Full Acceptance
As human's the one thing that we all unconsciously crave is acceptance. This craving for acceptance was not unconscious but a full out I-need-this form of acceptance. After a six year (associate to manager) stint in retail, a high school diploma, and a college diploma I decided that I needed to move on. And I did, I hightailed an application to the most prestigious broadcasting school in all of Western Canada. I had my interview (the final stage of the application progress yesterday). After it I felt slightly nervous but figured I did pretty good. After work today I checked my application status and saw two simple words that made the stresses of the day disappear: full acceptance! So happy. AS has already (in his congrats text) made sure that any podcast would be produced by him. Yay me!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Gosta Get the Hair Did
Ok must admit I'm not much of a girly girl. I work in a warehouse full of guys. I work in jeans, sweatshirt, no make up and hair in a messy bun. Five or six days a week. It doesn't bother me in the least. In fact I love it. Today I had to dress up though since I had an interview and had to leave early. Sigh, so much lost sleep, even though I did my make up in the car when the power went out. After that I called A to see if they were busy and wanted me to come back for the last hour. Since she said take the afternoon off (yay!), I took her advice. I went and got my hair done. Not at the last place I went to (a shame because the shampoo comes with an orgasmic scalp massage that is like 15 minutes long). And its totally reasonable with a cut, shampoo and style being under $50. They were booked solid (the price I pay for being an impulse client I guess). So I headed up to a salon near my old high school. I hadn't been in there in years and they have changed owners again. To my utter amazement the same woman was working there. I think she just comes with the building now. She gave me a decent shampoo. Then a young woman cut... and cut and cut. But not too much (shocked). Then she styled. For under $40 I had an amazing experience, friendly staff and now have a fabulous cut. All for skipping an afternoon of work...
Ok must admit I'm not much of a girly girl. I work in a warehouse full of guys. I work in jeans, sweatshirt, no make up and hair in a messy bun. Five or six days a week. It doesn't bother me in the least. In fact I love it. Today I had to dress up though since I had an interview and had to leave early. Sigh, so much lost sleep, even though I did my make up in the car when the power went out. After that I called A to see if they were busy and wanted me to come back for the last hour. Since she said take the afternoon off (yay!), I took her advice. I went and got my hair done. Not at the last place I went to (a shame because the shampoo comes with an orgasmic scalp massage that is like 15 minutes long). And its totally reasonable with a cut, shampoo and style being under $50. They were booked solid (the price I pay for being an impulse client I guess). So I headed up to a salon near my old high school. I hadn't been in there in years and they have changed owners again. To my utter amazement the same woman was working there. I think she just comes with the building now. She gave me a decent shampoo. Then a young woman cut... and cut and cut. But not too much (shocked). Then she styled. For under $40 I had an amazing experience, friendly staff and now have a fabulous cut. All for skipping an afternoon of work...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Dancing With the Stars: Who Should Win It
I'm writing this as I'm watching DWTS. Obviously unless something completely drastic happens it should definitely be Kristi and Mark. Their rumba last week was amazing. Shannon and Derek are doing the rumba right now and are looking beautiful to Cindy Lauper's "True Colours". Top four for them. Jason and Edyta should obviously be second. Ok maybe top three for Shannon and Derek because after that I really can't stand anyone else. Marisa is almost as annoying as Marie Osmond last season. Unfortunately we were assaulted by Marie for the majority of the season last time around. Marley is damn good for a deaf woman but I give her a couple more weeks. Cheryl Burke is a good dancer, it's unfortunate that her and Christian can't seem to find the chemistry to fully make it. Mario is disappointing me. He started out so good and has just dropped the last couple weeks. Not to mention that Katrina has to be the dumbest woman on tv today. Stayed tuned into Random Observations for updates and of course tomorrow night's results show.
