Online Fitness
A's mom (we'll call her SI) runs a fitness website. After attending a fundraiser, I decided it was time to check out the website. What I didn't know is that her and a few of her employees regularily post a blog about all of the interesting and fun fitness adventures. Feel free to check out the blog, or get some fitness tips here.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Camping With Daddy.... Good Times or Tragedy?
So this week I have to take to precious days off work to go camping with Daddy. They are precious days because I will not have a job in about three weeks therefore no money. Earlier this summer Daddy bought a camper (ok it's basically just a shell, him and Bro built everything on the inside). He is all excited to go. Me, him and Dog. Shit. Daddy and I are very much alike. Which means when together (especially if just the two of us) things either go amazingly well or blow up on us. No one really ever knows how it will turn out. Of course I'm already predicting the worse. Say hi to copious amounts of liquor, T. It should be a very interesting two days. I'm a little scared.
So this week I have to take to precious days off work to go camping with Daddy. They are precious days because I will not have a job in about three weeks therefore no money. Earlier this summer Daddy bought a camper (ok it's basically just a shell, him and Bro built everything on the inside). He is all excited to go. Me, him and Dog. Shit. Daddy and I are very much alike. Which means when together (especially if just the two of us) things either go amazingly well or blow up on us. No one really ever knows how it will turn out. Of course I'm already predicting the worse. Say hi to copious amounts of liquor, T. It should be a very interesting two days. I'm a little scared.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Continuing the Blah and Bitchy Trend
Ok, so I'm not quite as bitchy as I have been. Thank God for that. Yesterday, just before heading out for lunch with C, I had a whole load of shit dumped on me. So of course my semi-unbitchy mood was ruined.
First call head office (in T.O) to check something for a customer. After spending countless (while also starving due to skipping dinner the night before) minutes on hold listening to an overly cheerful woman tell me "your call is very important to us". Thanks for the effing slap in the face, now pick up the phone! My usual guy doesn't answer, some other d-bag does. So I endure this, find out what I need to know, and go to call my customer back. This particular customer happened to be located in one of those on-the-cusp (re long distance or not?) suburbs. After dialing four times (and many phone slams and curses) I finally get through. Only to be put on hold again. The DB (C and I decided that DB will now stand for Diva Bitch) who doesn't know how to take a proper message takes my message promising that my customer will call back. At this point I am late for lunch with C, and still starving.
I quickly take lunch orders, grab my giant bag (easier to bring everyone's lunch back in) and head out. My cell beeps a new text in. It is from CC (who is notorious for not answering, not responding to texts and then wonders why she hasn't seen people). She sends "So any perticular (sic) reason I have not heard from you in over a week." Omg, so not in the mood to deal with her DBness right now. Also very bitchy so I figured I would call her after lunch when I could hopefully discuss this text calmly. First thought (as always when I get this type of text from her) is it works both ways sweetie, you can pick up the phone just as easily as I can. Then I did a quick run down of my week in my head. Realized that the last time I spoke to CC (granted it was through texting) was Monday, and prior to that (although I was still texting her) I was not in the bloody country. Called her multiple times throughout the day. She didn't answer which only succeeded in pissing me off more. She finally texts me about how crazy work was and yadda yadda. C'est La Vie. Time to go call her. Wish me luck!
Ok, so I'm not quite as bitchy as I have been. Thank God for that. Yesterday, just before heading out for lunch with C, I had a whole load of shit dumped on me. So of course my semi-unbitchy mood was ruined.
First call head office (in T.O) to check something for a customer. After spending countless (while also starving due to skipping dinner the night before) minutes on hold listening to an overly cheerful woman tell me "your call is very important to us". Thanks for the effing slap in the face, now pick up the phone! My usual guy doesn't answer, some other d-bag does. So I endure this, find out what I need to know, and go to call my customer back. This particular customer happened to be located in one of those on-the-cusp (re long distance or not?) suburbs. After dialing four times (and many phone slams and curses) I finally get through. Only to be put on hold again. The DB (C and I decided that DB will now stand for Diva Bitch) who doesn't know how to take a proper message takes my message promising that my customer will call back. At this point I am late for lunch with C, and still starving.
I quickly take lunch orders, grab my giant bag (easier to bring everyone's lunch back in) and head out. My cell beeps a new text in. It is from CC (who is notorious for not answering, not responding to texts and then wonders why she hasn't seen people). She sends "So any perticular (sic) reason I have not heard from you in over a week." Omg, so not in the mood to deal with her DBness right now. Also very bitchy so I figured I would call her after lunch when I could hopefully discuss this text calmly. First thought (as always when I get this type of text from her) is it works both ways sweetie, you can pick up the phone just as easily as I can. Then I did a quick run down of my week in my head. Realized that the last time I spoke to CC (granted it was through texting) was Monday, and prior to that (although I was still texting her) I was not in the bloody country. Called her multiple times throughout the day. She didn't answer which only succeeded in pissing me off more. She finally texts me about how crazy work was and yadda yadda. C'est La Vie. Time to go call her. Wish me luck!
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