Snow as an aphrodesiac???

Please explain to me this:

Why is it when it snows, I suddenly crave red wine and sultry music?

.......GO!

Updates....Jobs, Unemployment, Accutane, Roommate.

I feel like I haven't written in sometime. Although I am reading all of you. :)

Just some general updates for you.

Jobs:
There haven't been many offers since I quit the last job. Which I've also learned from staff there, that they're having a hard time filling the position. Two people have been hired and walked out since I was there. Even talk of calling me and asking me to come back. Not a chance! There isn't enough money in the world they could pay me to go back there.

I'm signed on now with 5 agencies. The interviews are slowing down. And CL is a joke. I only have one severance cheque left, and then I'm living off the buyout and savings. I might actually have to apply for EI. :( not happy.  The roommate says to take a shitty job until something better comes along. Fair enough, but the offers still have to be there, and they're not.

Roommate:
We're getting along for the moment. It's been a few weeks. He's being the guy that he first was when he moved in. I like that guy. Who knows what tweaked him to start being nicer, but I'll take it.

Accutane:
I've been off the Accutane for a month now. Within a week of being off, I started to notice that I did not have to lube my lips and inner nose nearly as much. How quickly the aches and pains are dissipating. Not nearly as tired as I use to be. Hair, well, it's still thin, but I do believe it's growing back.

I did have a minor break out a week before my pill was taken, and then another after that. Since then, my face is looking good. It's not unusual for people to have to do a second cycle of it. I might be one of those people. However, I do have to wait 7-12 months before starting again. Really just have to give my body a break.

Was it worth it? I think so. Knowing ahead of time how it would treat my body was key in its success. I'll update the Accutane entries for others, so they have all the links in one sitting. I just haven't felt like writing lately.

Hmmm, what else?
I threw my back out this past Friday. I was moisturizing my legs on the side of the tub, leaned forward and everything started to seize up. By midnight I could no longer lift my legs. The pain was too much. I had to take a cab to the hospital. :( Not bad really, round trip was only 2 hours.

While I was there, after xrays etc, the nurses administer two shots in my ass.
1. morphine. 2. an anti-inflammatory. Anti-inflammatory and I do not get along, but nothing I can't handle. However, codeine... hates me.

I had a horrible reaction to the morphine and percocets they had me take. Scary to see people running around you when you start reacting. Then stupid me, took a percocet before my hair apt on Saturday so I could get thru the apt, and had another very adverse reaction to it. Yup, probably allergic to codeine. My hairdresser and her staff were amazing. Made sure I was comfortable etc. I wasn't leaving, I waited two months for that apt, I wasn't giving it up unless I absolutely had too!!

I have new medication for my back. I'm not a fan of taking medication in general, but what a difference! I have a muscle relaxer for bedtime. An anti-inflamatory with special coating for my stomach and a pain killer. That's a lot of drugs. Add physio and I'm walking again as of Tuesday! Woot woot!

Thankfully I meet with my new family doctor next week and getting an allergy test will be first priority.

So Glad I Quit.

Received my pay cheque from the job I recently quit. And man, am I glad I did.
They did not pay me what we agreed upon. The girl I was to replace, did payroll while I was there at the correct amount. After the events took place, the boss voided that cheque and wrote a new one. One for much, much less than what they were originally offering me, and clearly not what we agreed upon.

Needless to say, I'm on the phone with labour relations to find out about filing a claim for the lost wages they stole from me. If anything, she'll learn that I'm serious about this and she can't treat people they way she did.  Plus, it will be a mark on their name.

I didn't get it in writing, but they will have to provide proof of all cheques the company has written and then explain why that change was made.

Even my application salary expectations were higher, and the lower of the range was circled with a check mark. So to pay me 8 dollars less than that.... not cool.

If nothing comes of this, at least they'll know this is serious. Karma will find you.

I am a horrible, horrible person.

I forgot my Dad's anniversary.

With all the stress of quitting what would have been a great job, being unemployed, and milestone B-day's, I've been so self absorbed with my own bullshit, I forgot the anniversary of my Dad's passing.

I'm a horrible, horrible person. 

Not once in 8 years have I forgotten. It's not like it's the only day I think about him, I think of him very often. How, HOW could I forget such a day?

