A break from work, a time to relax, a time to party and a time to do a few projects around the house. What a fabulous day.
Or not.
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_white_trash_ you know how come your video has not been made yet.
- Mood:
exhausted
- Mood:
accomplished
The male moose mascot of a tiny North Dakota town has a mate, and she's the city's namesake.
Joe the Moose has long been the mascot on the sign leading into Anamoose, in north-central North Dakota. But officials of the town of about 260 decided to give him a mate, Ana, and held a mock wedding Saturday in celebration.
Maury Becker, a resident who acted as minister of the ceremony, told the guests he was joining Joe and Ana "in an estate of continual turmoil" and officially declared them "miserable mates."
The moose couple — Ron Cartwright as Ana and Barb Martin as Joe — cut the wedding cake and handed out what they called moose droppings.
Moose poo
Finally some truth in a wedding ceremony.
- Mood:
amused
- Mood: happy
So this morning I went back to the apartment to finish up the last of it. I took everything including the things on the balcony. And then I got my bike. It was rather interesting. The first thing I noticed was that someone had tried desperately to steal my front tire. So desperately in fact that they had cut through the rubber coating on the lock I had securing the tire to the bike and to an iron railing (I always use 2 locks - one in the front and one in the back). In so doing they bent my front tire spokes. And I guess that since they were unable to steal the tire that they got frustrated. And slashed both of my tires. Now those tires are Kevlar tires. They do NOT puncture easily. They are also in great shape and my inner tubes hold the air in perfectly. And I guarantee you that when I locked the bike up, the tires were perfect. So they must have worked hard to slash both my tires. I was so impressed with their handiwork that I took a pic of the bike once I had it here.
Who do I think did it? My bastard neighbors of course. Why do I think this? I saw them messing with my bike one day and when I went to see it they had disabled my front brake and changed all my gears.
Moral of the story? HAHAHA! You think your pettiness bothers me? All you did was PROVE to me that I made the right decision in buying my house. And it also proves to me what a loser you are and always will be. Hope you like apartment living with your kids FOREVER. May you have neighbors exactly like you for the rest of your life. MWAHAHAHAHA!
- Mood: amused
What's it like to have hypoglycemia? Let's take today as an example.
So you're at work. It's the early afternoon. You're trying to get stuff done even though it's Friday and all you can think about is the weekend and what you need to get done during it. It's strange how hungry you feel - after all, you ate lunch recently. You shrug it off, it'll pass. And half and hour or so later it does. You continue working.
An hour later you're nearing the end of the work day and all seems to be going well. You feel a little weak, but you attribute it to having been sick or to the amount of exercise you've done. You keep on working. You have half an hour left when you start feeling really weak. And then your hands start trembling very slightly. You realize it's the beginning of a hypoglycemic attack. You check the clock and figure you'll make it. You have no choice because you have no food and the cafeteria only sells stuff that has sugar in it which is a huge no no for hypoglycemics. You hope the symptoms will pass. You continue to work, although you begin to get fuzzy brained and have difficulty concentrating. You still have 15 minutes to go. Time seems to be standing still while your shaking worsens. Your hands are now shaking as if trying to get salt out of salt shakers. You start packing up so that you can leave the instant the work day is over. Your body feels like it is curling in upon itself to die. You realize any and all plans you had for the evening/night are now out the window. You think to the closest food you can get to that has protein and unprocessed natural sugars. You plan your route.
