My Jaw Hurts...

I'm exhausted.

The holidays have had a late start. House guest didn't arrive til Monday night... oh well, it is what it is. Happy to have her here!

At work today, and customs has decided to enforce a new rule we knew nothing about. = busy and fast day at work. :)

I'm tired of talking. yes I said it. Tired of talking. The past few days have been non stop talking. I feel like we all have so much to say so we're all in a race to get it out, at the same time, must.pace.ourselves.  Tonight the company is at a concert, so I get to have a quiet night in with the roommate before the craziness starts tomorrow. :)

A days rest before I have to talk again. My jaw is actually a little tired....
.....from talking!!! perverts.  Hardy har har assfaces, go ahead, insert your dirty jokes here______________________________________________________________



Looking forward to being away from life in general for a few days in the middle of the week. Seems more like a little holiday when your days off are in the middle of the week.... wait, isn't that the whole definition of "holidays"?...sigh....Good thing I'm cute.

I Won A Playtex Bra - Courtesy of the Big Girl Blog.

UPDATE.

Well scratch that. :-(

BGB just contacted me to advise due to rules and regulations, she can not send the Playtex bras she has to give away, to Canada.

Bummer.
Thanks for thinking of me anyways. I will still be heading to the department store to try on these bras in the mean time, and of course still give you an my thoughts on them.

Happy Weekend Stalkers.

p.s. I'm on holidays next week. I know. You're jealous.


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I wrote this entry about my bra driving me completely nuts before I had mosied on over to Big Girl Blog only to learn she had posted an entry about Playtex Bras and how amazing they keep her DDD's in place! 

SOLD! 

She almost mentioned she had 15 bra's to giveaway, courtesy of Playtex.
I didn't enter the contest. I didn't do anything she asked of her readers. I did however leave a comment, that I was thrilled with the recommendation and would head to the department store this week to check them out!.

I received an email from CeCe at The Big Girl Blog her this morning advising I had won a bra!  WOOT WOOT!

Once I've received it, I'll be updating you on my thoughts, if it pokes, if it holds my 40/42DD puppies in place or not and more importantly, if I would recommend it to others.

I remember growing up thinking Playtex bras were for the elderly.  Sounds like they might actually be the "go to" bra now for those of us who have to wear armour to support the girls.

Stay tuned!

Warning...Weak Moment

I really want to call you right now. 
But I won't.
I hate that I want too.
But I do.

I need to fit into the nook for an hour. I need to feel that secure and safe feeling that only that snug cuddle, lightly playing with my hair can provide.

I miss you today. And I really hate that.

WARNING - TMI

My bra is digging into me and making me itchy in all the wrong places!!!! Grrr.
Won't stay in place and keep the girls on lock down!

I probably look like I'm feeling myself up at my desk and not readjusting the puppies to any passersby.

Any idea how uncomfortable this can be? It's making me edgy and a tad bitchy. :(
just sayin

CHAWELS ON DRAGON'S DEN!

http://www.chawel.com/news.htm

My friend Dan created these. They're called Chawels
Check out the site.

There are mobile change towels.  I have a few. The few I've bought for others are greatly loved too.

His pitch for Dragon's Den will be airing September 14th 8pm PST on CBC.
(8:30 PM in NFLD) on CBC Television.


Watch it! See how he does!

Good luck Dan and Chawel Family!

3 more days.... 3 more days....

3 more days til I'm on holidays for a week!
I get to sleep in, be on my own schedule, visit with friends in town to visit me. Although I do have to come in one day, but that's okay. I got the time off when my boss is away, which isn't really allowed. So we compromised. :-)

3 more days. Then I can breathe. And return next week not wound as tight as I am right now.

Come to think of it, Valium would be really nice right now.
Just sayin...

Wound Pretty Damn Tight

I swear to gawd a memo went out in my office instructing people to piss me off with pure stupidity lately.

The showroom behind me has a couple locked rooms. The fire panel room, a computer room and some other room. All locked. All have alarms. The fire panel alarm goes off from time to time. It's one constant high pitched buzzing, all.day.long. The code I have for this panel doesn't work. Never has. And every time I try, I swear I just make it worse. Yet, no one has ever issued me a new code, cos according to them, mine works. It does not.

