Ya ever hear those stories about people who live in apartment buildings and share laundry and theres someone that folds other peoples laundry for them mysteriously?
I am that person. But not for the reasons you may think.
In our building it takes like 3-4 hours to do 3 loads of laundry. Which blows if you live on the third floor. I don't want to come down to the basement to find out I have to wait for some knob to take their clothes of the finished dryer. So... being impatient.. I fold said persons laundry so I can use the machine. Purely selfish. Mind you.. if someone had folded my clothes out of the dryer instead of just chucking them into the nearest basket (as it's happened to me before) I might feel greatful. Not the person I did it for. Instead they opened the dryer looking for their towels and found mine and then shut the door but didn't turn the dryer back on. Make that 4.5 hours doing 3 loads of laundry.
ANYWAYs. While I was on one of my many trips in the elevator to and fro the laundry room and realized something.
This is the first time in 8 years that I didn't receive a birthday messege of any sorts from jason. 8 entire years.
I guess that really means its over.
Anyways... things are way more bestest today then yesterday... although I'm missing marcos. or I should say the idea of marcos since technically we haven't really started dating yet... it's really been quite casual meetings.... but still. it would have been nice if he had been here for my little melt down yesterday in the wee hours of the morning. Mind you.. maybe I'm just thinking that because it could have happened.. as before I would have just said it would have been nice to have "someone" or "anyone" instead of Marcos. hmm.
So.. I'm just very excited for him to come home now. T-minus 11 days.
xxoo
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Black and White. The world without colour.
The road to happiness, as I've so recently found out, is always filled with pot holes. You can try and dodge them.. but inadvertantly you end up in another one.. maybe not as shallow as the first and therefore creating a sore bottom.
My road is steadily becoming less and less potholed as I am finding reasons to either fill these pot holes in or just hit them as they come (although admittadly sometimes I just get out of the car and walk very slowly to avoid everything.).
Lately the pot holes are work. Work shouldn't be all life consuming. It should be something you do so that you can make money to do the things you enjoy. There are very few people who go to work every morning thinking "man. there is nothing else in the world i'd rather be doing." I having a feeling I will never be one of those lucky few seeing has I always choose jobs that I really have no experience in but for some reason believe I can do anyways. Back to the pot hole.
The hole that i hit most often and the hardest is the "artist" hole. Its the hole where no matter what your day is like there is always the artist that calls to complain. There is always the artist that calls to tell you your work simply isn't sellable (although they are keeping it anyways.) There is always the artist who calls and insists on speaking to your boss (which in my case does precious little because my boss is virtually blind, deaf & dumb). But there is always that artist.
Today's artist has me considering dumping this job to work for a company that doesn't do artists. Very seriously. I won't get into details.. but lets just say I very very much so hate colour correcting. So much so that I don't want to do it anymore.. therefore making everything black and white from not on. Every photo will be in black and white that is in my apartment.. feel free to add colours in your imagination my friends! Maybe you'll even remember what colour of shirt you were actually wearing (although not much fun in that is there.)
So in short. I'm going to start the job hunt again. I think. Right after marcos gets back. I feel I want to talk this out over a pillow with someone (sadly none of you are available.. so i shall wait for him to come back.) I suppose the challenge will be to fill in the artist pothole without creating new ones like "rotten customers all day long" potholes and "not making enough money to do this shit" potholes. hm.
In other news... I get my couch today. My internet/cable/telephone man appeared yesterday (dressed as a very good looking and intelligent young man) so I have that.. and now I don't work until Friday. We went to hot yoga again Monday.. and I tell ya.. as sore as I felt the day after... I was glad I went.. perhaps I'll go tomorrow too.
anyways.. i must skiddadle as the couch guy just called and said he'd be at my place in 30 minutes... sadly thats not where I am.. so I must get there before him!
shall talk to you all soon!
(ps.. amy i sent mail hoping it would take a week to get to your new place and arrive perhaps onthe first/maybe the second. hopefully its not that speedy from victoria? lol
xxoo
My road is steadily becoming less and less potholed as I am finding reasons to either fill these pot holes in or just hit them as they come (although admittadly sometimes I just get out of the car and walk very slowly to avoid everything.).