The work day ends and you get the hell out of there. You walk as fast as you can in your weak shaking state. Ppl joyously pass you as they stride by wishing you a happy weekend. You try to reply and smile but both of those things are beyond your capabilities at the moment. You try to concentrate on walking in a straight line to your car. Your legs are now shaking uncontrollably along with your hands. You get in the car and drive to the nearest grocery store. You wonder if you're going to make it without passing out. You walk to the store from the parking lot while breathing deeply to try to steady your horrible shaking. Your entire body is now shaking like a leaf in the wind. The worst part are the chest shakings as they make it difficult to breathe. You concentrate as best you can on walking as straight as possible. Your body feels like a curled up empty husk ready for a casket. You get to the store. You realize you can't concentrate both on what food to get and walking straight. You give up on walking straight. You walk into numerous ppl and carts. You try to keep breathing. You hang on to anything to keep from falling down as you walk. The shaking has intensified and you are starting to plan where you want to be when you pass out. You look for a linoleum floor. You walk into more ppl. You get to the registers and you have trouble putting your items on the belt. Everyone stares at you like you're an alien but no one offers to help. You cling to the register counter with all your strength as your legs threaten to give way beneath you. You wait your turn. It is an eternity. Your arms shake like mad as they try to hold you up on your now defective legs. You try to breathe. You try to concentrate on breathing. The cashier looks at you like you have leprosy. She rings you up and you drop your card as you try to pay. She gives you a pen to sign with. You try not to make a scribbled mess out of your signature and you grab your bag and immediately get a banana out and start eating it. You walk into the door and a few carts on the way out. You find the nearest bench and you sit and inhale your banana.
Ten minutes later the shaking starts to lessen. You can breathe again. Your body feels like a curled up husk that just got moistened. You get going to the car and walk into a few ppl on the way. In the car you try to concentrate on driving. Your body has decided it needs to sleep immediately. You fight it. You notice that only your hands and legs are shaking now. That's good. You concentrate on keeping your eyes open as you drive. You almost drive to your old apartment by mistake out of habit. The drive seems to take forever. You make sure to keep breathing and that your eyes are still open. You finally get home. You fall out of the car into the driveway. Thank you legs. You get into the house and eat some protein. You sit down. Only your hands are shaking now, and it's a very slight shaking. Your body is completely exhausted. Your head nods as you sit there. Fifteen minutes later all shaking has stopped. Your body feels like it has run 20 kms (12.4 miles). Your arms are completely leaden. Even typing is a huge effort. You realize you made it without passing out and you congratulate yourself. You actually feel like a human being again. You try to stay awake until at least 8 pm so as to not mess up your sleeping schedule. It is difficult. When you do sleep you will probably sleep 10 hours.
Welcome to hypoglycemia. And no, there's no way to predict when it will attack.
- Mood: exhausted
A man was accused of stabbing his mother with a fork and assaulting a second woman with 10 pounds of frozen chicken.
Prosecutors said McKaney stabbed his mother in the back of the neck with a fork Monday night.
Fork sauce
It must have been a slow news day...this is normal life to me. When I was a kid, at one point my older sister stabbed my younger sister with a fork. My younger sister retaliated by stabbing her with a knife. This was actually relatively normal for us. Heck my older sister threw an entire food processor at my face.
And then ppl wonder why I am so fucked up.
- Mood:
bored
So I am back at work.
First of all, I lost so much weight that my clothes are falling off me. I had to dig for the smallest pair of pants and shirt I could find and even these pants are falling off.
Secondly, just getting ready to come to work was completely exhausting.
Thirdly, there was this card on my desk when I walked in. A get well card you say? Nooooo. It was an apology card from the psycho hose beast for her actions. Cute. Still not going to stop me from filing a grievance against her ass. Nice try.
Fourthly, the psycho hose beast decides she needs to come apologize to me in person. I so didn't want to have to deal with her. So she comes into my office and starts apologizing but in the same breath mentions that she would have done what she did anyway. I'm like umm...if you say you're sorry but that you would do it anyway, how exactly is that an apology? So I have decided that I hate her now. I just kind of ignored everything she said and just sat and nodded as she went on and on. How nice to know she feels like she would do it again. This means I had better start thinking up solutions to it NOW - before she ever tries anything like that ever again.
Life is so much fun.
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worried
- Mood: surprised
- Mood: exhausted
I can't even remember the last time I was this ill. I think maybe back in 1984 the flu I had then was pretty bad. I remember losing 2 weeks and not even seeing them go by. But I think this is worse. When you can't even make it to the end of your driveway, you know you have a major problem. Especially when you were running long distances only a couple of weeks ago. I am so weak it is laughable. Only it makes me sob in frustration instead of laugh. Have I mentioned how much I hate my life?
The positive thing: after this, there's no way I'll weigh more than 80 pounds.