We have two IT guys and one of them I swear to gawd does this shit to piss me off.
I've emailed them to turn it off as the code I have doesn't work blah blah blah.

Simple right?

 Instead of just fulfilling my request. I'm met with a handful of questions. Did you try it? Do you have access to that room? What code do you have?

*shoots myself in the head*.

My reply was bitchy.
"Doesn't matter what my code is, it clearly doesn't work otherwise I wouldn't be asking you and G to turn it off. We go through this every time. Just turn it off. Thank you.

Never mind Shrek.

Hey G.
On your way out, could you turn it off? Thanks".

I shouldn't be met with a list of questions.
Common sense would be, if I have access and my code doesn't work, pissing me off with stupid questions isn't the way to go. He does this with everything. I need toner for my printer. He replies with, "did you shake it first?" Really? JUST CHANGE IT! I'm not new I know when I've exhausted the last bit of toner/ink out of my printer thanks.

Same with my phone.  I'll email him. Phone crapped out, no dial tone, no lines light up etc. blah blah. blah. He'll reply by email, "I just tried to intercom you, can you pick up your phone?"

I kid you not.

I swear he probably thinks he's funny, but when you're in the middle of pushing out 30 boxes for a courier, you don't need some schmuck questioning if I'm truly in need of new toner or not. 

Why do people need to take the easiest task and make it frustrating?

I hate this person today. Which sucks, cos he's an okay guy, but man does he love to piss me off.  If I'm wound this tight tomorrow or approched with more stupid questions, I might actually cry at work.

End of rant.

And people wonder why I have trust issues with men.....Male Readers: Your input is required.

Men are either stupid or simply do not care about the actions they take, or think about the consequences of their stupidity. Male readers: Please give your input.
Facebook is a wonderful thing to catch people doing stupid things, on a daily basis.

The following men have either asked me out repeatedly, or attempted to have inappropriate conversation with me.

G:
Has been asking me out religiously every week for the last year or so, up til 4 months ago. He fell off the face of the earth. Phew, he finally got the directness of declining his invites to dinner or dinner in and a "movie". I grew up beside him. He's like a little brother that I never see. Ew.  Facebook update today. HE'S MARRIED as of this past weekend.

P:
Lives out of town. We occasionally have casual silly conversations that revolve around sex.  No harm in it, so I thought. He lives out of town.  That is until his facebook status suddenly reads ENGAGED!

Douche Bag:
We haven't chatted in a bit. Mostly cos I avoid his calls now. But shortly after we broke up. (see 3 whole days) he was back together with HRH. And engaged, again.  I suspect they were back together a little before we actually broke up, what I thought was an exclusive relationship for the second time. Joke was on me again, I should have known better from the first time around.  Then he pouts when I move on when he can't weasel his bullshit games on me anymore. "But, but, I miss you". Tell someone who cares.
Sadly, I miss him too at times. But not enough to be blinded by his bullshit. He's HRH very expensive divorce to come.

J:
Would like to think he has an open relationship. I do not agree and refuse to have any part of him. He says, he's allowed to wander, but she's not. Hmmmm. He tries regularly to get me to cave. I laugh endlessly.  Just cos you've convinced your g/f that what you do is okay, I'M NOT OKAY WITH WHAT YOU DO! Although according to him, my opinion means nothing cos it doesn't match his. Oh darn.

MALE READERS! Answer the following please.

*Please explain to me why it is men do this?

*Are they trying to get away with what they can, cos they can?

*Are they afraid they'll miss out on something?

*Are they not getting something from the spouse they share their bed with full time that they get with me?

*Do men not understand or care that what they are doing with me, is cheating? No ring on the finger etc.. blah blah blah.. how about if the tables were turned? No, not allowed? Why not?

*Why do men continue to think I'm stupid of enough or have a lack of self esteem so low I'd be okay with these arrangements?

What am I doing that is attracting this behaviour? Chances are I'm not doing a damn thing. It's them. And my only fault is believing people are honest until they prove me wrong. And you know, they always do. I can read bullshit a mile away and before it happens, but this? It's camouflaged I tell ya. Invisible to my Jedi bullshit skills.

And then men wonder why women are crazy in the head and have trust issues.
Just Sayin...

