The new bug on the block.

I have had a letter that I've been meaning to post for 6 months now. It's in the sealed envelope, just waiting to be dropped off to the fine people at Canada Post. I mailed that letter today.

At the post office I was served by the lady with 1980s big hair and a Christmas sweater on. She informed me that Canada Post is currently taking donations for Mental Health and asked if I would make a donation. "Karma will kick me in the butt if I don't as I'm a counsellor in training," I replied. Her face lit up like the Christmas Tree which adorned her sweater. "OH! I should give you my son's number. He needs some therapy and you are really cute. You'd make a fine match."

I politely declined and walked away. When I got home I accidently cooked a moth in my scented oil burner.

Not sure what all that means.

It MUST be a Friday

Things that happened today:

1. I woke up to an email from a guy I had a crush on for years but was always to chicken shit to do anything about. I didn't realize he even knew my name.

2. There was a LOT of western African drumming happening at school. (Please remember I live in Northern Alberta!)

3. Mitch called. He told me that Phil and his girlfriend are no longer together and apparently there never was a real baby. I'm think she made it up or something. I really should make assumptions because I don't know.

4. I went to the strangest little hick-town in the world to get tires put on my car. The mechanic wouldn't speak to me, only grunted and pointed.

I'm going to sleep now. I'll wake up only when absolutely necessary.

Gypsy addiction

Confession: I'm very seriously considering quitting my job.

Addict

Confession: I'm a Facebook addict.

I blame my addiction to the social site on the fact that I refuse to own a decent television and that I live alone. Doesn't bode well for my social life, but I'm generally pretty productive work-wise.

I woke up this morning and my random victim of whiskey kisses had added me as a friend. When did people stop giving out phone number and just wait to see if you get added as a friend instead?? I honestly didn't think I'd ever see him again so I suppose this isn't entirely awful. He's cute so what's the harm.

I also found ladybugs in my condo this morning....just sayin'.

Whiskey kisses

I know better and yet, I repeat the same behaviour. I suppose it's because whiskey makes you say fuck it a lot more than water does.

Confession: I made out with a complete stranger Friday night.

The night began with drinks and eats at Boston Pizza. It's apparently the hot spot to go on a Friday evening after work. It was a co-workers husband's birthday. (Don't you just love when a story starts like that?) Anyway, long story short, there was a significant amount of straight Irish whiskey consumed throughout the course of the evening. I went to a bar and was once again patted down by a security guard. We danced like cliche stupid drunken women to bad 90s music while one of the girls keep pointing at me and yelling "This is my boss!" to every man who walked by. I met a very cute guy. He followed us home. We made out on the couch. I crept out early in the morning before anyone woke up. End of story.

Made me miss my girls from A-Team HQ so badly.

If I could touch one lonely soul.

That's all I ever really wanted.

Confession: Love this gal.

Back to the breaking point

Confession: I'm fucking exhausted.

There is no nice way to put that comment. I'm done.

I'm a 26 year old VP, which apparently means that the staff occassionally will try to take the mick. I have to be the bad guy and deal with all the crap because people feel that I don't know any better. I'm sick and tired of people trying to take advantage because I'm young. I am a goddamn professional. I got this job through a lot of very hard work and stubborness. Enough!

This week I had to change my phone number because of a crazy ex-boyfriend. Apparently, he thinks that he is love with me and thus feels entitled to making my life miserable. He shows up at the houses of my friends and family. He lurks outside my condo. He calls me from a zillion different phone numbers (which oddly, if you Canada411 them, are all registered to him), AND thinks that sending me a letter to tell me that he isn't sure if he deserves to live will make me want him back.

I get a MSN message from G today to tell me that he hopes I have a lovely Thanksgiving. Sweet eh? Until he goes on to tell me in detail about his adventure cooking a turkey dinner for his fabulous girlfriend.

AND ANOTHER THING...group work via distance education SUCKS!

Just sayin'.

God Damn Beetles!

Confession: I am a magnet for unavailable men.

Tom isn't quite as single as he led me to believe.

Ladybugs

Today was another in a series of perfect Autumn days. The Autumn in Alberta would make you forget about the devastating rains of summer or the bitter cold of winter. It seems like the sun will never stop shining.

Today, I got bundled up and went for a walk in my favourite park. The park is surrounded by trees of brillant golds and red. A water fountain in the middle of the pond creates a permanent rainbow. The crisp air in your lungs renews your sense of being alive. The park always makes me feel better.

Today, I met Tom. Tom was walking his Husky through the park when she decided to sing to me. I was standing in the gazebo and didn't hear anyone approach behind me. I didn't hear anything until a dog directly behind me started to howl. It was endearing to see how embarrassed he was that his normally well-behaved dog was having no part of moving. She sat and she sang. When I pet her ears she would stop. If I walked away, she would sing again. We ended up talking for hours.

Confession: I have a thing for foregin guys.

Tom is a pilot from the Netherlands.

Now I wait...