I have to go drown my sorrows now, or jump off a bridge or something.

Don't forget to hug and tell someone you love them today, everyday.

xo

I Love, Love.

Valentines Day has always been a thorn in my side. Even when I was young. I always thought it to be ridiculous that a day on the calendar says you must express your love for whomever that day.

Some might say it’s not that different from Christmas. It’s a day in the year that says you have to do this. But that’s a blog for another day.

I love, love. I love everything that has to do with it. I long to be a wife, just so I can have a balance of give and take. I love having special inside stories and jokes, and the little things that make love great. Of course I do not have to be married to have any of that, although an exclusive relationship will do just fine.

It’s the heating a towel in the dryer and hugging me when I get out of the bath when I’m sick. It’s sitting in the bathroom with me rubbing my lower back when the IBS/Crohns episodes come. Love is playing with my hair, and touching my leg or arm when we’re watching TV, but not wrapped up like pretzels. The unspoken communication.

Of course this is a two way street. I’ve bought porn and hired a stripper for a b/f’s 25th B-Day. Invited all the guys from his hockey team and took the hockey g/f’s out for drinks and dinner, so they would never be any the wiser while the boys enjoyed a guys night. Hosted by yours truly, the best girlfriend ever!

However, when it comes to celebrating Valentines Day, well, I just rather not. I’m not one for big gestures. Take me for beer and wings, and I’m a happy camper. However if you want to do something a little bigger, do it on a different day. A “just because”. Those I’m a huge fan of. As much of a hopeless romantic I am, I’m not overly romantic. Well not the forced kind anyway. Most guys get off easy while dating me. I’m not a huge fan of PDA’s.  But in private, I’m the biggest cuddle slut there ever was. That of course, is how I like things when I’m part of a couple.

Single-hood and Valentines Day. Surprisingly I’m not all that bitter about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m bitter, just not about being single and VD. Lol no not the venereal disease. You wienies. I’m happy for others when they find all that and more.

What I don’t care for, are those in-your-face-sappy people that I just want to kick, when they thrust upon me their unsolicited input. “Don’t worry, you’ll find the right man to treat you this way." Great. Yes I want a man, but I don’t want all the sap. No poems, gifts, over sappy compliments.

I’m Okie dokie with not being overly affectionate with my spouse spilling all over each other in public like I’m trying to prove something. If it works for you, great, but keep it to yourself. I don’t like feeling like a third wheel or uncomfortable on a bus while you two make out.. just sayin.

What I do hate about V-Day is the hype. All the hallmark stuff that the media seems to want to instill into our brains that us women [as a target] are less of a being if we do not have someone to shower us with things! Grrrrrr.

How do men get off the hook so easy? Why are they not targets? Why do women not have to do any big ta-da’s for men? Maybe we do, like wearing something slutt-ish in the bedroom, spicing it up for our men. Wait, isn’t that a just a random Tuesday night when you great him at the door, beer in hand, in your French maid outfit? Meh, maybe that’s just me. ;-)

I find some of the most romantic things between two people, just happen. It’s not forced.

You could be running errands together and get into a food fight in the farmers market at Granville Island, and promptly get kicked out. Drinking beer from the microbrewery and decide to take the water taxi’s everywhere, just because you can. Get into a leaf fight after rolling down some semi-wet hill on the seawall like little kids.

Random is romantic.

Being single, again for this time of year, isn’t that bad. I’ll get together with girl/boy friends and hit the bar. See some live music, enjoy their company and smile at those who are in glorious bliss having a special someone in their lives, as I watch in my own blissfulness with those who are special to me.

I will continue to never let anyone feel less special or loved cos they do not have a spouse as per the evil media would suggest. And with that, one day, someone will naturally fit into my life.

I love love.

Neurotic Much?

I am a complete and utter neurotic spazz the last couple days.

I'm bored, lonely, anxious, emotional, angry, sad, hyper, and entirely too lazy to do a damn thing about any of it.

I hate being stressed.

The old work wife asked a good question about me quitting my job after only 4 days. Will it effect me getting EI if I end up having to apply for it. I don't think so, but who knows.