Lately the pot holes are work. Work shouldn't be all life consuming. It should be something you do so that you can make money to do the things you enjoy. There are very few people who go to work every morning thinking "man. there is nothing else in the world i'd rather be doing." I having a feeling I will never be one of those lucky few seeing has I always choose jobs that I really have no experience in but for some reason believe I can do anyways. Back to the pot hole.
The hole that i hit most often and the hardest is the "artist" hole. Its the hole where no matter what your day is like there is always the artist that calls to complain. There is always the artist that calls to tell you your work simply isn't sellable (although they are keeping it anyways.) There is always the artist who calls and insists on speaking to your boss (which in my case does precious little because my boss is virtually blind, deaf & dumb). But there is always that artist.
Today's artist has me considering dumping this job to work for a company that doesn't do artists. Very seriously. I won't get into details.. but lets just say I very very much so hate colour correcting. So much so that I don't want to do it anymore.. therefore making everything black and white from not on. Every photo will be in black and white that is in my apartment.. feel free to add colours in your imagination my friends! Maybe you'll even remember what colour of shirt you were actually wearing (although not much fun in that is there.)
So in short. I'm going to start the job hunt again. I think. Right after marcos gets back. I feel I want to talk this out over a pillow with someone (sadly none of you are available.. so i shall wait for him to come back.) I suppose the challenge will be to fill in the artist pothole without creating new ones like "rotten customers all day long" potholes and "not making enough money to do this shit" potholes. hm.
In other news... I get my couch today. My internet/cable/telephone man appeared yesterday (dressed as a very good looking and intelligent young man) so I have that.. and now I don't work until Friday. We went to hot yoga again Monday.. and I tell ya.. as sore as I felt the day after... I was glad I went.. perhaps I'll go tomorrow too.
anyways.. i must skiddadle as the couch guy just called and said he'd be at my place in 30 minutes... sadly thats not where I am.. so I must get there before him!
shall talk to you all soon!
(ps.. amy i sent mail hoping it would take a week to get to your new place and arrive perhaps onthe first/maybe the second. hopefully its not that speedy from victoria? lol
xxoo
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I wish I was in the the Philippines.
Oh good morning Everyone. And should I say I'm sorry again as well. I know.. I know. I really should keep up with this.. after all it is a good source of therapy. But as of right now.. I believe I am on the path to happiness, if not a little excitement. Let me elaborate.
My holidays;
It has been discovered that when you go away for long stretches of time (9-10 months) and then return to your old life, you may have in fact glorified your old life while you were away. Or maybe that's just how I felt.
Returning to Toronto was everything I expected it to be. People change of course, but I think we are all changing for the better, or at least trying too.
Returning to Bracebridge, nothing really changed. It was friggin hot the whole time (which is something that doesn't happen here), my sister was still as self obsessed as ever (mostly involving her relationship with her boyfriend) and everyone in town still can't tell me and lindsay apart. Meh. I never really talked to anyone about town anyways.
My birthday was the usual drama filled occassion I assumed it would be. But it was a good time in general. I'm glad I was home for it.
Wasaga Beach was a fiasco all on it's own. Steveo first had the balls to ask how long I was staying and then proceed to introduce himself to my sister as the guy that I am in love with and will end up marrying. What a joke. Apparently he's moved back to Ontario now, and for some reason assumed I would too. I hope he didn't think I'd move for him. lol.
I have been back for a few weeks now - and it's good to back into the swing of things. Although it seems I am starting a new chapter with a little change. I made the decision to transfer China's. It was just too far to drive to sindey 3-5 times a week, and they couldn't accommodate my work schedule anymore (I don't know who thought I would be able to work 70 hour work weeks without complaining.) I'm supposed to talk to the Sidney store manager today and let him know.. and then find out about talking to the Quadra store manager (the store thats like 3 blocks from my house).
