Well there has been a serious LOAD of changes in my life. Biggest one is I've moved across the country, "lost" my job (I actually volunteered to take the cut from my work so I could move, and no one else would lose their jobs... I know sounds selfless, but I got 7 months of pay and 10k for schooling) and I'm living in a Condo, the first time since I was 21. Big adjustment to get use to when one is use to a house.
Currently I'm debating what to study at the University that will give me a different career further on, I'm applying for part time jobs (to keep my sanity) and playing Fallout 3 & Dance Party.
But along the way I've gathered a couple stories to share...
Monday, October 15, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Whatever happened to looking both ways?
I am one of the "lucky" ones who spends times idling in traffic on a daily basis trying to make my way too and from work. With all this time spent in the car, you come across a lot of pedestrians. I'm all for walking to and from when you can, I certainly did enough of that during University, but it seems as though people are just getting dumber or they are testing drivers on whole new levels. Which doesn't seem like the smartest thing considering how many places have put in the "Distracted Driver" fines.
Case in point, on my way home one day, I notice a guy strolling leisurely out into the street, drinking his coffee, no where near the actual crosswalk. He failed to look both ways and only realized at the yellow line that he had cars coming at him from both directions. He then proceeded to do a panic twirl, trying to decide which way to run, almost losing that precious coffee in the process.
Luckily for him, I had been paying attention to this moron and stopped. The other guy driving didn't even slow down, either he wasn't paying as much attention or he thought the pedestrian deserved a bit of a scare for his moron move. - Yes, I do enjoy the word moron when it's particularly appropriate. (I actually have a You Moron hand gesture).
I also enjoy when you in a special right turning lane at a light and there is a person walking. You come to a complete stop (as you are supposed to do), then the pedestrian stands there arguing with you that you should go. Look dude(tte), I took the time to stop for you, you better friggin walk. Then you have the other people who just stand there, look at you, appear not to be crossing, then suddenly dash out in front of you. Then have the nerve to look annoyed at you when you are screeching your brakes to avoid hitting them.
Then we have Parking Lots Walkers. These are a whole other breed of annoying. The worst is the diagonal walker. You know who you are. Could you possibly take a longer way to cross the lot? This one always surprises me, especially since you know these people drove to the store as well and know how annoying it is to try and find a spot when trailing behind someone dragging their feet across the middle of the lane. That's when I get ½ tempted to find them in the stores and use my cart to continually block them by parking it diagonally in the aisle.
The pseudo pedestrians are also up there with Darwin Award Nominations. Which are bicyclists who pretend to be pedestrians when they find it convent to do so. Then they are shocked when the ride out on a Walk light and almost get hit. I'm sorry little bike dude, but you were driving on the road and then decided to drive on the crosswalk, without signalling your intentions. Do you not realize that you move a lot faster than a person walking and to anticipate what you are about to do would require a driver to have the power of premonition? You moron.
Then you have the especially smart people. Those who cannot WAIT for the light to change. They MUST cross the road at that instant. A friend told me of the following incident. He was about three cars back from a light, in rush hour traffic, when he noticed a guy weaving through the cars. The guy hopped the meridian between traffic, landing himself directly in front of a bus, which luckily for him, had only started to move, and promptly got bounced a few feet down the road from the impact. The idiot jumps up and just kept going, almost getting hit by two more cars before making it to the sidewalk. The poor bus driver had to take a minute before being able to move on... wonder how one reports this type of hit and run. Well, you see here officer...
I get these guys a lot, especially after getting off a city bus, they think that the bus stop location acts as an insta-crosswalk. My favourite was the guy who did the diagonal walk, with his back to me and crossed the street. He didn't check to see if there was anyone driving until after he got to the other side. He jumped slightly seeing that I was directly behind him, followed up by about 8 other cars all at a turtle crawl from his leisurely crossing. Yeah moron, you aren't on a cross walk, and imagine that you totally cut off a whole lot of drivers. He got the moron hand wave.
Case in point, on my way home one day, I notice a guy strolling leisurely out into the street, drinking his coffee, no where near the actual crosswalk. He failed to look both ways and only realized at the yellow line that he had cars coming at him from both directions. He then proceeded to do a panic twirl, trying to decide which way to run, almost losing that precious coffee in the process.
Luckily for him, I had been paying attention to this moron and stopped. The other guy driving didn't even slow down, either he wasn't paying as much attention or he thought the pedestrian deserved a bit of a scare for his moron move. - Yes, I do enjoy the word moron when it's particularly appropriate. (I actually have a You Moron hand gesture).
I also enjoy when you in a special right turning lane at a light and there is a person walking. You come to a complete stop (as you are supposed to do), then the pedestrian stands there arguing with you that you should go. Look dude(tte), I took the time to stop for you, you better friggin walk. Then you have the other people who just stand there, look at you, appear not to be crossing, then suddenly dash out in front of you. Then have the nerve to look annoyed at you when you are screeching your brakes to avoid hitting them.
Then we have Parking Lots Walkers. These are a whole other breed of annoying. The worst is the diagonal walker. You know who you are. Could you possibly take a longer way to cross the lot? This one always surprises me, especially since you know these people drove to the store as well and know how annoying it is to try and find a spot when trailing behind someone dragging their feet across the middle of the lane. That's when I get ½ tempted to find them in the stores and use my cart to continually block them by parking it diagonally in the aisle.
The pseudo pedestrians are also up there with Darwin Award Nominations. Which are bicyclists who pretend to be pedestrians when they find it convent to do so. Then they are shocked when the ride out on a Walk light and almost get hit. I'm sorry little bike dude, but you were driving on the road and then decided to drive on the crosswalk, without signalling your intentions. Do you not realize that you move a lot faster than a person walking and to anticipate what you are about to do would require a driver to have the power of premonition? You moron.