I'm writing this as I'm watching DWTS. Obviously unless something completely drastic happens it should definitely be Kristi and Mark. Their rumba last week was amazing. Shannon and Derek are doing the rumba right now and are looking beautiful to Cindy Lauper's "True Colours". Top four for them. Jason and Edyta should obviously be second. Ok maybe top three for Shannon and Derek because after that I really can't stand anyone else. Marisa is almost as annoying as Marie Osmond last season. Unfortunately we were assaulted by Marie for the majority of the season last time around. Marley is damn good for a deaf woman but I give her a couple more weeks. Cheryl Burke is a good dancer, it's unfortunate that her and Christian can't seem to find the chemistry to fully make it. Mario is disappointing me. He started out so good and has just dropped the last couple weeks. Not to mention that Katrina has to be the dumbest woman on tv today. Stayed tuned into Random Observations for updates and of course tomorrow night's results show.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Name Changes... Seeming To Be a Necessity
Hmm I think I need a name change here. It seems that ASA well she's not so anti-social. I know this now because she talked and talked and talked to me for about 4 to 4.5 hours last night. Constant! Then Bro wanted her to go to a party with him. Well ASA didn't know anyone and wanted me to go. By this point I was already snuggled deep into pjs, bed, and an old (but a fave) Nora Roberts book. Hmm I'm gonna say no. As ASA is using my straightener (alright so she used it to curl my hair... and make me look freakishly like a doll), my brush, my hairspray (I think I need to buy more.... I swear the last quarter of the can ended up in our hair and my bathroom last night), and my make up. How I don't know considering she wanted to cover a zit and I am about a zillion shades whiter than she is. Anyways my whole point is that I need a new name for her. Any suggestions? Something to ponder in the coming days
Hmm I think I need a name change here. It seems that ASA well she's not so anti-social. I know this now because she talked and talked and talked to me for about 4 to 4.5 hours last night. Constant! Then Bro wanted her to go to a party with him. Well ASA didn't know anyone and wanted me to go. By this point I was already snuggled deep into pjs, bed, and an old (but a fave) Nora Roberts book. Hmm I'm gonna say no. As ASA is using my straightener (alright so she used it to curl my hair... and make me look freakishly like a doll), my brush, my hairspray (I think I need to buy more.... I swear the last quarter of the can ended up in our hair and my bathroom last night), and my make up. How I don't know considering she wanted to cover a zit and I am about a zillion shades whiter than she is. Anyways my whole point is that I need a new name for her. Any suggestions? Something to ponder in the coming days
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Human's and Their Ridiculousness... a New Observation
For this post I am not observing some random person whom I don't even know as per usual. This observation is on two women (with a little bit of family thrown in), one of whom I know very well, the other I just met last night. Now for a little background info... W1 and I used to work with and so I know her and her family quite well. Unfortunately we hadn't seen each other in quite some time. W2 is W1's new friend (and apparently even more crazy than she is!). W2's daughter is friend's with W1's kids and was staying the night. So I wasn't quite sure why I found both of them in the apartment when I got there. Handily enough W1's new apartment is not even a block from A's so I parked at A's and did the whole wind down (watched Nip/Tuck for the 1st time because all other channels were screwing up... fabulous show by the way).
Right before I got to W1's, she had received a phone call. So the first thing she tells me is how excited she is but can't tell me why. Right there I was going ummm wtf just tell me. Into the living room and her hubby (we'll just call him hubby) is on the couch exhausted and fed up. He says hello to me and looks at W1 "Just tell her! Enough of this!" Ok so hubby not in a good mood. That's fine with me... I'm having a feeling that W1 and W2 are going to drive me nuts and hubby's bad mood will balance it out. It did happen that way... until he went to bed and left me alone with the crazy's. Right of the hop W2 starts asking me where I work, what I do and all sorts of shit like that. Ok way too much for just meeting someone, back the @&^% off! Upon my revelation that I am going back to school in the fall, W2 spent 40 minutes trying to convince me to go on EI in September. First of all lady, I'm quitting. They generally don't give you EI when you quit. Second of all, this whole conversation proves to me that you are a drain on the system and expects others to be as well. The system is in place for emergency use (like being laid off and not expecting it, maternity leave etc). And definitely not a good first impression you crazy waste of space. Oh good to get that out!