Cranky Pants.. I think???

I'm cranky this morning.
Not even sure why, coos I was in a perfect mood when I got up. Oh, that's right. I came to work. I'm not thrilled about being here lately. It's Murphy's Law, when my manager goes away on holidays, all shit falls apart.

Instead of freaking out and doing something about the shit that is falling apart. I'm not going to do a damn thing. I'm going to let it all sit. So when she gets back, she can see just exactly what it is that takes place. People get lazy. Inept lazy, and rude...

I simply do not have the brain power or energy to deal with anyone today.
I do.not.care. about anything today.

I think I need to sleep in. I haven't slept in on a day off all month. Oh wait, I'm on holidays next week. :)  Roommate will be back and extremely tired from doing the West Coast Trail for 7 days on Sunday, the same day my first friend from out of town arrives.  And I still have a few hours of shit to do around the apartment. Minor stuff like finding a new home for some bookshelf stuff. But the bookshelf is full (without looking sloppy).

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Got together with my Married w/Children - Marcy Darcy sister yesterday.
It surprisingly went very well. History on this sister. If you're sick, she's dying. If you won a million dollars, she'd find something to one up you, on everything.  She also has a way of turning the conversation back on to her. And not so subtly at times.  So you could imagine how excited I was to spend any amount of time with her. *cough*.

The last few phone calls have been somewhat short, however there were no snide comments about my life being off track, or I wouldn't understand A, B, or C cos I do not own a home or have a husband. (not kidding you with this shit).  Needless to say, I've been slightly suspicious of her and any intentions since it's all running a little too smoothly.  Waiting for the other shoe to drop, if you will.

We agreed to have lunch on the waterfront yesterday.  I had made a bet with myself how long it would take before I threw her into the Fraser River.  That moment never came! Not once!

There was no bitching how put out she was that she had to drive in from Surrey (15 mins over the bridge, she always makes it sound like she's driving to another province, every time.) or how I should have taken the bus two hours too her cos her time is more important than mine, or any me, me, me, me, oh well back to me, me, me etc...

I was in awe of how smoothly conversation and the visit went. I'm fully convinced she's medicated. It was like talking to a completely different person!!

I'm Allergic to Stupidity + Good Deed.

Had a great afternoon with the new roommate. We're going to get along just fine!
He laughed pretty hard at his gifts of towels and tube socks, with the card reading, "You can ruin these ones! Enjoy!"   Had a long lunch together, and although I haven't met the g/f, she already has an issue with me. Great.

I blame that on her age though. She's 22, he's 37. That's okay, once she meets me, she'll love me and laugh at herself as to why she was ever worried in the first place. :)

On my way to work this morning, I decided to stop and get a coffee. A younger guy a few people in front of me looked distraught at his bank card, and had told the cafe owner he would try his card at the ATM outside the door etc. Having seen the panic on his face, I knew he wasn't going to have a good day. When I got up to the counter, I got my coffee and bought his. Walked outside to give it to him. Made his day. I read his face right, he was having issues with his card. :( I've been there. Wished him a good weekend as we got on the train, feeling okay with myself that I was able to put a smile smile on someones face with a simple purchase of a special coffee on a day where he probably really needed it. :)

Enter work.
I work with nice people but really stupid with shitty attitudes sometimes.  I would like to blame their flakiness on their ages, 22-27 but it's really not an excuse cos I know many people in that age range who have families, and their shit together.

As I settle at my desk, its a mess. Total mess. And worse, I notice the weigh bills for our afternoon courier are still on my desk!  This is serious and sets me off a little, cos why would you give the driver only half the weigh bills and not the rest, when they were all in the same friggin pile? Those that were left behind, were held at customs.  I did what I had to do to get them released, but I shouldn't have had too. They know the routine. They know how to do this part of my job.  I sent them a somewhat snarky email.

Morning,
Thank you ladies for covering reception yesterday while I was away.

Moving forward, it would be very friendly if every one returned my desk back to its original state when finishing their day.

Please ensure when doing (enter courier name here) that the driver gets ALL the weigh bills. A few parcels have been held as a result of the driver not having his copies to scan. They were left on the desk. I’ve emailed the copies to the customs export agent directly this morning.  I’m sure it was a slight oversight, although next time, I’ll ask you to do this to have them released.


