Archive for December, 2005

Menthol Cigarettes are for girls!

Well, work was much, MUCH easier last night, thank goodness. Finally we are back to normal there! Tonight should be easy breezy (that’s right, I am working on New Years). I plan on going up to the ER with no real reasoning to check out whether there are any bizarre pre-new year accidents. I haven’t actually seen anything particularly weird up there yet, but people are bound to do stupid stuff every day.
I went out for drinks with Mike, Dusan, and Steve R, which was an absolute delight! These dudes couldn’t be more awesome. There’s nothing like drinking beer with good friends while discussing the uncanny resemblance that the men on Ultimate Fighting Championship have to Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.

Forest of Love and Sin

Worn out, weary, and tired I go through the motions of the day. For two more days I must slog through the day and make it through. I suppose that’s a fairly good picture of how the year has been. Just trying to get through to the next year. My mother has always said that odd years are better than the even ones. I had thought at the beginning of the year that this was going to be better than the last. I hate to admit it, but it wasn’t. This year has really been rough. Drowning in catastrohy with no rescue in sight except for those few days that weren’t as bad as the last. Fate guides us in very bizarre directions.
Losing security, losing sincerity, losing a few pieces of the final puzzle only to be puzzled myself as to how to acquire the missing pieces.
I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m going to do for the next few years of my life and I often find myself running in circles. I’m lost in promises people make to me.

I’ll figure it out eventually, but I think there are some very big decisions to come.

I’m just glad tomorrow is the last day of this year, even though circumstances really don’t change. It’s just nice to find escape in the change of a number on my calendar.

Let’s play: Whose blood is that on the floor?!?!

I am terribly sorry fo rmy blogging absense, but as of late, my workplace has consisted of about 25% of the normal staff. I am currently running on fumes, executing the duties of a 180 pound man. Actually, I am not only doing one guy’s job, I’m doing part of two others! Everyone is all cranky bitch time at work, so this week has been a real pooper so far.

A man in the hospital set his face and hands on fire when he decided to light up a cigarette inside the hospital with an oxygen mask on. BRILLIANT.

I entered one of the mental health wards and saw blood on the floor. It was right by the entrance, so unless someone was dragging a body into the main hall of the hospital, we shall never know why the janitors can’t seem to mop up evidence…

Anyhow, I am terribly tired from work, so I will take a nap and blog when I am feeling more fun!

The Day I Love

It’s time to grease up my elbows for…



That is all.


Last night I went to Zoolights with my boyfriend. Zoolights is held (surprise!) at the zoo. They put up a shitload of lights and make the whole park sparkle. I loved it!

Pretty much the best photo ever taken…

I know these little buggers appeared in a previous adventure-post, but I finally managed to get this fantastic picture uploaded that Steve took!

Bustin’ out some Xmas Cheer

Despite my tired nature currently (I got up at 4am this morning for work!), I am in a really good mood. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s getting to see old friends again, maybe it’s the delicious cheese I ate yesterday…who knows. All I know is, I am in a lovely, sleepy, happy daze.

I did, however, see a man absolutely FREAK OUT in the emergency room today. Part of me thought, well…hospital ERs are notoriously slow and handling patients, so just calm the crap down; another part of me felt sorry for this man and the fact that he had to wait so long to be seen. I’ll never know why he was there, or how long he was really waiting. Maybe he was an ass, or maybe he was at his most human.

My mom and step-dad are leaving on Xmas eve to go spend Xmas with my step-dad’s family. They asked when I’d open my gifts (in a tone denoting a deep concern for my Christmas well-being).

“Uhhh, I dunno, it doesn’t matter really, I’ll get to them eventually.”

When really,

I’m going to bust open the gifts at my first opportunity!

Are You Ready to SOFT RAWK?!

Because I sure was today at work. Today the annual “pizza party” occured. This is the time of year when all the money made from all of us collectively drinking a shitload of Ginger Ale (because, we happen to have easy access to ginger ale) goes to pay for a pizza party. As I sat down to work, a feast of cheese, crackers, meat, cupcakes, cookies, chips, and every snack under the sun was put upon my workspace. I squealed with delight as I ate all the cheese. I freaking love cheese.
The pizza was brought later in the afternoon and my boss graciously ordered me a veggie pizza, of which I only saw 2 slices (out of maybe 7 pizzas strewn with various sprinkles of meat). I sat down to enjoy my pizza when I notice that I am the only person under 35 at this party. I work with a handful of men who are 35-50, and then another handful who are over 60. Two women (one of which I have never seen) came to enjoy some pizza delight. They were also over 35. I just stayed at my desk to avoid giving any of the senior citizens (those 60+ dudes) a heart attack with my sweet dance moves.
One guy (who I had always assumed to be a homosexual) came over after the party and said, “Hey beautiful, may I sit next to you?”
Awwww. It was sweet until I realized that he needed the computer and was just flattering me enough to be able to check his email.

Carnation Instant Bitch for Breakfast

I just got home from meeting my good pal Dusan for coffee. As I was waiting earlier in the evening, I sat down at a table next to two girls about my age. I opened my book and began reading. No sooner was I delighted by my book did I catch a few, faint words out of their conversation.

“Blah blah blah, Steve, blah blah, HMV Chinook, blah blah, so weird!”

No way could they possibly be ranting about MY Steve?!

“Blah blah, yeah he was ENGAGED and I talked to him in November, and then he wasn’t, blah blah.”


I was now eavesdropping on a conversation between two girls talking about what a dick MY boyfriend was. Who are these girls? WTF?

I wanted so badly to turn around and introduce myself as Steve’s girlfriend, and former fiance, but I am not really one to make a scene, so I let them talk on. They eventually got up and left. One of the girls stupidly complained about Steve calling her by her full name: CHRYSTAL GREEN. AHA! I have your name.

So what did I do with this valuable tidbit of information?

I took out a 3 week ad in FFWD (a local newspaper) for free:

To Chrystal Green of MRC: I’d watch your mouth when speaking ill of Steve from Chinook HMV and his relationship with his fiance/girlfriend. She was sitting right behind you in Starbucks and heard the whole thing.

I’m not one to make threats, but I am one to make people feel like stupid douchebags when they act like it. Anyone in my hometown, check your FFWD’s next week!

December 2005
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