So W1's big news was that this company that she used to work for (she has since quit the conglomerate that we worked at together as well) called and offered a commercial. Sweet nice good for you. Ok my issue with this is that it is a weight loss company and she claims she has kept the weight off. Uh no, dear you haven't. And bitching that you ate three pieces of pizza while the rest of us had two, living down the street from (so routinely going to) McDonalds, and the binge eating late at night when everyone is asleep are not the practices that company taught you, you can't advertise that #^$*!. Apparently she was heartbroken because W2 had more of a reaction than hubby did. OMG. Then she went into how even W2 notices that hubby spoke to me more, and I get more out of him than she does. OMG do we have to start this shit again. I did nothing. I don't effing play games with people, I am myself. That's it! You on the other hand play constant mind games, you get pissed off at him for something he did in your dream FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! And you wonder why someone who doesn't play games and just simply talks to him can get more out of him! Bloody hell! Maybe I am being unfair and a little harsh. I do feel sorry for her because hubby can push pretty hard and back people into corners. But then again I feel sorry for him to. It is a relationship that wouldn't have lasted if they didn't have kids.
Side note on that. W1 used to always tell me to go into her room and climb into bed with hubby. OK, no that crosses too many lines. So when I called a couple weeks ago, hubby played that up, huskily telling me that his wife wasn't home. So I played along with it and we laughed about it. So did she. Well apparently she was pissed at both of us for that. I am in my mid-twenties. I left high school style drama a long time ago. W1, honey you are forty-six, start bloody acting it!
Ok so this happened to turn into more of a rant than an observation. I needed to.
For this post I am not observing some random person whom I don't even know as per usual. This observation is on two women (with a little bit of family thrown in), one of whom I know very well, the other I just met last night. Now for a little background info... W1 and I used to work with and so I know her and her family quite well. Unfortunately we hadn't seen each other in quite some time. W2 is W1's new friend (and apparently even more crazy than she is!). W2's daughter is friend's with W1's kids and was staying the night. So I wasn't quite sure why I found both of them in the apartment when I got there. Handily enough W1's new apartment is not even a block from A's so I parked at A's and did the whole wind down (watched Nip/Tuck for the 1st time because all other channels were screwing up... fabulous show by the way).
Right before I got to W1's, she had received a phone call. So the first thing she tells me is how excited she is but can't tell me why. Right there I was going ummm wtf just tell me. Into the living room and her hubby (we'll just call him hubby) is on the couch exhausted and fed up. He says hello to me and looks at W1 "Just tell her! Enough of this!" Ok so hubby not in a good mood. That's fine with me... I'm having a feeling that W1 and W2 are going to drive me nuts and hubby's bad mood will balance it out. It did happen that way... until he went to bed and left me alone with the crazy's. Right of the hop W2 starts asking me where I work, what I do and all sorts of shit like that. Ok way too much for just meeting someone, back the @&^% off! Upon my revelation that I am going back to school in the fall, W2 spent 40 minutes trying to convince me to go on EI in September. First of all lady, I'm quitting. They generally don't give you EI when you quit. Second of all, this whole conversation proves to me that you are a drain on the system and expects others to be as well. The system is in place for emergency use (like being laid off and not expecting it, maternity leave etc). And definitely not a good first impression you crazy waste of space. Oh good to get that out!
So W1's big news was that this company that she used to work for (she has since quit the conglomerate that we worked at together as well) called and offered a commercial. Sweet nice good for you. Ok my issue with this is that it is a weight loss company and she claims she has kept the weight off. Uh no, dear you haven't. And bitching that you ate three pieces of pizza while the rest of us had two, living down the street from (so routinely going to) McDonalds, and the binge eating late at night when everyone is asleep are not the practices that company taught you, you can't advertise that #^$*!. Apparently she was heartbroken because W2 had more of a reaction than hubby did. OMG. Then she went into how even W2 notices that hubby spoke to me more, and I get more out of him than she does. OMG do we have to start this shit again. I did nothing. I don't effing play games with people, I am myself. That's it! You on the other hand play constant mind games, you get pissed off at him for something he did in your dream FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! And you wonder why someone who doesn't play games and just simply talks to him can get more out of him! Bloody hell! Maybe I am being unfair and a little harsh. I do feel sorry for her because hubby can push pretty hard and back people into corners. But then again I feel sorry for him to. It is a relationship that wouldn't have lasted if they didn't have kids.