Dragon boating is over, which is sad but I'll be able to have my voice back. I sound like one of those 50's night club singers. Gay thinks it's sexy.. I'm not so sure. There are a few things I will elaborate on about Dragon boating tho;
= I met a guy. He meets all of the criteria. His name is Marcos. He treats me and everyone around him like gold. Into the story?
I met marcos probably 3 months ago.. May 10th to be exact on Melissa's birthday dinner. I thought he was cute and pretty nice.. to be honest I thought he may have been hitting on me.. but I didn't really say anything because it looked like he was hitting on Melissa too... anyways. I decided to join dragon boating. He, as it turns out, is the captain of the team. He is a assistant store manager I think at one of the Fairways in town? Not either of my stores tho. I've steadily flirted with him the last three months.. but he is such a nice guy that he is friendly with everyone so I was never really sure if he was flirting with me. I told melissa a couple of weeks ago that I may have a crush on him.. but she said it's hard to tell if he's flirting back because he's so friendly.
Last weekend was our first race weekend. Marcos and I spent the weekend just talking and watching the races... I dunno.. it seemed really.. cozy? Every once and awhile he'd put an arm around me... and give up his chair so I could sit down.. just little things.. but Melissa said he could be jsut being friendly. He was like that all week.. he even commented my hair one night at practise. It was so random but cute.
THis weekend was the big Vancouver Island Championships. Saturday we spent all day together.. we sat together.. he was constantly touching me.. whether is was just an arm around me.. or just standing really close together. I asked Melissa again as we were walking back to my place to get ready for dinner and the bar and she said "I dunno.. he could just be friendly". At this point I was pretty sure he was interested.
When we arrived at the place for dinner, he showed up shortly after and promptly sat beside me. We weren't in a booth.. but on stools and some how or another our stools turned into a bench and we were sitting so close together that out thighs were touching. It was an great dinner and we were having fun. Melissa and I then went to the bathroom and I asked her again and she still said I dunno. Finally Deb asked me to go out for a smoke with her and she was like "so.. you and marcos eh?" I was just like "I dunno.. melissa says he could be just friendly" and she was like "are you nuts? he is totally into to you.". So when we went back out I sat down and he put his arm around me.. just to test the waters I rested my hand on his leg... and he moved closer to me.
We had a few more drinks and then decided to go down to the club that had opened up in the basement. marcos knew the owners so got us in VIP without paying for cover or anything. He was mint. We dance and laughed and then all of sudden he was wrapped around me and kissed me. I just shivered thinking about it. It was nice. It wasn't a desperate drunken kiss.. it was a nice soft kiss. From then I on.. it was just us and dancing when I realized that we were "that" couple. That couldn't keep our hands off each other and makes everyone else around them awkward. So i just said to him that I didn't want to be that couple and I wanted everyone to have a good time and not feel awkward because of us and he totally got it. Melissa was still peeved about Tristan (the guy she liked) disappearing so she wanted to go home. So.. I went and said good bye to him as he's such a socialite and knew everyone there. It was lovely.. just kissing and saying good bye and kissing. Sadly he was going to the Philippines Sunday morning for a month. Booo.
Anyways. That is my story. And in case anyone is wondering.. it wasn't just a drunken incident because I got a messege this morning from the Philippines wishing he was back here with me. (giant smile on my face).
Anyhoo.. that is my excitement for the moment. I do have more to tell.. but I have to do some work while I'm hear right? boooo
xxoo
My holidays;
It has been discovered that when you go away for long stretches of time (9-10 months) and then return to your old life, you may have in fact glorified your old life while you were away. Or maybe that's just how I felt.
Returning to Toronto was everything I expected it to be. People change of course, but I think we are all changing for the better, or at least trying too.
Returning to Bracebridge, nothing really changed. It was friggin hot the whole time (which is something that doesn't happen here), my sister was still as self obsessed as ever (mostly involving her relationship with her boyfriend) and everyone in town still can't tell me and lindsay apart. Meh. I never really talked to anyone about town anyways.
My birthday was the usual drama filled occassion I assumed it would be. But it was a good time in general. I'm glad I was home for it.