- Mood:
sick
Part deux
Part trois
That made getting the desk from
pphaneuf and azrhey quite an experience as it weighs a ton and a half. You should have seen me struggling with it at the house, talking to myself all the while. I guess it was quite a sight because my neighbor from across the street laughed and came over to help me. What a kind soul. Remind me to make him cookies or bread once I am settled in.My boss just called me. He had a talk with the Microbiology supervisor about the whole incident. First of all, he made sure to enforce in my brain that Health Canada has ZERO TOLERANCE for that kind of behavior. Secondly, he let me know that some major measures are going to be taken against that employee. Thirdly, he added that although they are going to bring down some pretty major measures on her, that I must feel free to file a grievance against her as well. He wants me to document what happened so that he and the Microbiology supervisor can take every possible measure they can against her actions. I revealed to him the fear I was feeling at the idea of going in to work on Monday, and he reassured me that A) she will never again be put in charge when the Microbiology supervisor is gone and B) I will not have to deal with her ever again if I don't want to. Have I mentioned how much I adore my boss? I am so used to having to fight everyone constantly that I forget that he is always 100% behind me. I never want a different boss. Not ever.
Today I will try to move the rest of the delicate things and make it so I am 100% ready for the move tomorrow. All while doing things at a snail's pace due to being so sick. Yay! But soon, no more upstairs neighbors!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!
I took some quick videos of the house I will upload and post as soon as I can.
- Mood: sick
At least, it started that way. I am sick. My sinuses are under pressure and it hurts to turn my eyeballs, but it's not that big a deal. So I went to work. Which was obviously a mistake.
I received 220 flour samples in the early morning. Now most samples I get have some kind of paperwork with them so I can sort out what belongs to what. These samples came with no papers whatsoever, so I had to unwrap each one and try to figure out some kind of order out of the resulting mess. And someone please explain to me why plastic bottles need to be individually placed in a plastic Ziploc bag and then wrapped in tons of bubble wrap. It took forever to get through that mess. Keep in mind that the flour samples are for the Chemistry department.
When I was almost finished with labeling the flour samples, a Microbiology analyst and her supervisor arrived into my lab area. The first thing that happened was that the supervisor told me to stop what I was doing immediately and take care of her water samples that had just arrived. I calmly explained that I was almost finished and that the sample numbers need to follow in order so I would do the water samples in a minute. She started screaming at me to stop right now (I was trying to finish up as we were talking) and she grabbed my sample numbers (stickers) out of my hands and ripped them off the roll. I was kind of in shock and tried to once again get a hold of my sample numbers and she slapped my hand away and kept yelling at me. I realized at that moment that I had to get away from this situation before it got even worse (if that's possible) so I grabbed my sample number rolls through her hand slapping and tried to exit my lab area. Now this woman is maybe a touch taller than me but she's a hell of a lot fatter. So she wedged herself in front of me between my sample registry and her cart and refused to let me out. I was pretty much in panic mode (yay claustrophobia) and so I just shoved as hard as I could and managed to push through between her and the registry. Luckily, the Chemistry supervisor is right next door and heard the entire thing - I ended up in her office just sobbing with anger.
My boss was out of the office. The fat woman's supervisor was out of the office. I had no one I could go to and I was so mad at being treated like shit that I was ready to go postal. The Chemistry supervisor spoke to me for a while and saw that since there was no one that she was probably going to have to step in and do something. I honestly don't know if she did or not.
I called my boss' cell phone and left him a message about it. I tried to finish my work. But for one, I was missing sample numbers. For two, the Microbiology samples that had arrived were gone and I had no paperwork or anything so there is no way to actually prove they have arrived and are in our hands (very bad for ISO certification which we have). And my hands kept shaking and I couldn't focus on anything. So I called my boss' cell phone and left him another message saying I was going home and to call me there.
And so here I am. Still pissed as hell. The list of stuff I am pissed about:
- Lack of respect of my person
- Lack of respect in from the Microbiology department towards the Chemistry department
- This all having taken place in front of an analyst who has already shown lack of respect towards me in the past
- Lack of respect and acceptance of me doing my work the way it is supposed to be done
- The fact that I am missing sample numbers and it's going to screw up the continuation (traceability)
- The fact that they took off with unregistered samples and didn't leave me a thing to work with (traceability and procedure)
I think that pretty much covers it. Someone please shoot me.
