other while you're away. It's all part of being your lame assed friend.
And in other news:
I got another one of those 5 question thingys. This time from the wonderful (yet currently hermit-like) Kat of Dirty Fez. So without further ado, questions and answers!
1. Are you a cat person or a dog person?
Oh so a cat person. If not for the sheer fact that I hate people, love to sleep, and if I had my way, I'd shred the fucking curtains too.
Though I must admit I really WANT a dog. Deep apologies to my 3 kitties.
2. If you had a choice between being incredibly happy and relatively stupid, or
incredibly intelligent and relatively unhappy, which would you choose?
I think I'm already leading the second choice, y'know.
3. Describe the most humiliating moment you have ever experienced.
Dude. There are soooo many. The last great one? Getting scolded at Heathrow Airport by the Air Canada counter guy in England. Why? Cause I TOTALLY missed my flight back to Canada and I had the lamest excuse (uh, there was a delay on the tube?). It wouldn't have been too bad, but then he had to announce loudly "where have you BEEN? I'm not holding that flight for you, y'know. It's totally leaving without you". Though he didn't charge me for the change in flight, he managed to make me feel like a total arsehole by circling the final bording time. Twice. *sigh*
Other humiliating moments are all long, twisted dating stories. Just thinking about them are making me want to hide under the bed. Forever.
4. If you could talk to any historical figure for two hours with no
interruptions, who would it be?
Virginia Woolf. And I'd tell her what a total skeez Nicole Kidman is. Especially when it came to 'being' Virginia Woolf. Guh, I still can't believe she won an Oscar for that! She didn't even LOOK like her! sorry, I'm still really bitter about that.
5. Which 5 songs always evoke an emotional response in you? Happy, sad, angry,
any emotional reaction. Why?
Oh gawd. Erm, yeah.
1. Other side - David Gray. It's such a beautiful song, about something gone horribly wrong. There's this great line about "love is a raven when it's gone" and it always gets me. I love it, even though it depresses me just a little.
2. Anything by 112. Pure anger. 112 was one of my exes' favourite groups. Nuff said.
3. Welcome to the Jungle - Guns n' Roses. The best stress reliever song. Makes me giggly and happy. Heh.
4. Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode. I always sing it as "personal hey-seuss". I do a little dance too, regardless of where I am when that song comes on. Cracks me right up. Good times all round.
5. Anything by Oscar Peterson. Makes me think of my Gram, so it's a total joyous thing. And yes, my Gram is still alive and kicking. (side note: as a young gal, she dated one of the members of Oscar's band! Her stories are fantastic!)
And there you have it! My 5 answers. Ta da.
If there's anyone out there still lookin' to be interviewed, lemmie know.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
I have an interview this FRIDAY!
I am so happy I could puke.
For real.
Other than that, life is the same old. I wake up much too early (I remember going YEARS without ever seeing a sun rise...I miss those days with a passion), I have discovered that coffee and I are on the outs and if I had more free time I know that I'd spend it sleeping like the dirty mofo I really am.
Oh. And I'm craving a chocolate chip cookie the way R.Kelly craves the young'uns.
I am so happy I could puke.
For real.
Other than that, life is the same old. I wake up much too early (I remember going YEARS without ever seeing a sun rise...I miss those days with a passion), I have discovered that coffee and I are on the outs and if I had more free time I know that I'd spend it sleeping like the dirty mofo I really am.
Oh. And I'm craving a chocolate chip cookie the way R.Kelly craves the young'uns.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
One more thing
Dear Universe,
Since you've done something wicked amazing for me, can I ask you to take care of a few of my friends who desperately need some watching over?
I'm trying my darndest to make things easier for them, but I don't think I can do it on my own.
Thanks,
Ren
P.S do you think my last post about you guys was a bit on the "nanny nanny boo boo" side?
Dear Universe,
Since you've done something wicked amazing for me, can I ask you to take care of a few of my friends who desperately need some watching over?
I'm trying my darndest to make things easier for them, but I don't think I can do it on my own.
Thanks,
Ren
P.S do you think my last post about you guys was a bit on the "nanny nanny boo boo" side?
Uh huh.
So it's like this...
the universe fuckin' came through!
To those of you who doubted the awesome powers of the universe (too many of you to name individually)...you're fuckin' dumb wads (and don't bother posting a comment about how this is just a fluke, or I will hunt you down and cut you).
Yup. Just when I thought I was gonna have to pose as a "college student" and get a job stripping, the universe presents me with a great surprise.
Two, count 'em two messages about jobs. Dudes, I almost peed myself I was so happy.
I've left return messages and now I'm just waiting to see what happens now.
Wooo.
Oh, and thanks to those kick ass friends o' mine who secretly knew that something good would come of my grovelling to the powers that be (yes, I am a bad Catholic...I didn't ask Gawd, but I figure I was asking for something selfish so why not piss off the big guy fully and go elsewhere?).
I have more to report, but I'm freakin' exhausted. Been up since the crack of ass, and frankly, my bed looks wicked comfy from this angle.
So it's like this...
the universe fuckin' came through!
To those of you who doubted the awesome powers of the universe (too many of you to name individually)...you're fuckin' dumb wads (and don't bother posting a comment about how this is just a fluke, or I will hunt you down and cut you).