Wasaga Beach was a fiasco all on it's own. Steveo first had the balls to ask how long I was staying and then proceed to introduce himself to my sister as the guy that I am in love with and will end up marrying. What a joke. Apparently he's moved back to Ontario now, and for some reason assumed I would too. I hope he didn't think I'd move for him. lol.
I have been back for a few weeks now - and it's good to back into the swing of things. Although it seems I am starting a new chapter with a little change. I made the decision to transfer China's. It was just too far to drive to sindey 3-5 times a week, and they couldn't accommodate my work schedule anymore (I don't know who thought I would be able to work 70 hour work weeks without complaining.) I'm supposed to talk to the Sidney store manager today and let him know.. and then find out about talking to the Quadra store manager (the store thats like 3 blocks from my house).
Dragon boating is over, which is sad but I'll be able to have my voice back. I sound like one of those 50's night club singers. Gay thinks it's sexy.. I'm not so sure. There are a few things I will elaborate on about Dragon boating tho;
= I met a guy. He meets all of the criteria. His name is Marcos. He treats me and everyone around him like gold. Into the story?
I met marcos probably 3 months ago.. May 10th to be exact on Melissa's birthday dinner. I thought he was cute and pretty nice.. to be honest I thought he may have been hitting on me.. but I didn't really say anything because it looked like he was hitting on Melissa too... anyways. I decided to join dragon boating. He, as it turns out, is the captain of the team. He is a assistant store manager I think at one of the Fairways in town? Not either of my stores tho. I've steadily flirted with him the last three months.. but he is such a nice guy that he is friendly with everyone so I was never really sure if he was flirting with me. I told melissa a couple of weeks ago that I may have a crush on him.. but she said it's hard to tell if he's flirting back because he's so friendly.
Last weekend was our first race weekend. Marcos and I spent the weekend just talking and watching the races... I dunno.. it seemed really.. cozy? Every once and awhile he'd put an arm around me... and give up his chair so I could sit down.. just little things.. but Melissa said he could be jsut being friendly. He was like that all week.. he even commented my hair one night at practise. It was so random but cute.
THis weekend was the big Vancouver Island Championships. Saturday we spent all day together.. we sat together.. he was constantly touching me.. whether is was just an arm around me.. or just standing really close together. I asked Melissa again as we were walking back to my place to get ready for dinner and the bar and she said "I dunno.. he could just be friendly". At this point I was pretty sure he was interested.
When we arrived at the place for dinner, he showed up shortly after and promptly sat beside me. We weren't in a booth.. but on stools and some how or another our stools turned into a bench and we were sitting so close together that out thighs were touching. It was an great dinner and we were having fun. Melissa and I then went to the bathroom and I asked her again and she still said I dunno. Finally Deb asked me to go out for a smoke with her and she was like "so.. you and marcos eh?" I was just like "I dunno.. melissa says he could be just friendly" and she was like "are you nuts? he is totally into to you.". So when we went back out I sat down and he put his arm around me.. just to test the waters I rested my hand on his leg... and he moved closer to me.
We had a few more drinks and then decided to go down to the club that had opened up in the basement. marcos knew the owners so got us in VIP without paying for cover or anything. He was mint. We dance and laughed and then all of sudden he was wrapped around me and kissed me. I just shivered thinking about it. It was nice. It wasn't a desperate drunken kiss.. it was a nice soft kiss. From then I on.. it was just us and dancing when I realized that we were "that" couple. That couldn't keep our hands off each other and makes everyone else around them awkward. So i just said to him that I didn't want to be that couple and I wanted everyone to have a good time and not feel awkward because of us and he totally got it. Melissa was still peeved about Tristan (the guy she liked) disappearing so she wanted to go home. So.. I went and said good bye to him as he's such a socialite and knew everyone there. It was lovely.. just kissing and saying good bye and kissing. Sadly he was going to the Philippines Sunday morning for a month. Booo.
Anyways. That is my story. And in case anyone is wondering.. it wasn't just a drunken incident because I got a messege this morning from the Philippines wishing he was back here with me. (giant smile on my face).
Anyhoo.. that is my excitement for the moment. I do have more to tell.. but I have to do some work while I'm hear right? boooo
xxoo
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)