Thanks again for covering my desk yesterday.

Ears on their floor have advised me that this email wasn't well received. And although she couldn't be sure, she thought she might have heard the following phrases being said... "A simple thank you would have been fine".  "I'm not the janitor".

That is a-okay. I really do not care that they are upset. Cos had the tables been reversed, shit would have been flying from their end.

I will follow through with what I said in the email. Next time, I will either call them downstairs to clean my desk area, or to be more of a bitch, I'll take all the mess upstairs and leave it on their desks with a note, "I'm not the janitor". Okay, in reality, I wouldn't leave the note. Though I will leave the mess on their desks.

The portion of my job they have to cover is idiot proof. So the fact they can so nonchalantly mess it up, completely annoys me.

The weekend holds follow up doctor appointments as this Accutane is kicking my butt now. Some live music, non alcoholic beer, sun, and napping!!!!

What does your weekend entail?

Dinner & Coffee

Had dinner last night with RJM (old curator at my museum).  Good times.
I asked him to bring his g/f, which I learned shortly after we started chatting about how they met etc, that they got married 3 weeks ago!!! 

Conversation was good. Perfect amount of time to be at dinner. No lulls in conversation and his wife is awesome too!

LC and I had been emailing each other last week in regards to updates about her being in the house and how things are going.  She mentions she'll be in town next week (current time today) and if coffee is doable.  She said she'd call me.

It's now Thursday and I haven't heard squat.  The work wife asked if I was okay NOT seeing her. I am. I however, am not cool with being blown off or stood up.  Even with the crap we've been thru in the last year or so, you'd think some simple common courtesy would still be lodged in her mind to send an email or text to say she can't fit me in. No contact is just rude. Why bring it up then? Was it just to see if I was interested, and she had no intentions of meeting up?  Is she up to regular games she's been doing for the last 23 years.  Like I've said in many previous posts, I've never once been at the receiving end of her spazzy mood swings or games. I guess I am now.

Or... I'm actually a little hurt that she didn't follow through? Nah that can't be it.. :-) Even after I sucked it up and put our shit back burner too supported her through the domestic abuse she's recently endured. Maybe old habits die harder than originally thought.

Off to get home and have the new roommate move some of his stuff in today and hang out for a bit.

Minor Venting & 20 yr High School Reunion.

Today, if I didn't breath properly, someone was bitching at me today.
Today was the day for all errors in the past, lack of stock, and all around shitty attitudes to find me today.  Not to mention, being bitched at for other people's accidents. I just happen to be the first person many see when they want to yell at someone.

Know it's a rough day when several people comment, "You're having a pop before noon and a second one?"

I graduated Class of 90' from one high school, and repeated my Gr 12th year at a different high school.  That 20yr reunion is this October. And holy man did the people I went to high school with stay there!!!!

I wouldn't be surprised if the reunion gets cancelled due to a few assholes who deem the city we went to school in a dump and "beneath him" to attend if its held in a shitty restaurant, (one that will accommodate a large group for a small deposit in the city we grew up in, went to high school in) and what HE thinks all of should be able to afford,cos him and his wife didn't "shit out a bunch of money sucking babies".  In the restaurants defence, it was a dump back in the day, but its been renovated to a stylish martini bar type restaurant.

Very long story short, and the facebook wall rants go on and on and on.... and on.....
shouldn't the reunion be about mingling with old high school mates, and not where it's held?  You should see the shit being spewed on the reunion wall. It's crazy.

I posted my two bits, if it keeps up rent out the gym of the high school! I'm sure we could get it for free.

Sadly, due to a few assholes who are ruining it for everyone else, and not to mention my ex who is attending... the "not attending" list, is growing more and more every day, and the "attending, maybe attending" lists are going down.

Thanks assholes. If this venue isn't to your liking, maybe you just shouldn't come.

Delayed posts

Updates are coming!
I've been crazy busy, but there will be at least 2-3 posts for you to read come September. :)

Stay classy my favourite stalkers. xo

My Very Worst Roommate - Posted.

I submitted this entry only a month ago, and it's been posted!

Have a read.

Correction: This happened 7, not 6 years ago.