Yup. Just when I thought I was gonna have to pose as a "college student" and get a job stripping, the universe presents me with a great surprise.
Two, count 'em two messages about jobs. Dudes, I almost peed myself I was so happy.
I've left return messages and now I'm just waiting to see what happens now.
Wooo.
Oh, and thanks to those kick ass friends o' mine who secretly knew that something good would come of my grovelling to the powers that be (yes, I am a bad Catholic...I didn't ask Gawd, but I figure I was asking for something selfish so why not piss off the big guy fully and go elsewhere?).
I have more to report, but I'm freakin' exhausted. Been up since the crack of ass, and frankly, my bed looks wicked comfy from this angle.
Dear Universe,
I've tried to be acaring (who am I kidding?!?!?!), fun filled, jovial kinda gal, but it's getting harder.
Why?
Because I am trapped in Weasel Central. If you just let me get my dream job STAT (thank you TLC's "life and death in the ER"), I promise to return to my beer-swilling, swearing worse than a trucker (in a good way) party gal self.
Until I get the job of my dreams I will drag my sorry ass home, pass out in front of the telly and cry to myself everytime I think of returning to this sorry excuse for a job.
Thanks!
Ren
I've tried to be a
Why?
Because I am trapped in Weasel Central. If you just let me get my dream job STAT (thank you TLC's "life and death in the ER"), I promise to return to my beer-swilling, swearing worse than a trucker (in a good way) party gal self.
Until I get the job of my dreams I will drag my sorry ass home, pass out in front of the telly and cry to myself everytime I think of returning to this sorry excuse for a job.
Thanks!
Ren
Friday, September 05, 2003
Open letter to The Nasty Ass Weasel Central Employee Who Used The Loo Before Me
Dear NAWCEWUTLBM,
You are sick. Very sick. Cause dude, if you're gonna fuckin' pee on the seat, at the very least aim for even coverage. No one enjoys walking into the one free stall only to find out that someone's done a Jackson Pollock and mucked up the seat. And dude? No wadded up toilet paper bits, either. That shit ain't pretty.
Big fuck you to you.
Kissies,
Ren
Dear NAWCEWUTLBM,
You are sick. Very sick. Cause dude, if you're gonna fuckin' pee on the seat, at the very least aim for even coverage. No one enjoys walking into the one free stall only to find out that someone's done a Jackson Pollock and mucked up the seat. And dude? No wadded up toilet paper bits, either. That shit ain't pretty.
Big fuck you to you.
Kissies,
Ren
Feeling old guy tired. Wish I could be an old guy. Cause then I'd be out cold in my chair, snoring my ass off. But no. Instead I'm pretending to be a management goon who "cares". I think this monkey needs nap time.
In other news...I need to start working out again. I learned this morning that my stamina ain't what it used to be (minds outta the gutter). Doing a full on race-like row and I thought that the last five minutes were gonna KILL me. Never used to be like that. D'oh.
Right. After having said all that, I'm gonna fuck off to the staff cafeteria and get me a chocolate bar. Booyaka!
In other news...I need to start working out again. I learned this morning that my stamina ain't what it used to be (minds outta the gutter). Doing a full on race-like row and I thought that the last five minutes were gonna KILL me. Never used to be like that. D'oh.
Right. After having said all that, I'm gonna fuck off to the staff cafeteria and get me a chocolate bar. Booyaka!
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Here I sit at my messy, fire hazard desk shaking from a venti Americano and eating dry Vector cereal out of a baggy and all I keep hearing in my head is: "I have just hit a new (corporate) low"
I've gotta stop buying StarPhuck's coffee. It's going to kill me. Dude, I'm TWITCHING like a spastic on the dance floor. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. And I'm out of cereal. *sigh*
That's it. Off to the Maul I go. I need to buy something. Yay Capitalism.
Oh, and go rent Laurel Canyon. It made me realise that I need a British rock star boyfriend. Right this minute. Awww yeah. If he's not available, I'll take a Frances McDormand type. RAWR.
I've gotta stop buying StarPhuck's coffee. It's going to kill me. Dude, I'm TWITCHING like a spastic on the dance floor. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. And I'm out of cereal. *sigh*
That's it. Off to the Maul I go. I need to buy something. Yay Capitalism.
Oh, and go rent Laurel Canyon. It made me realise that I need a British rock star boyfriend. Right this minute. Awww yeah. If he's not available, I'll take a Frances McDormand type. RAWR.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
I was just thisclose to applying for a job in Scotland.
Spot the monkey who's tired of being in this office. Yup. That would be me.
Yay!
Aiight. I promise not to kvetch about my job this week. Cause really, I should just be glad that I have a job that is paying me to let them break my spirits, crush my morale and treat me worse that a mangy mutt.
I love working at Weasel Central! (insert hysterical sobbing here)
That does it, I'm sending my resume to Scotland.
Aye laddy!
Spot the monkey who's tired of being in this office. Yup. That would be me.
Yay!
Aiight. I promise not to kvetch about my job this week. Cause really, I should just be glad that I have a job that is paying me to let them break my spirits, crush my morale and treat me worse that a mangy mutt.
I love working at Weasel Central! (insert hysterical sobbing here)
That does it, I'm sending my resume to Scotland.
Aye laddy!