- Mood:
infuriated
I am actually quite unhappy about this. Really. I mean it has been the theme since I was born. I mean how can it be hockey night in Canada WITHOUT that??? Heck I sing along with it! BLAH, I am really really really really not pleased. CTV is an asshole for taking it. And CBC is a moron for letting it go.
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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So because of the mini tornado traffic was a total mess and I was late. Not by much but still. Fine, whatever, sign a bunch of papers, give away the certified bank cheque, etc. Ok. That part was fine.
Then I left the notary's office. And my car looked odd. I was surprised at how crooked it looked. So I took a look around it. Flat tire. And I mean FLAT. With a huge screw in it. FABULOUS. Now, for those who don't know, I went and got my winter tires taken off YESTERDAY. Yes, I was slow to do it, but it's not like I have had ALL THIS FREE TIME. So fine. I JUST BARELY had these tires put on and yay I am going to have to buy 2 new tires. FABULOUS. WONDERFUL. MARVELOUS. So I had to empty my entire trunk of all the winter tires to dig out the stupid donut/spare tire thing. Then of course, the bolts were so tight I couldn't budge them so I had to literally stand on the tire iron and jump up and down to get the bolts to loosen. Took me a good half hour to get that all done and repack the tires and all.
Now, if you recall, the bank has LOVINGLY frozen my bank account until my money comes in from their stupid investments. So I have no idea HOW THE HELL I am going to pay for the new tires. Isn't my life OH SO MUCH FUN???? DON'T YOU WISH YOU WERE ME RIGHT THIS FUCKING INSTANT????
In other news: there is still no power at my workplace, as coming off the bridge there were no lights anywhere. It took me a few seconds to figure out why the hell it was so damn dark. I hope I don't have to work tomorrow so that I can actually get some packing done!
- Mood: annoyed
I drove past this gas station sign on the way to work this morning and I guarantee it was in perfect condition. Where is it now???
Oh here it is!
This tree didn't make it
This branch came from a tree a block away
What the storm did on the Champlain bridge: http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette/ne
No more stress, right?
HAH! You obviously don't know my life. No, now the stupid bank doesn't want to give me my money. And they're adamant about it. I have called the guy at the bank repeatedly to try to get them to give me my money. He says it'll take time and that I can't have it right away. What kind of BS is that? It's MY MONEY. GROWL. Anyhow, I got mad at him and told him off pretty well yesterday, and then proceeded to call my notary and tell him that there was a brand new problem. He decided to call the bank himself and deal with it. From what I gather, he made some progress because the guy from the bank called me today to tell me he is going to try to get them to advance me the funds (advance me my own money - talk about ridiculous) and in return have my bank account frozen until my own money gets back into my account. If this isn't the most ridiculous crap I have ever heard, may God turn me into Rupaul on the spot. Before the notary called the bank, they refused to advance me the money. My own money. Can you believe this crap? Screw banks. I think I am going to put my money in my mattress from now on.
In other news: this is COOL and I want one: Camera protection
- Mood: annoyed
I called my real estate agent and told her what was going on. She called the house owner and found out the problem the insurance company was unhappy about has been fixed. I called the insurance broker with that information. So did the insurance company go ahead and insure me?
OF COURSE NOT
That would be way too easy. Nope the insurance company basically doesn't want to have anything to do with that house now. Fabulous. So the notary is calling every few minutes pressuring me to give him proof of coverage for the house. And the insurance broker says she can only get another insurance MAYBE Monday afternoon. I am supposed to be buying this house on Tuesday. This is getting ridiculous. After 4 or 5 calls to the insurance broker and to the notary this morning - well I had a breakdown. I just couldn't take it anymore. I even went to tell my boss I couldn't do it anymore.
He's a nice guy and he was sorry to see me so upset so he gave me his broker's information and told me to call them. So I did. They took all the info and said they would call me back.
My troubles are over?
OF COURSE NOT
No no no. They just called me back to tell me their system is down and they can't do anything. WTFBBQFFFFFFFFFFFFFF??!!! COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE WORSE FUCKING LUCK IF I FUCKING TRIED????!! ASIOHJIOASHOAFNAK;DFHDCGASJLFCBDJG!!!!!!
- Mood:
distressed
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