Then you have the especially smart people. Those who cannot WAIT for the light to change. They MUST cross the road at that instant. A friend told me of the following incident. He was about three cars back from a light, in rush hour traffic, when he noticed a guy weaving through the cars. The guy hopped the meridian between traffic, landing himself directly in front of a bus, which luckily for him, had only started to move, and promptly got bounced a few feet down the road from the impact. The idiot jumps up and just kept going, almost getting hit by two more cars before making it to the sidewalk. The poor bus driver had to take a minute before being able to move on... wonder how one reports this type of hit and run. Well, you see here officer...
I get these guys a lot, especially after getting off a city bus, they think that the bus stop location acts as an insta-crosswalk. My favourite was the guy who did the diagonal walk, with his back to me and crossed the street. He didn't check to see if there was anyone driving until after he got to the other side. He jumped slightly seeing that I was directly behind him, followed up by about 8 other cars all at a turtle crawl from his leisurely crossing. Yeah moron, you aren't on a cross walk, and imagine that you totally cut off a whole lot of drivers. He got the moron hand wave.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wrong Number
When I first moved here, I had to change cell numbers (obvious to a move yes). Quickly after getting my new number, I began to get a number of phone calls while I was at work. However since my job is very Go-Go-Go, I normally keep my cell on silent as I don't have time for chit-chat.
However one day I did happen to notice the phone light-up for a call, so I answered it... why oh why??
I had an Indian accented man on the phone (picture Russell Peters making fun of his Dad), asking me where I was.
Well I knew that this person had the wrong number, and told him so. You'd think problem solved. But no, that's not how things work for me.
Guy starts telling me that he had gone to the American Embassy, however they would not allow him into the building with his wrapped package (geez dude, wonder why not?!). Upset, the cabbie offered a solution, leave the package with him, and he would return to the Embassy when this guy was done with the parcel.
All the guy had to do was call this cabby's personal cell number... which turned out to be my number. The guy totally though I was lying, that I was trying to steal his parcel. Took me 5 min to get him to understand that I had no idea what he was talking about and he had the wrong person and to call the cab company the car came from.
Meanwhile I'm thinking, wholly crap, I really do NOT want to caught in the middle of a conversation about Embassies, mysterious packages and strangers. Next thing I know I'll have my cubical stormed by Secret Agents and I'll never be heard from again!
However one day I did happen to notice the phone light-up for a call, so I answered it... why oh why??
I had an Indian accented man on the phone (picture Russell Peters making fun of his Dad), asking me where I was.
Well I knew that this person had the wrong number, and told him so. You'd think problem solved. But no, that's not how things work for me.
Guy starts telling me that he had gone to the American Embassy, however they would not allow him into the building with his wrapped package (geez dude, wonder why not?!). Upset, the cabbie offered a solution, leave the package with him, and he would return to the Embassy when this guy was done with the parcel.
All the guy had to do was call this cabby's personal cell number... which turned out to be my number. The guy totally though I was lying, that I was trying to steal his parcel. Took me 5 min to get him to understand that I had no idea what he was talking about and he had the wrong person and to call the cab company the car came from.
Meanwhile I'm thinking, wholly crap, I really do NOT want to caught in the middle of a conversation about Embassies, mysterious packages and strangers. Next thing I know I'll have my cubical stormed by Secret Agents and I'll never be heard from again!
Monday, March 12, 2012
It's painful somedays con't...
I'm going back to revisit an old character, Deb, the woman who couldn't figure out the futuristic birth-date (she's listed under It's painful somedays & Justifiable I say)...
I had recently made a trip back to the old stomping grounds and inevitably someone brought her up, giving us a good laugh and reminding me about a few more incidents with her.
1) On her first closing on a weekend (alone), one of the senior girls left her cell number in case of emergencies. Sparky was out at supper with her boyfriend and her family when her cell goes off. Slightly embarrassed to have to leave the table to take the call from work, which she will almost instantly regret.
Deb was finishing up the items on the check list, when she became stumped by something, not on the checklist but in her mind must be completed. So she called Sparky (see Justifiable I say for history on these two) and asked, "How do you turn off the fridge?"
Sparky, speechless at first, finally found her voice and asked, "Did you just ask how you turn off the fridge?"
Deb says "Yes, and I can't find the On/Off switch..."
So Sparky replied with, "Do you turn off your fridge at home??" (- If so this might explain a thing or two)
Deb said, "Well no, of course not..."
"Then why would you turn off the fridges at work?!" was the reply.
2) Part of our job at this workplace was to do Data Entry, however because of shift changes, breaks, work flow, etc sometimes we are short on computer spaces. We emphasize that people must log off on breaks and not lock their computers, as this shorts us a station that can be used when busy.
Deb was especially notorious for locking her computer, much to our annoyance. It didn't seem to matter how many times we reminded her not too. One day, fed up, I decided to shut off her computer completely instead of restarting it. When she returned from break, Deb shook her mouse. When the screen did not "wake", she tried again. Nothing. She pulled the monitor towards herself, looked behind it, baffled, she moved the screen back. Completely stumped, she moved to another computer and signs in. All the while looking very puzzled at computer that was turned off.
I then took delightful pleasure in sitting down at the computer and firing it up as she watched, mystified.
3) We had one male co-worker in particular who disliked Deb on an atomic level. It was basically built into his DNA to hate her. Really it was... didn't help that she seemed to have a slight boy-crush on him and constantly tried to talk to him.
One day he made opinion clear, she came in for her shift and sat next to him. He promptly signed off the computer he was logged on and moved across the room.
4) After a particularly trying week with Deb, her constantly asking the same question over and over, and after explaining a simple concept in 100 different ways and her not grasping it, I was exhausted and frustrated. The last day I was grateful for my break and a few of us went upstairs to the cafeteria. I was sitting at our table, waiting for everyone who was buying there lunch, when Deb, plopped down across from me. This wasn't her break time, I guess she decided she wanted to go with our group, regardless of the schedule (because of course why should that apply to her?!).
