Posts Tagged 'work'

Totally OMG!

Man, I suck at posting at night!  Apparently all of my best work comes during the day!  Shit!  I must learn my job faster so I can blog!!!

Things at work are nice.  The company is good, and the people are nice.  I guess maybe it’s the nonprofit sector that was making me nuts.  I can actually sit for 8 hours and do 8 hours of REAL WORK and feel good that I put in a full day.  You know, rather than sitting and surfing the internet for 7 our of 8 hours, and then maybe staring at the wall for a half hour, and then putting in a nice, solid half hour of work.

I will miss it, and then again, there are parts I won’t!

After much research on those doggie chews, I have come to notice that the particular ones I am giving the pugs are made of lamb, not bull penis.  This is nice to know because really there’s only one penis that I want to hold, and I think we all know whose that is!  Wait, did I make that clear enough?  It’s Steve’s.  Hi Steve!  I love you!

I am pretty excited tonight because I get to meet Christine and Giggs tomorrow!  Oh boy!  Shit, I’d better charge my camera batteries, I am stoked to see them in person because they live kind of sort of not TOO too far away, and Giggs is a pretty handsome dude.  Hopefully neither of my pugs hump him.



Can I get a what what?

Woo, I worked my first day at the new job, and it was LOVELY.

They had doughnuts.

And a jar of bubblegum.

And coffee!

So far, so good!

Sadly, I doubt I will be able to blog from work because it’s a big, open space!  DANGIT!  NO BLOGGING FROM WORK?!  COULD THIS BE?!?!?!

I still have the taste of high school in my mouth…or maybe that’s just hatred

This will be the first Saturday I’ve worked since the hospital, and also the last!  Hurrah!  Yesterday was the last time I’d have to spend an hour in rush hour traffic, which hi?  is longer than an hour. 

I’ve never walked to work a day in my life.  Except when I worked on farms picking cherries…but even then I got driven to the farms…hmmm.  Yeah, that’s right, I was a cherry picker!

I was at a mall in West Vancouver yesterday after work, and I finally saw where all of the teenagers in North and West Vancouver are.  They are at the mall.  That’s where I was until I was 18, too!  I thought about it though, and I really haven’t seen many teenagers, or young kids for that matter, since we’ve moved.  Gone are the irritating walks through 20 girls all with linked arms giggling about boys and how they totally flunked that last bio exam!  I don’t know where they all are in Vancouver, but I’m sure they’re out there…just waiting to pounce on teenage boys.  I remember being that age and having everyone be all mad at us for being loud and walking in large packs, but when you get older, somehow you just suddenly find that behavior SO ANNOYING.  We all did that sort of thing though, so how does it turn into something completely irritating?  I guess it’s because you sort of get pushed around by adults when you’re a teenager, so then when you BECOME an adult, you think, pfft, no one is going to push their way by ME, and in turn, you push by a pack of teenagers and the whole thing starts all over again for a new generation.

Also?  Have I told you that pretty much only one person is talking to me at the job I am leaving?  Thank GOODNESS it’s my last day.  I have seriously never been treated worse when quitting.  No one’s talking to me, and apparently one of the three people left actually asked the person who IS talking to me, “should we be mad at her?”  What is this?!  High school?!  Why would you ask someone if you should be mad?  Furthermore, though I am not religious myself, this is a Christian orgaization, so shouldn’t people be a little more forgiving?  Everyone else that has left recently has gotten a going away gift.  I imagine I will not get one because I am thought of as a selfish prick for leaving, even though had I gotten the animal shelter job, I would have likely quit three weeks ago, thus I would have been gone before the other girl who quit.  She got hugs, she got a goodbye party, and we got her a $50 going away gift.  I get ignored. 

How fucking glad am I that I am leaving?  Very glad.

Oh the pain of it all

I have indigestion.  Oh Lord, I have indigestion.


 I can’t even relay the bathroom experience I just had because it is THAT gruesome.  It’s like I ate a burger off the street!

In other news, it’s my second last day of work!  Yahoo!  Next I will have a few days off to recover from the old job and then start the new one!  Yay!  I am pretty excited about this new job, and I even bought a book on how to work more effectively and efficiently to help me get organized.

That’s one thing you’ll notice about my workspace.  There is paper everywhere.  I can’t seem to file my own projects well, but with everything else, I have a place, and it gets filed.  Why only my stuff?  I do this at home, too!  I put Steve’s stuff away, but my stuff is sort of all over the place.  I daily find myself cleaning up all the stuff I have scattered all over the apartment.  I even gave myself a hook for my keys, and do you think I manage to put them on the hook?  No way! 

I also have a nice working pile of post it notes everywhere.  I don’t think its really the best way to be organized, but it reminds me to do things that I might otherwise forget.  I think…

 Oh yes, and I talked to the doggy helper people and they actually charge a pretty reasonable price to come visit you, your dog, help you devise a plan, and then work out the problems the dog has.  I’d like to hopefully get that going in the next two weeks, and maybe I’ll try sliding Winston’s barking problem in there too so I don’t have to pay double…hmmmm…

Westminster Dog Show History and other ramblings…

Uno you crazy fucking beagle, you did it!  A Beagle, for the first time in Westminster history won Best in Show.  Of course, I was rooting for the pug, but apparently a pug won some other Purina show, which I thought was just cat food, but you tell me…

Uno celebrated his win of Westminster by chewing on the microphones of reporters who tried to interview his winning crew. Those had to suffice for the yellow, soft duck that’s his favorite toy.  I love it.