Side note on that. W1 used to always tell me to go into her room and climb into bed with hubby. OK, no that crosses too many lines. So when I called a couple weeks ago, hubby played that up, huskily telling me that his wife wasn't home. So I played along with it and we laughed about it. So did she. Well apparently she was pissed at both of us for that. I am in my mid-twenties. I left high school style drama a long time ago. W1, honey you are forty-six, start bloody acting it!
Ok so this happened to turn into more of a rant than an observation. I needed to.
Friday, April 18, 2008
So Inspired Now!
So for being completely uninspired earlier this week, I have a million posts running around in my head at the moment. Unfortunately I have several essays due as well so I really should be only writing those. C'est la vie! I think the fact that the migraine has disappeared and JG started calling me Hot Tamale and telling me that he would be my sex slave may possibly have something to do with it. Anyways, here is a beauty product review
Schick Quattro For Women... bloody amazing!
I was using an old razor blade on my Venus Breeze (highly unrecommended... the razor its self) so I met EZ at LD(not because I needed her there to help me pick a razor... I met her there and remembered I needed new razor blades). Ok it is absolutely ridiculous that refill blades are more expensive than a new razor. Realizing this (and how much I despise the Venus Breeze) I bought the Schick Quattro. Used it for the first time about an hour ago. Best shave I've ever had. The four blades cleanly (and very smoothly) removed unwanted hairs and the flexible head fit the contours of my legs like a dream. The best part (aside from the close shave of four blades... loving it) was the noticeably absent goo that the Breeze consistently left all over me and the shower. That was seriously gross. Now everyone go by the Quattro, you'll be sorry if you don't *so will your man*
So for being completely uninspired earlier this week, I have a million posts running around in my head at the moment. Unfortunately I have several essays due as well so I really should be only writing those. C'est la vie! I think the fact that the migraine has disappeared and JG started calling me Hot Tamale and telling me that he would be my sex slave may possibly have something to do with it. Anyways, here is a beauty product review
Schick Quattro For Women... bloody amazing!
I was using an old razor blade on my Venus Breeze (highly unrecommended... the razor its self) so I met EZ at LD(not because I needed her there to help me pick a razor... I met her there and remembered I needed new razor blades). Ok it is absolutely ridiculous that refill blades are more expensive than a new razor. Realizing this (and how much I despise the Venus Breeze) I bought the Schick Quattro. Used it for the first time about an hour ago. Best shave I've ever had. The four blades cleanly (and very smoothly) removed unwanted hairs and the flexible head fit the contours of my legs like a dream. The best part (aside from the close shave of four blades... loving it) was the noticeably absent goo that the Breeze consistently left all over me and the shower. That was seriously gross. Now everyone go by the Quattro, you'll be sorry if you don't *so will your man*
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Lack of Inspiration... Stand By Posts
I don't know what is wrong with me but I have absolutely no inspiration. I really have no idea what to write about. It could be the fact that I have a killer headache that has been brewing since Sunday (and no amount of 400mg Advils are doing anything), or the fact that I have eight essays due well now. But no one other than the dean actually wants to see what I know about CRTC and BBM. Bonus to anyone who actually knows what the CRTC and BBM are. Serious props to you... those are industry standards. So here it comes, my bored-at-work so just started writing posts.
Quest to Podcast
I, future on-air radio personality, am on a quest to branch out to podcasting. I know I don't even have any pictures posted but go big or go home right. Of course I need to figure out how to actually create a podcast and then how to incorporate it into the blog,
Sigh, the essays must continue
I don't know what is wrong with me but I have absolutely no inspiration. I really have no idea what to write about. It could be the fact that I have a killer headache that has been brewing since Sunday (and no amount of 400mg Advils are doing anything), or the fact that I have eight essays due well now. But no one other than the dean actually wants to see what I know about CRTC and BBM. Bonus to anyone who actually knows what the CRTC and BBM are. Serious props to you... those are industry standards. So here it comes, my bored-at-work so just started writing posts.