She then started to go on and on about something, I was getting to the point of actually being angry, as it was my break time, and really didn't want to have to be inundated it idiotic conversation as I was eating too, bad enough we were bombarded daily for hours during work.
Deb noticed that I was not really responding and was rubbing my head. She finally asked if I was ok. I said no, you are giving me a headache with all your talking (yes that might seem mean, but I had spent 1 1/2 years working with this woman who still couldn't do the simplest task correctly and who's conversation was as interesting as a stale piece of bread).
She finally trailed off on talking... and that was the last lunch she ever ate with me. I got a large following of people on my breaks from them on, everyone who wanted to avoid her chatter.
5) We were having one of our drawn out meetings one day. You know the type, where you're told, "You guys are doing a GREAT job.... now here's a list of 100 things you've done wrong (as policies/protocols were changed without us being told)".
Most of us find ways to amuse ourselves during these meetings as the Supervisor drones on and on about something that could have been summarized in 5 minutes (I know as I acted as Team Leader on occasion and ran the meetings during those times).
This particular day, we were especially lucky to have our Manager pay a visit as well, so we got an especially long winded version of all the "wrong doings" (in this case it was the Manager/Supervisor having no clue about what we actually do or how it was done). I was fascinated at how the Manager (a female) seemed to lean towards wearing an Alpine scented perfume. Smelled like a rotting Xmas tree had barfed on her. Also she seemed to be hovering over the floor somehow. Her pants were straight down, covering all aspects of her shoes, giving a her a slightly demonic floating look.
Finally I realized I had been staring for awhile at her floating feet and decided to look else where. What a mistake!!!
I happened to look up at Deb, who had the worst case of Camel Toe that I have ever seen on a person... I actually jumped when I noticed. At which points set off more than a few giggles around me, as everyone had already noticed and they were all waiting for my reaction.
It was like staring at a train wreck and not being able to look away.
And here is a reference for all of those who do not know what Camel Toe is, please refer to the first photo on this link, not the animal reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camel_toe
Just envision it 10 times worse and in jeans. Erkel type, faded almost to white jeans.
I had recently made a trip back to the old stomping grounds and inevitably someone brought her up, giving us a good laugh and reminding me about a few more incidents with her.
1) On her first closing on a weekend (alone), one of the senior girls left her cell number in case of emergencies. Sparky was out at supper with her boyfriend and her family when her cell goes off. Slightly embarrassed to have to leave the table to take the call from work, which she will almost instantly regret.
Deb was finishing up the items on the check list, when she became stumped by something, not on the checklist but in her mind must be completed. So she called Sparky (see Justifiable I say for history on these two) and asked, "How do you turn off the fridge?"
Sparky, speechless at first, finally found her voice and asked, "Did you just ask how you turn off the fridge?"
Deb says "Yes, and I can't find the On/Off switch..."
So Sparky replied with, "Do you turn off your fridge at home??" (- If so this might explain a thing or two)
Deb said, "Well no, of course not..."
"Then why would you turn off the fridges at work?!" was the reply.
2) Part of our job at this workplace was to do Data Entry, however because of shift changes, breaks, work flow, etc sometimes we are short on computer spaces. We emphasize that people must log off on breaks and not lock their computers, as this shorts us a station that can be used when busy.
Deb was especially notorious for locking her computer, much to our annoyance. It didn't seem to matter how many times we reminded her not too. One day, fed up, I decided to shut off her computer completely instead of restarting it. When she returned from break, Deb shook her mouse. When the screen did not "wake", she tried again. Nothing. She pulled the monitor towards herself, looked behind it, baffled, she moved the screen back. Completely stumped, she moved to another computer and signs in. All the while looking very puzzled at computer that was turned off.
I then took delightful pleasure in sitting down at the computer and firing it up as she watched, mystified.
3) We had one male co-worker in particular who disliked Deb on an atomic level. It was basically built into his DNA to hate her. Really it was... didn't help that she seemed to have a slight boy-crush on him and constantly tried to talk to him.
One day he made opinion clear, she came in for her shift and sat next to him. He promptly signed off the computer he was logged on and moved across the room.
4) After a particularly trying week with Deb, her constantly asking the same question over and over, and after explaining a simple concept in 100 different ways and her not grasping it, I was exhausted and frustrated. The last day I was grateful for my break and a few of us went upstairs to the cafeteria. I was sitting at our table, waiting for everyone who was buying there lunch, when Deb, plopped down across from me. This wasn't her break time, I guess she decided she wanted to go with our group, regardless of the schedule (because of course why should that apply to her?!).
She then started to go on and on about something, I was getting to the point of actually being angry, as it was my break time, and really didn't want to have to be inundated it idiotic conversation as I was eating too, bad enough we were bombarded daily for hours during work.
Deb noticed that I was not really responding and was rubbing my head. She finally asked if I was ok. I said no, you are giving me a headache with all your talking (yes that might seem mean, but I had spent 1 1/2 years working with this woman who still couldn't do the simplest task correctly and who's conversation was as interesting as a stale piece of bread).
She finally trailed off on talking... and that was the last lunch she ever ate with me. I got a large following of people on my breaks from them on, everyone who wanted to avoid her chatter.
5) We were having one of our drawn out meetings one day. You know the type, where you're told, "You guys are doing a GREAT job.... now here's a list of 100 things you've done wrong (as policies/protocols were changed without us being told)".
Most of us find ways to amuse ourselves during these meetings as the Supervisor drones on and on about something that could have been summarized in 5 minutes (I know as I acted as Team Leader on occasion and ran the meetings during those times).
This particular day, we were especially lucky to have our Manager pay a visit as well, so we got an especially long winded version of all the "wrong doings" (in this case it was the Manager/Supervisor having no clue about what we actually do or how it was done). I was fascinated at how the Manager (a female) seemed to lean towards wearing an Alpine scented perfume. Smelled like a rotting Xmas tree had barfed on her. Also she seemed to be hovering over the floor somehow. Her pants were straight down, covering all aspects of her shoes, giving a her a slightly demonic floating look.