Done Painting. Forever Random Updates.

I'm done! Woot!

I cancelled my plans to see the Adam Woodall Band play Saturday night at the Harmony Arts Festival in West Van, just so I could get the small turn into a larger project done! Turns out I missed a really great show. :(

I was mad at the way my apartment looked, and the rate I was going as a professional procrastinator, it was going to take all month to get it done. Especially with how thirsty my 2 bedroom doors, 1 bathroom doors, and 4 closet doors were. I used a gallon just on the doors and trim.

3 coats in and I"m not happy with the way things are looking. Back to Rona to get some more paint and to find someone to help me who doesn't obviously hate their job.

I buy a small can of semi gloss white paint from another line after being assisted by a very resourceful girl.  Bought some new brushes and rollers too. Wow. What a difference.

I did 2 two more coats on everything with the new roller, and was completely done the project by mid afternoon Sunday.  Doors back on hinges, hardware all back in place, and some walls washed, paint garbage all thrown out and put away, apartment was vacuumed and floors washed. By 4pm, I was really for my shower. Which funny enough it turned out I was too tired to stand, so I ended up sitting it in.

I must say, the white doors and trim against the yucky beige walls (white originally thought to be off white), doesn't look all that bad.

I do have some touch ups to  do in regards to getting some very minor paint on the carpet and parts of a wall I hadn't intended to paint or was too lazy to tape before I ran a brush over the area.

Otherwise I'd say this was a success.

Now for the bitchy part.
Since the property management refuses to paint my apt in the last 9 yrs and they love to send me bills for repairs which are clearly their responsibility by law... I'm sending them a bill for the painting. 1.5 gallons of paint. $45.00. Tools $35.00, labour - 26 hours. That's right. When you count the hours here and there of taking doors off, tapping, cleaning, painting etc, this is what it comes down too.

Of course I do not expect to see a dime, but I'm sending them a message that I too can bill them for petty things they should have done in the first place without hassle.

If they can try and bill me for the repair guy to install auto-bleeders on my heaters after going without heat for 10 days in -17 weather, then ya, I'm sending them a bill to be a bitch. two way street my friends. They can continue to try and force me out of my 900 sq ft corner unit with views of the river and all the mountains, by making it difficult to be lawful landlords, all they want.  Until I'm ready to move, we're going to continue to have this small ongoing war on our hands.  It's been 9 years, not sure why they think I'll give up. Again, once you've had a shitty landlord in the past, you become a pro at what your rights are, and what the landlords responsibilities are.

Aside from the property management, my apt is a score! The same size apt, with the same view, anywhere else in the lower mainland would cost me the better half of $1500. and up.  I don't pay near that right now.

I'm not a trouble making tenant, I just refuse to be bullied out of my apt so they can gouge the rent up.

For the amount of stuff I've been doing lately, I'm surprised at how much energy I still had. It might have had something to do with the extra strong coffee's I had before hand.

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I got up this morning after some interesting dreams and realized just how much I still have left to do before the roommate moves in. On top of that, how much socializing I have booked. I'm busy 4-5 days of the week (including weekends) and the end of the month, I have a friend from out of town visiting, roommate moving in, and then an Island friend coming for the long weekend.  Wow.

I have 2.5 weeks to get everything 100% done. Cos once the friend arrives, I won't have time to do anything else.  There are going to be some very long days in my future.

I bought the new roommate a box of .35 decibel ear plugs, a 6 pack of beer, a bag of tube socks and some cheap white towels.  Why, you ask? Cos he's asked me if I would be upset if he used my towels when he wanks. hahahah I'm not kidding! He's concerned I'll be mad if he stains my towels. Um ya, I will.

Since he has a sense of humour and I'm a dork, I got him the above items so when he moves in, he'll laugh and we'll start off on a good note.

The earplugs and beer, well that's just something I do for any roommate. I pick them up something small I know they need/want etc. He sleeps with earplugs as do I in the summer with all the doors and windows open, it can get insanely loud. Just the way the noise travels up two blocks from the main road. We're like a vacuum for noise enhancement.  Beer. Well who doesn't like beer?  The cheap towels and tube socks, tongue in cheek humour. :)

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I checked up on LC and her situation after moving back into the house a few weeks ago, since I haven't heard from her. Normally I can feel when she's not well, stressed, just off etc. Since she's moved back into the house with the monster that beat on her, I feel nothing. Not even a heavy pit in my stomach. I don't like that.  I'm giving it a week or two to hear back from her, then I will touch base with those who can see her facebook and see when her last update was. If that doesn't provide the results I'm looking for, I'll take other measures to find out if she's indeed still alive. Calling her family directly.