I woke up tired, after getting a decent sleep. Took a nap, and for the 3rd day in a row, the fucking roommate came home 3-4 hours early.

Good thing I hadn't planned on having any sex while I "thought" he'd be at work. Fucker.  Although he did tell me to get ploughed this weekend, as he's having someone over next week. Scowled at him, to go to her house! There is no reason to have any girls (that are not his gf) over here.  If I had a car, I'd defiantly go to the guys house. He should pay me the same courtesy he requests from me - as he threw a huge hissy fit a month ago, when he came home a few hours early and I had someone here. Or any time I mention I might have someone over, he gets bent and stops talking to me. So ya, he can go to their house.

I'm seriously starting to freak out about not finding a job. I've been looking since November, applied to over 200 jobs, temped a little, and been on bullshit interviews where the positions were already filled. 

About to lose my shit. I'll be speaking with an employment lawyer next week about the events that took place Tuesday. Cos had that not happened, I'd still be there. Now, it's costing me money. Hopefully (though doubtful) that bitch realizes she can not treat people that way if she doesn't wants them to walk out on the job.  Blows my mind (so the grapevine says) that she's still insisting I owe her an apology. Her!!! 

A new ad on CL appeared, so I wrote a blurb in response to it, warning people about her. The job=great. The boss = eats a special kind of crazy. That's the gist of of it anyways.

Freaking out people. Freaking.Out.

......AND I'M UNEMPLOYED

OMG WHERE TO BEGIN!
Thank gawd for my severance package. Even without it, I would have quit today!

3 beers in and my mind still can't wrap my head around what happened today.

First of all, special Thanks to Single & Picky and anyone else I called in the last 6 hours with the events unravelling today.

This entry will be full of 'like ya know" type talk cos, I can't imagine writing this and not still being in the heat-of-the-moment shock.

Okay, starting from the beginning would probably be best:

Last week I was offered a job on a trial basis.
Two days in(Friday), I was offered the job.
Monday, I officially accepted the position.

I was excited for this job. I like the people. It had a good vibe. It was close to home. I even excused the gut feeling I was having to S&P as nerves due to a new job etc.
I negotiated my wages and they accepted. I accepted.

Enter today. Tuesday.
About noon, the girl I'm replacing doubled over in pain. Spiking a low fever, and shaking and trying to down play how much pain she is in. She received a new insulin pump yesterday - thinking that might have something to do with how she feels etc. Though she said it was different and something was wrong. With her description, those of us that have had our appendix out, thought the worse. Add her being Type 1, this could turn bad quickly.

The boss asked if anyone could drive standard. I spoke up etc. I was instructed to drive this girl (daughter in law) to the hospital and to stay with her. I agreed.

An hour after getting her admitted, the nurses page me. ME.  We approach the nurses triage area. Them looking pissed! Asking if I was Just Saying. I am. It was the boss.
SCREAMING AT ME! To get my ass back to the office immediately. This was not the deal we had, and to get back NOW! I looked at the poor girl in shock, said nothing in response and handed the phone back to the triage nurses apologizing profusely.

At this point I'm boiling with rage. I inform my co-worker that today would be my last day after explaining what just took place on the phone. In as much shock as I was in, she divulged she didn't care. Our boss had just fucked up a good thing. I'm a quick study, and got the job and was doing pretty much on my own at this point. 

Once my co-worker was admitted, I went outside to return the calls I had missed from the boss. Thinking (see what happens when I think) that maybe she had wrapped her head around the situation at hand. Nope.  She torn into me without me saying a word other than my name and Hello.  I did not get one word in edgewise, other than talking over her to inform her I was not leaving this girl alone in emerge until someone came to relieve me, and hung up.

Fast forward a few hours. The police have arrived. The boss reported my co workers car stolen!!! Stolen. That's right, I put the owner of the car in the vehicle and drove her to the hospital, then waited.  That was cleared up. Seriously? You think I'm returning to the office after you tried to have me arrested????

It's not a complete afternoon if the police are not approaching you in the emergency room. Geez.

Her fiance arrives (the bosses son) and extremely rude to me. I text my coworker he's there and leave him with her key, the stall # and he needs to top her up. BTW. This Hospital is $18 for 4 hours. Find parking underground or on the street if you're able.