Finally I realized I had been staring for awhile at her floating feet and decided to look else where. What a mistake!!!
I happened to look up at Deb, who had the worst case of Camel Toe that I have ever seen on a person... I actually jumped when I noticed. At which points set off more than a few giggles around me, as everyone had already noticed and they were all waiting for my reaction.
It was like staring at a train wreck and not being able to look away.
And here is a reference for all of those who do not know what Camel Toe is, please refer to the first photo on this link, not the animal reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camel_toe
Just envision it 10 times worse and in jeans. Erkel type, faded almost to white jeans.
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
We were having our typical girl's night, preparing to watch yet another Horror flick. When one of Pinks saw a spider on the ottoman. Being the kind, nature loving person that I am, I brushed the spider on to my hand and moved to go to the back door and set the little guy free.
Instantly the other Pink starts yelling, "Spinder, where? Where?!" Hopping up and down on her feet, her large dog immediately getting excited and barking. The Pink who saw the spider however, launches off the couch beside where I had been sitting, literally jumping on top of Purple who was sitting in a chair beside us.
But during this jump, she kicks the ottoman into me, almost knocking me to the floor and successfully caused me to drop the spider.
Mini hysterics ensued for another 5 mins.
The offending spider was all the size of the tip of a felt pen. I'm sure a sneeze could have squished it.
Funnily enough, none of the girls were freaked out by the Ladybug infestation in the bathroom, where easily 10 Ladybugs were seen at any given moment.
I guess looks do matter in some cases...
Instantly the other Pink starts yelling, "Spinder, where? Where?!" Hopping up and down on her feet, her large dog immediately getting excited and barking. The Pink who saw the spider however, launches off the couch beside where I had been sitting, literally jumping on top of Purple who was sitting in a chair beside us.
But during this jump, she kicks the ottoman into me, almost knocking me to the floor and successfully caused me to drop the spider.
Mini hysterics ensued for another 5 mins.
The offending spider was all the size of the tip of a felt pen. I'm sure a sneeze could have squished it.
Funnily enough, none of the girls were freaked out by the Ladybug infestation in the bathroom, where easily 10 Ladybugs were seen at any given moment.
I guess looks do matter in some cases...
Invisible Days
I'm sure you've had a day where you've felt invisible, everyone does at some point.
I was having an especially invisible day, where I narrowly missed two nasty accidents on the highway with people merging into my lane, completely cutting me off. Considering where I live, this is more of a norm than not. I didn't think much of it at first.
But once I got to work, I was walking into the building behind someone, a stranger, who looked briefly behind themselves right at me and let the door slam behind them anyway. No apologizes to me either or even acknowledgement that I swiped in behind them.
Annoying, but again, just brushed it off. But later that morning when I had no less than 3 people bump into me while walking into a hallway, I started to get paranoid. I'm not a large person by any means nor were they. You'd have to go out of your way to run into me in that space... or just not see me.
The coat of invisibility continued as at lunch one of my gfs walked right by as she was looking for me and didn't even hear me when I called her name at first. Apparently cloak was getting more powerful as in it was making me unheard as well.
The final straw was in the bathroom when I went to wash my hands at the automatic sinks. It took 2 sinks before one "saw me" and I was able to get running water. I checked to make sure I still had a reflection, just in case.
I was having an especially invisible day, where I narrowly missed two nasty accidents on the highway with people merging into my lane, completely cutting me off. Considering where I live, this is more of a norm than not. I didn't think much of it at first.
But once I got to work, I was walking into the building behind someone, a stranger, who looked briefly behind themselves right at me and let the door slam behind them anyway. No apologizes to me either or even acknowledgement that I swiped in behind them.
Annoying, but again, just brushed it off. But later that morning when I had no less than 3 people bump into me while walking into a hallway, I started to get paranoid. I'm not a large person by any means nor were they. You'd have to go out of your way to run into me in that space... or just not see me.
The coat of invisibility continued as at lunch one of my gfs walked right by as she was looking for me and didn't even hear me when I called her name at first. Apparently cloak was getting more powerful as in it was making me unheard as well.
The final straw was in the bathroom when I went to wash my hands at the automatic sinks. It took 2 sinks before one "saw me" and I was able to get running water. I checked to make sure I still had a reflection, just in case.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Nails are the new dust bunny.
I've had an ongoing gross-ination with people and their finger/toe-nail etiquette.
First off, I do not understand guys who wear their fingernails long, maybe in other countries this is considered attractive, but here, it just looks gross when a guy's nails are longer than most women's. When you are capable of getting french tips, that's a hint it's time to trim.
Even with girls I have a hard time sometimes, when you have to awkwardly arch your fingers to try and type or you can't pick up a simple dime from the counter, maybe you are a bit extreme. And how does that feel comfortable? Don't you get annoyed that you can't type like a normal person? How do you not injure yourself doing normal daily tasks?
But this aside, it's how people take care of their nails that is baffling. Case in point, I just returned from the women's washroom where I discovered someone had obviously been trimming their talons in the stall, as they left their DNA all over the toilet paper roll dispenser. Never thought I should have to worry about sitting down on a fingernail.
My friends have come across more cases, the Pinks to be exact each have had issues. One girl while sitting at her desk reviewing a document had her cube-neighbour trimming her claws, when one bounced over onto her papers. Luckily she was able to bit back the yelp of surprise and dumped the offending object off into her garbage.
The other Pink on her first week of her new job walked by a cube only to witness something elbow deep in toe-jam trimming off her toenails at her desk. No one needs to smell you with your socks off working on that ingrown nail you should have taken care of at home.
Yet another friend had a person beside her on the city bus trimming away. She ended up moving so she wouldn't get nail clippings in her purse. Women have enough stuff in there as it is, we don't need to cart around someone else's cast offs.
There is a time and a place for these things and at work, or on public transportation isn't one of them. Sure if you've broken a nail, I can understand a patch up is necessary, nothing worse then a nail snagging everything around you, but that's only the extent is should go to.