Maybe things are going smoothly in the house and that's why I'm not feeling anything?

UPDATE:
I got a reply from LC about 30 mins ago. She's okay. She'll also be in town next week. So I put it out there, asking if she would have time for a visit with ME!?

The work wife seems to think she'll make the time, otherwise she wouldn't have told me she'd be in town etc.  This could very well be true.

If she says no, I'm cutting all ties as far as rebuilding our friendship goes.

PAINT IN MY HAIR!

I have paint in my hair.
That is all.

Actually, Ms. Elizabeth Singleton got me on the phone and advised it would come out. YAY! phew.

Oh and btw, she thought I was joking when I said I was painting in my panties. Nope, not joking. My apt is a little warm right now and as "easy" as painting is, you get warm. So painting in my panties it is. No reason to ruin any clothes. ;-)

Off to buy a good brush and paint roller after work. The ones that came in the starter kit, well, even as a novice painter that I am, I can even tell the results will not be as spectacular as I'd like. Yes I rent, but I do not need it looking like a 2yr old painted my stuff. lol

It's 9am, I've been at work since 730am. Is this day over yet?
(noon on Fridays, all year round). And my large vanilla latte/extra shot, is not working.

More painting will ensue today and Sunday, as I hadn't touched what I started since last Saturday. oops. Off to see my favourite local band with friends. Feels like forever since I've seen my N.Van friends and the boys. Chatting with them on facebook isn't quite the same. Must.get.a.car...

What are you up to this weekend?

New Museum. New Position

I applied for a new position at a different museum last week. Much to my pleasant surprise, I got the interview. The position; Digitilazation Assistant, Curatorial Dept.
The museum; The Vancouver Police Museum. 

Unlike the Vancouver Museum, it's not civilly funded. Therefor, they're able to display much more of the quirky side of the cities history. From opium dens in Chinatown, to the building itself the museum is in. It operated as the original morgue til 1980.  There is a room left the way it was when the morgue was in full service. Cool and crazy at the same time.  Displays of historic murders, with the actual murder weapons, and edviance pictures on display. Very cool, in a voyerism way.

The interview went really well. I was prepared as I could be. They had asked repeatedly if I was comfortable working alone. Advising I was, at the very last moment, my gut said to asked if I could see the work space I'd be occupying etc.

Boy, am I glad I did.

I have no problem at all, working alone. However as they took me 3 stories down very narrow stairs with paint from whenever the building was built, peeling off the walls, (horror movie set come to life) we arrive in the basement. Surprisingly well ventilated, and enough light. Though, I started to wonder just how alone I would be working.

I would be isolated. Working 100% alone. There would be no other persons visiting my area, and the fact it was so far away, if anything were to happen, no one would know until they learned the alarm wasn't reset before the nights end.  The building being an old morgue, doesn't bother me. Really, it doesn't. Nor does it bother me that the museum is in the downtown east side. It is solely the isolated working conditions for a minimum 4 hours a week, unpaid.

The curator, archivist and the summer intern who's position I would be filling, interviewed me. All great gals, stylish, and not at all stuffy. Even after working at the NWMA for a year, I still expect people who work in museums to be stuffy, old, and hate their jobs. Twice now I've been proven wrong. Love it.

I have a week to think over the arrangements of the position before I have to give them my answer as to whether or not I'll accept the position. I'm trying to convince myself I could do this, alas, I do not believe I can.

I'll email the curator this week and regretfully inform her I won't be able to take this position at this time etc.  It's unfortunate its not an area or a work load that can be moved to another floor.  The second floor of the building is completely unused due to fire codes etc. If this was set up there, I would take it. At least you can hear people above you then.

I'm a bit sad about it all, as the unique inventory is so vast and exciting. And I won't get to be part of it.

I guess I'll return to the NWMA in November as planned.