Quest to Podcast
I, future on-air radio personality, am on a quest to branch out to podcasting. I know I don't even have any pictures posted but go big or go home right. Of course I need to figure out how to actually create a podcast and then how to incorporate it into the blog,
Sigh, the essays must continue
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Home Sweet Home
Finally home! Ok I shouldn't say finally when we were only gone for 4 days. My morning started at 5:40 (far too early for any sane person to be awake) and went downhill rapidly. Ma was in such a rush that I left my cell charger at the hotel. Fabulous. No smoke before plane (no comes and goes at airports which meant I had to wait for hours and 3 airports before I could finally have a smoke at 1:30!). No coffee yet either. Lovely US security decided that with my lip gloss, cell phone and possibly the not-awake-no-coffee-no-smoke snarky comment I made about blowing up the plane with my lip gloss, I apparently was a security risk. FABULOUS MAKE MY DAY BETTER I DARE YOU. By the time the woman (who's mood was just as good as mine) started scanning me the beeps sounded near the waist on my jeans. She asked me like 4 times if I had a belt on (WTF would I lie) and then made me lift my top and fold down my jeans so that she could check me over. I had one had (cuz your arms are out... palm up... heaven forbid your palms face down) hand in a fist and on the tip of my tongue was an offer to strip naked in front of everyone in order to prove there was nothing there. So now I am tired, pissed off (I was fine until I started writing this then in peeved me again) and attempting to do the mountains of laundry (because apparently I am the only one who knows how!). GRR
Finally home! Ok I shouldn't say finally when we were only gone for 4 days. My morning started at 5:40 (far too early for any sane person to be awake) and went downhill rapidly. Ma was in such a rush that I left my cell charger at the hotel. Fabulous. No smoke before plane (no comes and goes at airports which meant I had to wait for hours and 3 airports before I could finally have a smoke at 1:30!). No coffee yet either. Lovely US security decided that with my lip gloss, cell phone and possibly the not-awake-no-coffee-no-smoke snarky comment I made about blowing up the plane with my lip gloss, I apparently was a security risk. FABULOUS MAKE MY DAY BETTER I DARE YOU. By the time the woman (who's mood was just as good as mine) started scanning me the beeps sounded near the waist on my jeans. She asked me like 4 times if I had a belt on (WTF would I lie) and then made me lift my top and fold down my jeans so that she could check me over. I had one had (cuz your arms are out... palm up... heaven forbid your palms face down) hand in a fist and on the tip of my tongue was an offer to strip naked in front of everyone in order to prove there was nothing there. So now I am tired, pissed off (I was fine until I started writing this then in peeved me again) and attempting to do the mountains of laundry (because apparently I am the only one who knows how!). GRR
Friday, April 11, 2008
Greetings From Sunny San Diego!
Yes my fine and fellow readers, I have escaped the cold miserable rain of Metro to head south! I'm currently drinking a lukewarm cup of Wolfgang Puck coffee (considering it is Wolfgang Puck I was expecting considerably more. I'm actually rather disappointed), in the Jimmy Carter presidential suite at the Omni, alternately looking at a beautiful view of the Harbour and Babe Ruth's original contract. The best feature (after having Craig Long, the sales manager take us on a tour) is the bridge that goes over 6th (I think) St right into Petco Park (where the Padres play). So disappointed that there was no game on. If I walk to the very end of the hall on our floor I can see the entire infield and everything. The only downside is the fact that you can't really smoke here (ah joining the realms of a smoke free world... difficult for someone like me). You can, however, smoke on the bridge way to Petco Park. That was fine during the day but late last night and early this morning. Ah I smoked on my terrace (sorry Craig). Unfortunately I can't find a rock station in San Diego so I have settled on country. I do have a nice rock medley on my Ipod but I can't get the bloody dock to work.
Ma and I decided to head to the mall last night for some quick food court dinner and shopping. She wanted to take a cab but there is a LRT station right beside our hotel so I suggested we take the train. The train was like stepping into the seventies. Lol. We had to switch trains twice (so we rode all three lines at least part way). While shopping Ma found this strange jacket/top/necklace all in one combo thing. It was really weird but we figured it might look better on. So with armloads full we trooped into the fitting room. The result- my Randy Jackson impersonation. "Yo Dawg! It was just alright for me man!" This had all of the loud obnoxious people staring at me and Ma and I cracking up. There was some crazy woman that followed us on to the train and continued to follow all the way to our stop. By the time we were a couple stops away I was really creeped out by her. Ma loudly proclaims that the next stop is ours as I'm hissing at her to shut up.