First off, I do not understand guys who wear their fingernails long, maybe in other countries this is considered attractive, but here, it just looks gross when a guy's nails are longer than most women's. When you are capable of getting french tips, that's a hint it's time to trim.
Even with girls I have a hard time sometimes, when you have to awkwardly arch your fingers to try and type or you can't pick up a simple dime from the counter, maybe you are a bit extreme. And how does that feel comfortable? Don't you get annoyed that you can't type like a normal person? How do you not injure yourself doing normal daily tasks?
But this aside, it's how people take care of their nails that is baffling. Case in point, I just returned from the women's washroom where I discovered someone had obviously been trimming their talons in the stall, as they left their DNA all over the toilet paper roll dispenser. Never thought I should have to worry about sitting down on a fingernail.
My friends have come across more cases, the Pinks to be exact each have had issues. One girl while sitting at her desk reviewing a document had her cube-neighbour trimming her claws, when one bounced over onto her papers. Luckily she was able to bit back the yelp of surprise and dumped the offending object off into her garbage.
The other Pink on her first week of her new job walked by a cube only to witness something elbow deep in toe-jam trimming off her toenails at her desk. No one needs to smell you with your socks off working on that ingrown nail you should have taken care of at home.
Yet another friend had a person beside her on the city bus trimming away. She ended up moving so she wouldn't get nail clippings in her purse. Women have enough stuff in there as it is, we don't need to cart around someone else's cast offs.
There is a time and a place for these things and at work, or on public transportation isn't one of them. Sure if you've broken a nail, I can understand a patch up is necessary, nothing worse then a nail snagging everything around you, but that's only the extent is should go to.
Friday, December 16, 2011
The Art of Listening
So my little work/lunch group of friends had decided to do a Secret Santa lunch. This way someone doesn't show up with gifts for everyone and one of us then feel like a chump for not having bought something.
I had in fact already bought everyone cheap movie passes, but those will be tucked away for another time.
So we drew names and decided on a limit... Or should I rephrase to minimum. Somehow one of the Pinks decided that we needed to spend min $20. Reasonable but we can just go up from there... Of course she is the name I draw, the Pink with the most expensive taste (to give an idea she owns a real Louis Vutton wallet). And her favorite "colour"... Black. This was not going to be easy.
In the meantime Purple and I have dropped a couple of ideas at the lunch for ourselves. I also remarked that I don't really enjoy Lindor chocolates (as they came with my meal).
Anyway after a lot of search I finally settled on knitting a scarf for Pink and getting a Starbucks tea gift for her.
But this week the other Pink came to my desk and let it slip that Pricey Pink had asked her for advice on the gift she needs to buy...
I'm like, ok you do realize I now know who everyone has right? - only 4 of us doesn't take much to figure it out.
She had a bit of a d'oh moment with that. I did ask Purple if she needed help with her person (figured cat was out of the bag at this point). But I didn't realize that saying Pricey Pink asking for help on her would be a bit of a sensitive topic.
Wasn't thinking, Purple had an excellent point though, she had given ideas and if you did listen you'd have an idea of what to get her (I know I had wanted to draw her name). I could understand why she felt upset as she had made a point of dropping hints.
But this morning, funnily enough Purple gave me a gift prior to our lunch, I felt bad I did not get her anything... And it was Lindor chocolates.
I had in fact already bought everyone cheap movie passes, but those will be tucked away for another time.
So we drew names and decided on a limit... Or should I rephrase to minimum. Somehow one of the Pinks decided that we needed to spend min $20. Reasonable but we can just go up from there... Of course she is the name I draw, the Pink with the most expensive taste (to give an idea she owns a real Louis Vutton wallet). And her favorite "colour"... Black. This was not going to be easy.
In the meantime Purple and I have dropped a couple of ideas at the lunch for ourselves. I also remarked that I don't really enjoy Lindor chocolates (as they came with my meal).
Anyway after a lot of search I finally settled on knitting a scarf for Pink and getting a Starbucks tea gift for her.
But this week the other Pink came to my desk and let it slip that Pricey Pink had asked her for advice on the gift she needs to buy...
I'm like, ok you do realize I now know who everyone has right? - only 4 of us doesn't take much to figure it out.
She had a bit of a d'oh moment with that. I did ask Purple if she needed help with her person (figured cat was out of the bag at this point). But I didn't realize that saying Pricey Pink asking for help on her would be a bit of a sensitive topic.
Wasn't thinking, Purple had an excellent point though, she had given ideas and if you did listen you'd have an idea of what to get her (I know I had wanted to draw her name). I could understand why she felt upset as she had made a point of dropping hints.
But this morning, funnily enough Purple gave me a gift prior to our lunch, I felt bad I did not get her anything... And it was Lindor chocolates.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Divorcees or Supervisors
So a few weeks ago I was set to go the Dentist (insert Jaws theme music), I had let my supervisor know about the appointment on the Friday prior and was discussing it with the other supervisor in our group, as I was (am) having an issue with a tooth. My supervisor came over, and I reminded him of the appointment time.
5 min later I get a scheduled meeting invitation smack in the middle of my appointment time. I was slightly annoyed because they both knew what time my appointment was, and I obviously couldn't make this meeting.
That afternoon my supervisor tells me about what happened, saying that it was really too bad I couldn't be at the meeting (well then don't schedule it when you know I have an appointment that you knew about! <insert annoyed explicative of your choice>) and tells me I will be helping out the other supervisor with creating/maintaining a contact list for a large external meeting (exciting stuff) for a meeting in February and it can wait awhile. I was like ok, sure, no problem.
However when I got the files I needed to create this list, my supervisor tells me that it is not a priority and that I have to continue working on the manual. I just shrugged, as he's the supervisor and no sweat of my back what I'm working on when really.