I went for another job interview yesterday.  It went well.  I don’t even want to jinx it by saying anything.  Eeeek!  I should find out this week or early next though.



Winston has taken up barking at ANYTHING throughout the evening.  Like, at 3am when someone drops a pan somewhere in the building.  Zelda is getting in on it too now.  I may have to punch them. 



After slowly coming down to the lowest dose of Effexor, I can’t sleep, I wake up easily, I startle easily, I am more moody, I get overwhelmed really easily, and I can’t shut my mind off.  I feel like I am moving backwards.  I need to make another doctor’s appointment and get some new medication.  Agh!


My shoes are infused with the smell of bubblegum.  Does it get any better than bubblegum shoes?!

The future is not what it used to be

Let the madness begin, folks, I am now working Tuesday through Saturday, or Caturday for all you lolcats.  I figure by doing this, at least there’s a weekday that I can really get to an interview easily.  I have one today, and then on on Thursday.  I’m sure they’ll think I am on my deathbed if I use another doctor’s appointment.  It’s really difficult finding new work when you are still employed.  I mean, I don’t want to be unemployed, but I know I am not the first person to do this.  I wonder if they’re onto me?  I still haven’t signed the employment agreement, nor has anyone really made mention of it.  I figure there might be some pressure by Friday, but I am hoping to *maybe slash VERY MUCH HOPING* to have a new job by then, so it won’t even matter. 

It’s dreadfully quiet here.  It’s like a tomb.  There’s only 4 of us left.  Abandon ship!!!

In other, more exciting news, I got to take photos for a story Steve did on the Vancouver Scientology protest by Anonymous, which was one of several around the world:

It was a pretty tame occassion, with some minor chanting of, “Cult!  Cult!  Cult!” and some delighted cheers as drivers honked when they passed.

Sadly, no one was Rick Rolled here in Canada, which I think would have really gotten the party started.  Perhaps you’d like to be Rick Rolled right now.

I can see clearly now

Damn, no posting yesterday at all, what’s that about, eh?  I was helping a co-worker write three grant proposals all day…doesn’t that sound thrilling???  It’s like taking a bite straight out of the action! 

I don’t know when I’m going to hear about this animal shelter job, so that’s kind of the poops.  I figure by next Friday I ought to know.  There’s another job that interviewed me that has absolutely nothing to do with nonprofit, but I think it might be a line of work I want to go into eventually, so I am pretty stoked on that.  They need someone to start on the 15th, to which I promptly said, “Well, I can start for you as soon as you would need me!”  I hope only losers apply otherwise to that one, then I’ll have a cool job and be able to WALK TO WORK.  Somewhere David Suzuki is crying tears of joy.  I assume since they need someone ASAP that I’ll at least hear about that by next week.  Otherwise I might just stand outside of their office with cupcakes begging for a job.

In nerdy news, I have an eye exam today, which means new perscription, which means I can get glasses again!  I’ve been wearing contacs for a year or two, and though they’re good, I find sometimes I just want to wear a pair of glasses.  Plus, as far as my experience go, though it’s completely stupid, people actually treat me like I am smarter when I am wearing them.  I’ve asked around, and other people get this too.  Isn’t that ridiculous?  Yes, because I put on some glasses, suddenly my IQ went to 160, but when I don’t wear them I am at 110 to people.  I’ve met plenty of morons with glasses, too, so we all know that wearing glasses doesn’t make you smarter.  Actually, I think the frame of the glasses might have something to do with it, too.  You know those dudes that wear glasses that look like they popped the lenses out of some extreme sport sunglasses?  Those don’t really make you look smarter.  Actually, I think that makes dudes look dumber, as if they popped the lenses out themselves and then decided to wear them like that.

Anyhow, it’s a real pain in the ass not being able to see quite as well as you should.  The eye doctor is an adventure anyway, right?  Like that machine that blows air in your eye.  What purpose does that serve?  I’m pretty sure anyone in their right mind would move away from a blast of air being shot at their eye.  Is that even the correct reaction?  I’m not even sure what that test does!  And what’s with the extremely fast flicking to test which lens you see the most clearly out of?  THISORTHIS!  THISORTHIS?  THISORTHIS?  Aaaaaaah!  I didn’t see a fucking thing!  I don’t know!  Does that mean I am going blind??!!?

And also?  The eye doctor I am going to have made glasses for Uma Thurman and Sylvester Stallone!  They actually have a celeb. wall all along the top of the glasses.  WAS JOHNNY DEPP HERE?!  I NEED TO KNOW!  DID HE SIT IN THIS CHAIR?!  CAN I RUB MY BUTT IN IT A LITTLE?!  Ahhh, big city living.

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