By the time I get home, both the sons, and my other co worker have all either texted or left voicemail, apologizing and asking to stay in touch. I was only there 4 days!!!! Her fiance apologized via voicemail for the way he treated me. I do not hold him accountable, cos at the point of his arrival he only had on side of the story. His Mum's.

Looooooooong story short.  My co worker.... both her ovaries have ruptured. She'll be having surgery about midnight tonight.  We've been chatted via text.  She's 25. And her chances of having children, after a 5cm cyst ruptured, and took her one ovary with it. (the other was misdiagnosed as a bladder infection last week) have decreased immensely. :(

Poor girl. Like I was going to leave her alone in emerge. Ever.

Upon arriving home, I checked all my voicemail. I've been fired! Dude, I fucking quit 5 hours ago. And payroll was done yesterday. :)

......And was your Tuesday?

AND.......

.....I'm employed!

I found this position on my own, not thru any of the 4 fucking agencies I'm using, who could only find me temp work.

I was asked to do a trial with this employer Thursday/Friday. And if we both felt we were a good fit, they'd make an offer. When I went into the interview, I was hired within minutes!Which is kind of nice. I'll get back to that in a minute.

They advised me the trail would be at a very small wage. So small, I'd make more on EI.  Yup. The position would be at a few dollars more if hired permanently.

Went home, thought about it. Crunched the numbers, and freaked out completely on Elizabeth Singleton. What the hell was I thinking agreeing to those wages when I wouldn't take them from any of the agencies I was using. I couldn't pay my rent without a roommate, and I always calculate my finances without one. Blurred mind due to be frustrated about temping etc.

Half way thru my first day,  we're just running thru the work load, my head spinning, I realize their wages are very unreasonable for the amount of experience required to do this work load. I did have a little leverage as this girl is leaving next Friday, and were advising people on the phone the position was already filled. I haven't even accepted the position yet.  Finally getting a chance to talk to the owner/boss explaining my concerns etc. End result being that if they couldn't meet my wages, I couldn't work for them.

End of the day, they agreed, and I accepted.

It's different. It's a small family owned business, so things are little unprofessional as far as how things are managed. But the vibe is good.

After I receive my first official pay stub with my wages on it, will determine if I stay or not. They can say they'll pay me whatever, though until it's in my account at that amount... I'm not committed to the position.

*My pay schedule is every second Friday, which just blows my mind.  :(
I'll have to adjust how I've managed my finances, my.whole.life.
*I'll be hourly, not salary?
*Benefits start after 3 months not 6, :), but have to pay a portion myself. :(
*No direct claims, have to pay out of pocket first. :(
*Have to rotate statutory holiday with my coworker to accept deliveries to the plant. Booo but it = double time. :).
*It's close to home. 30 mins each way. Not an hour. :)
*All lunches from the Deli and cheese purchases are free. :) Home made Italian everything.
*Dress code is casual.

I get along well with the girl who's position I'll be over seeing. Apparently she's difficult. Even the plant workers have walked by mentioning I"ll fit in if K likes me already. That's a plus. 

I'm excited to have a work load without the micro managing.  My work is my responsibility, and aside from my co worker and the accountant(off site), no one else is actually going to supervise my work.  I learned a few accounting software programs yesterday. Ones, my old boss felt would be too difficult to show me. Thanks D. The longer I'm away from my old position the happier I'm finding myself.  It was draining to beg for a work load, only to have every aspect of it micro-managed to death.

On a scale of 1 -10, understanding the job, and doing it, I'm told is sitting at a 7-8 on my second day. I thought it was lower, but they know the job better than I do at the moment.

The roommate and I have had a great week and a bit. Not sure what changed or if I need to still be on guard a little. But whatever is going on in his head that is allowing peace to exist in our house, I'm cool with it. I'm sure the other shoe will drop sooner or later.

Went for Lebanese food @ Nuba in Vancouver last night with Single & Picky. Good food, good company. A little expensive for what you get, but the food was divine.  Never thought to use a rosewater/wine reduction in/on anything. It was bloody addictive.  I'm sure we'll be back together and with other people. I would definitely suggest it as a place for a date.  The staff are genuinely friendly, and although you're not rushed, the food comes out at a good pace.