The girl supervisor (mine is a guy) asks me if I got all the information I needed, and I told her I had and would work on it when I was finished what I had that day. However my supervisor again changed what I was lined up to do next, so the contact list was pushed yet again.
Next thing I know, last Tuesday, the girl supervisor is at my desk, telling me to no longer worry about the contact list, she's going to have to create it. I thought this slightly odd... but said ok, no problem.
She then goes into a rant about how my supervisor had changed my priorities on me and that now she was going to have to do my work to get hers done on time as she has a deadline (first I'd heard of it). She also complained that she didn't know what his issue was, as he offered me to help out and then pulls me from the project and doesn't even tell her. Tells me she isn't mad at me (ok, thanks??), but is really mad at him, and questioning why he's behaving this way... I had no answers for her.
Then on that same Friday my supervisor meets with me over our upcoming work, and tells me that he spoke with the girl supervisor. He was like, I told her awhile ago that he pulled me from the project (not from what she said) and he didn't understand why she was so mad anyway. As he didn't think that it was a big deal if she pushed her deadline a week until my other stuff was done and I could help her. Said for me not to worry because he told her it was his decision and he took the heat on it (um, good??). Then ranted about how she was behaving lately and how he didn't understand what was going on with her.
Obviously neither supervisor knows that the other is talking to me about them... I just shook my head when I got back to my desk as it felt like I was a kid stuck in a tug of war with two divorced parents, instead of an employee at work.
All this drama over something that would maybe take an hour of my time.
5 min later I get a scheduled meeting invitation smack in the middle of my appointment time. I was slightly annoyed because they both knew what time my appointment was, and I obviously couldn't make this meeting.
That afternoon my supervisor tells me about what happened, saying that it was really too bad I couldn't be at the meeting (well then don't schedule it when you know I have an appointment that you knew about! <insert annoyed explicative of your choice>) and tells me I will be helping out the other supervisor with creating/maintaining a contact list for a large external meeting (exciting stuff) for a meeting in February and it can wait awhile. I was like ok, sure, no problem.
However when I got the files I needed to create this list, my supervisor tells me that it is not a priority and that I have to continue working on the manual. I just shrugged, as he's the supervisor and no sweat of my back what I'm working on when really.
The girl supervisor (mine is a guy) asks me if I got all the information I needed, and I told her I had and would work on it when I was finished what I had that day. However my supervisor again changed what I was lined up to do next, so the contact list was pushed yet again.
Next thing I know, last Tuesday, the girl supervisor is at my desk, telling me to no longer worry about the contact list, she's going to have to create it. I thought this slightly odd... but said ok, no problem.
She then goes into a rant about how my supervisor had changed my priorities on me and that now she was going to have to do my work to get hers done on time as she has a deadline (first I'd heard of it). She also complained that she didn't know what his issue was, as he offered me to help out and then pulls me from the project and doesn't even tell her. Tells me she isn't mad at me (ok, thanks??), but is really mad at him, and questioning why he's behaving this way... I had no answers for her.
Then on that same Friday my supervisor meets with me over our upcoming work, and tells me that he spoke with the girl supervisor. He was like, I told her awhile ago that he pulled me from the project (not from what she said) and he didn't understand why she was so mad anyway. As he didn't think that it was a big deal if she pushed her deadline a week until my other stuff was done and I could help her. Said for me not to worry because he told her it was his decision and he took the heat on it (um, good??). Then ranted about how she was behaving lately and how he didn't understand what was going on with her.
Obviously neither supervisor knows that the other is talking to me about them... I just shook my head when I got back to my desk as it felt like I was a kid stuck in a tug of war with two divorced parents, instead of an employee at work.
All this drama over something that would maybe take an hour of my time.
Monday, November 28, 2011
The Return
I've been offline in regards to blogging for a number of weeks now. It's not that I haven't had blog-worthy news, in fact look for Wrong Number, Divorcees or Supervisors, Me Vs the Dentist (take 3) to be arriving soon.
Fact of the matter is by the time I actually remember to blog, it's bedtime and I'm too tired to log in, trying to organize my thoughts in the typical sarcastic humour in which I deal with most things in life (I like to think I channel Statler and Waldorf on my good days).
So tomorrow night I will be making an effort to actually sit down, ignore Facebook, Twitter, Skype, MSN and Sims 3 in an effort to actually get some words down in the world of BlogSpot, so that some insomniac who is wistfully wishing for images of baa sheep leaping over fences, can have something to stave of complete boredom.
On a cool note my iPhone read the tomorrow night as a possible event and asked if I wanted to creat an event.
Fact of the matter is by the time I actually remember to blog, it's bedtime and I'm too tired to log in, trying to organize my thoughts in the typical sarcastic humour in which I deal with most things in life (I like to think I channel Statler and Waldorf on my good days).
So tomorrow night I will be making an effort to actually sit down, ignore Facebook, Twitter, Skype, MSN and Sims 3 in an effort to actually get some words down in the world of BlogSpot, so that some insomniac who is wistfully wishing for images of baa sheep leaping over fences, can have something to stave of complete boredom.
On a cool note my iPhone read the tomorrow night as a possible event and asked if I wanted to creat an event.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Me vs the Dentist
Sadly I had to go to the dentist today, as last week something was feeling slightly off.
I discovered quickly that I still hate dentists and I'm fairly certain now they are spawns of Satan.
The day started off badly, my head was aching, my boyfriend was leaving and I didn't sleep well. Really that was enough to make my Monday crappy as it was. Add a morning Dental appointment and it's a mini version of hell for me.
To make it a little less painful, I packed my Kobo with me, so at least I had a book I could retreat too. But as I got in my car, I had an odd experience (not related to the blog, but part of the day). This older man (definition of older meaning grey hair) a couple cars over crossing in the lot, looks at me and mouths, "Hello there" to me and kept walking. I had never met him before. I spent part of the drive trying remember that odd encounter for the blog. - Because really what stranger says that in a parking lot? I am young enough to be his daughter, blech.