On to other news (from home), ASA not so anti-social, she's actually very nice. I think the guys and I just shell-shocked her that first night.
A is not leaving! Dingus offered both of us raises and it was enough to get her to stay! Yay!
Poor EZ bought a new car about three weeks ago. She calls me on Tuesday asking if I have the number for a friend's ex-fiance who happens to be a tow truck driver. N knows the people who sold her the car (at a used car lot ~shudders~) so Wednesday he goes storming in there giving them shit and telling them that they better take care of her and fix it up. Ah N we love that you know all sorts of people in the auto industry.
Miss M had a birthday (well actually today but we had a party for her last weekend). It was very pink (again ~shudders~) too much for me. But it went well. We had a giant dinner (courtesy of CC and Mama L), champagne toasts and Chi made us play pin the butterfly on the Pooh poster or something of the sort. So Happy Birthday Miss M! We love you!
Seeings how I'm in SD that means plenty of ridiculous habits to observe. Must get to work!
Yes my fine and fellow readers, I have escaped the cold miserable rain of Metro to head south! I'm currently drinking a lukewarm cup of Wolfgang Puck coffee (considering it is Wolfgang Puck I was expecting considerably more. I'm actually rather disappointed), in the Jimmy Carter presidential suite at the Omni, alternately looking at a beautiful view of the Harbour and Babe Ruth's original contract. The best feature (after having Craig Long, the sales manager take us on a tour) is the bridge that goes over 6th (I think) St right into Petco Park (where the Padres play). So disappointed that there was no game on. If I walk to the very end of the hall on our floor I can see the entire infield and everything. The only downside is the fact that you can't really smoke here (ah joining the realms of a smoke free world... difficult for someone like me). You can, however, smoke on the bridge way to Petco Park. That was fine during the day but late last night and early this morning. Ah I smoked on my terrace (sorry Craig). Unfortunately I can't find a rock station in San Diego so I have settled on country. I do have a nice rock medley on my Ipod but I can't get the bloody dock to work.
Ma and I decided to head to the mall last night for some quick food court dinner and shopping. She wanted to take a cab but there is a LRT station right beside our hotel so I suggested we take the train. The train was like stepping into the seventies. Lol. We had to switch trains twice (so we rode all three lines at least part way). While shopping Ma found this strange jacket/top/necklace all in one combo thing. It was really weird but we figured it might look better on. So with armloads full we trooped into the fitting room. The result- my Randy Jackson impersonation. "Yo Dawg! It was just alright for me man!" This had all of the loud obnoxious people staring at me and Ma and I cracking up. There was some crazy woman that followed us on to the train and continued to follow all the way to our stop. By the time we were a couple stops away I was really creeped out by her. Ma loudly proclaims that the next stop is ours as I'm hissing at her to shut up.
On to other news (from home), ASA not so anti-social, she's actually very nice. I think the guys and I just shell-shocked her that first night.
A is not leaving! Dingus offered both of us raises and it was enough to get her to stay! Yay!
Poor EZ bought a new car about three weeks ago. She calls me on Tuesday asking if I have the number for a friend's ex-fiance who happens to be a tow truck driver. N knows the people who sold her the car (at a used car lot ~shudders~) so Wednesday he goes storming in there giving them shit and telling them that they better take care of her and fix it up. Ah N we love that you know all sorts of people in the auto industry.
Miss M had a birthday (well actually today but we had a party for her last weekend). It was very pink (again ~shudders~) too much for me. But it went well. We had a giant dinner (courtesy of CC and Mama L), champagne toasts and Chi made us play pin the butterfly on the Pooh poster or something of the sort. So Happy Birthday Miss M! We love you!
Seeings how I'm in SD that means plenty of ridiculous habits to observe. Must get to work!
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