Once I got to the dentists, I then had to fill out a questionnaire so detailed that I'm sure my Ex after 7 years couldn't answer all of those about me. I finally handed in the paper, gave a rave review on the Kobo and it's capabilities, before I got a moment to dash off in to the world of Kinsey Millhone briefly before be called back into The Chair.
To start off, there was no obvious place to hang my coat, so I left it on and I was not asked to remove it. Which made it a little awkward for me as it's somewhat bulky being that it's been rather cool out recently. However the hygienist just went about draping me for photo shoot over the bulk. I meanwhile was thankful for Secret's extra protection as I was putting it through a true test being trapped in that coat!
After my first photo shoot, I was brought to a stand up booth, strapped into a lead frock, told to remove my sleeper hoop earrings (those still are not back in) and my glasses. So in the cramped confines I got my earrings out, then zipped them into a sleeve pocket on my coat so I wouldn't lose them (not able to put them back in without a mirror), then settle my Kobo and wallet on the ground, as there was no place else to put it (was not offered a spot somewhere for my belongings).
Once I was done with the photos, the Dentist finally showed. He asked if there was any particularly troubling spots, I mentioned what was going on, he then takes his little mirror and the pokey then and starts poking in my mouth, and asks, "How are you doing today?" I was thinking, "Really? We are going to play this game? Seriously?" I think he realized I was slightly annoyed (I do give a really good "you're a moron look") as he removed his hands long enough for me to respond, "Just dandy, love being here." - Yes, for those that don't know, that was sarcasm.
He then went through all other spots in my mouth first, listing off random numbers and letters. I was waiting for someone to yell, "I Sank Your Battleship!" when finally goes to the tooth that is bothering me and whacks on it a few times with a metal pole of some kind, then asked if it hurts. - What do you think ?? Moron.
Finally he tells me we are going to go through my Xrays together. He proceeds then to look at the Xrays, and point at them with his lasers while not saying anything, I almost yelled out "Bicuspid" at one point just to break the silence.
He then hands me a mirror and tells me he wants to show me something. Flips me back and has me open up wide. Well I can see jack sh-t with the mirror, and my "you're a moron" look returned. For some reason he seemed somewhat crestfallen that I was unable to see him tapping once again on the bothersome tooth.
Then he gets all excited to run off to get the Oral Cancer Screening light. Tells me not too worry, but he wants to check out a couple spots... uh. Ok? If my palms were not already sweaty from the jacket, it would have been spontaneous clammy hands. So I get this light the size of large pill bottle type stuck in my mouth, he looks all over then goes back to my right side 3 times... palms are now almost dripping on the floor, the silence is deafening. He then says ok, I'll be right back and disappears. I almost fell out the chair to see where he was going (luckily the bulk of the coat hooked the arm and kept me in).
On his return he was like, ok here's the situation with your tooth, you've fractured the root, and even though I do root canals, I'm not confident I can deal with this. So you will have to see a specialist. Two things popped in to my head at that, first was OMG $$$$$$ and how does a dentist get more specialized??
He then hands me back the mirror so he can tap one more time at the tooth and pick at the gum to tell me the issues. If it wasn't 7 years bad luck to break a mirror, I might have used it on his head. Because if he can't fix it, then don't touch it!!!
He then hustles me back out to the front desk, tells the lady with the sometimes British Accent (think Ross off Friends) to set me up with a consult. Meanwhile, I'm like, "Hey! Wait!! What about the cancer???! Was it negative or positive??" He was like, oh, Negative of course. - Of Course? Sorry dude, silence was not acceptable assurance about that being Negative.
So after this glowing exam, I left with a pounding left side of the face, including ear, nose and eye and an 11 day wait to see a specialist who needs me to pay for all his Xmas shopping I'm sure. *sigh* I hate dentists.
I discovered quickly that I still hate dentists and I'm fairly certain now they are spawns of Satan.
The day started off badly, my head was aching, my boyfriend was leaving and I didn't sleep well. Really that was enough to make my Monday crappy as it was. Add a morning Dental appointment and it's a mini version of hell for me.
To make it a little less painful, I packed my Kobo with me, so at least I had a book I could retreat too. But as I got in my car, I had an odd experience (not related to the blog, but part of the day). This older man (definition of older meaning grey hair) a couple cars over crossing in the lot, looks at me and mouths, "Hello there" to me and kept walking. I had never met him before. I spent part of the drive trying remember that odd encounter for the blog. - Because really what stranger says that in a parking lot? I am young enough to be his daughter, blech.
Once I got to the dentists, I then had to fill out a questionnaire so detailed that I'm sure my Ex after 7 years couldn't answer all of those about me. I finally handed in the paper, gave a rave review on the Kobo and it's capabilities, before I got a moment to dash off in to the world of Kinsey Millhone briefly before be called back into The Chair.
To start off, there was no obvious place to hang my coat, so I left it on and I was not asked to remove it. Which made it a little awkward for me as it's somewhat bulky being that it's been rather cool out recently. However the hygienist just went about draping me for photo shoot over the bulk. I meanwhile was thankful for Secret's extra protection as I was putting it through a true test being trapped in that coat!
After my first photo shoot, I was brought to a stand up booth, strapped into a lead frock, told to remove my sleeper hoop earrings (those still are not back in) and my glasses. So in the cramped confines I got my earrings out, then zipped them into a sleeve pocket on my coat so I wouldn't lose them (not able to put them back in without a mirror), then settle my Kobo and wallet on the ground, as there was no place else to put it (was not offered a spot somewhere for my belongings).
Once I was done with the photos, the Dentist finally showed. He asked if there was any particularly troubling spots, I mentioned what was going on, he then takes his little mirror and the pokey then and starts poking in my mouth, and asks, "How are you doing today?" I was thinking, "Really? We are going to play this game? Seriously?" I think he realized I was slightly annoyed (I do give a really good "you're a moron look") as he removed his hands long enough for me to respond, "Just dandy, love being here." - Yes, for those that don't know, that was sarcasm.
He then went through all other spots in my mouth first, listing off random numbers and letters. I was waiting for someone to yell, "I Sank Your Battleship!" when finally goes to the tooth that is bothering me and whacks on it a few times with a metal pole of some kind, then asked if it hurts. - What do you think ?? Moron.
Finally he tells me we are going to go through my Xrays together. He proceeds then to look at the Xrays, and point at them with his lasers while not saying anything, I almost yelled out "Bicuspid" at one point just to break the silence.
He then hands me a mirror and tells me he wants to show me something. Flips me back and has me open up wide. Well I can see jack sh-t with the mirror, and my "you're a moron" look returned. For some reason he seemed somewhat crestfallen that I was unable to see him tapping once again on the bothersome tooth.
Then he gets all excited to run off to get the Oral Cancer Screening light. Tells me not too worry, but he wants to check out a couple spots... uh. Ok? If my palms were not already sweaty from the jacket, it would have been spontaneous clammy hands. So I get this light the size of large pill bottle type stuck in my mouth, he looks all over then goes back to my right side 3 times... palms are now almost dripping on the floor, the silence is deafening. He then says ok, I'll be right back and disappears. I almost fell out the chair to see where he was going (luckily the bulk of the coat hooked the arm and kept me in).
On his return he was like, ok here's the situation with your tooth, you've fractured the root, and even though I do root canals, I'm not confident I can deal with this. So you will have to see a specialist. Two things popped in to my head at that, first was OMG $$$$$$ and how does a dentist get more specialized??
He then hands me back the mirror so he can tap one more time at the tooth and pick at the gum to tell me the issues. If it wasn't 7 years bad luck to break a mirror, I might have used it on his head. Because if he can't fix it, then don't touch it!!!
He then hustles me back out to the front desk, tells the lady with the sometimes British Accent (think Ross off Friends) to set me up with a consult. Meanwhile, I'm like, "Hey! Wait!! What about the cancer???! Was it negative or positive??" He was like, oh, Negative of course. - Of Course? Sorry dude, silence was not acceptable assurance about that being Negative.
So after this glowing exam, I left with a pounding left side of the face, including ear, nose and eye and an 11 day wait to see a specialist who needs me to pay for all his Xmas shopping I'm sure. *sigh* I hate dentists.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Blogging
Well the iPhone hasn't yet improved my blogging, it's actually taken away time from it, by playing time wasting Apps. Sims3 is a-calling!!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
October Blues con't
Not really so much the October blues as one of my sisters is going through a really hard time right now and all my funny is going towards cheering her up.
Don't worry my sarcastic wit will return to my blog shortly. Most likely with tales of my travels out to see my boyfriend.
Manual Blog Log is keeping track of stories for me to eventually share with you.
Don't worry my sarcastic wit will return to my blog shortly. Most likely with tales of my travels out to see my boyfriend.
Manual Blog Log is keeping track of stories for me to eventually share with you.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Makes sense
On the way home today I was behind a car that had the license plate "JO8 BYE"... I guess JOB BYE must have already been taken. However I was curious as to why someone who would get a personalized plate saying basically no more working would be driving a Sunfire. Not the most luxurious of cars.
Found my answer as I noticed the kid in the back repeatedly whacking his head against the head rest. Pretty much non stop. Why waste money on a car that is just going to get beat up?
Found my answer as I noticed the kid in the back repeatedly whacking his head against the head rest. Pretty much non stop. Why waste money on a car that is just going to get beat up?
Monday, October 3, 2011
October
I usually love October. Month where you get fed turkey, free candy and presents (well I do anyway my birthday month). But for some reason this year, I'm just not into it. It's depressing watching the trees change colour and lose their leaves.
I'm sure there are blog topics tossing about, but right now, seeing leaves on the ground just makes me want to curl up in bed and stay there until Spring. Or at least until the Cadbury Bunny returns.
I'm sure there are blog topics tossing about, but right now, seeing leaves on the ground just makes me want to curl up in bed and stay there until Spring. Or at least until the Cadbury Bunny returns.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sleeping Beauty
I got a call from one of the supervisors in my area awhile ago. She said "I'm going to be late because my son slept in."
I said "Ok?" as I really did not know how else to respond to that. Maybe I should mention, her son is 3 years old.
When she arrived at work, she came straight to my desk with a bit dramatic sigh, plunked down and told me about her morning. "I can't believe he slept in! The one morning I'm super organized and have everything ready to go and he doesn't wake up at 5:50 am like he normally does. He slept right until 7 am! And made me late!!"
Now, I know I don't have kids and all. But I do come from a large family and have babysat over night numerous times. 3 year olds don't normally wake themselves up from what I've seen, unless of course it's the weekend and you wanted to sleep in. Then they are up at the crack of dawn.
What surprised me even more was the manager didn't even care, he was like, oh I totally understand, not a problem.
I have a few possible theories on what happened:
a) She slept in and blamed the 3 yr old (really sad thing to do, but honestly I'd have more respect for someone over sleeping their alarm then blaming the kid)
b) She is one of those Moms who thinks that kids must wake up on their own or something bad will happen (I am still working on the theory of what the bad thing would be...)
c) her son is such a holy terror when he's awake that when he sleeps, he looks like a sleeping angel and she dare not wake him
or
d) or he is as cute as this puppy is sleeping and you just forget everything when watching him:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aixHN1Mflj4
I said "Ok?" as I really did not know how else to respond to that. Maybe I should mention, her son is 3 years old.
When she arrived at work, she came straight to my desk with a bit dramatic sigh, plunked down and told me about her morning. "I can't believe he slept in! The one morning I'm super organized and have everything ready to go and he doesn't wake up at 5:50 am like he normally does. He slept right until 7 am! And made me late!!"
Now, I know I don't have kids and all. But I do come from a large family and have babysat over night numerous times. 3 year olds don't normally wake themselves up from what I've seen, unless of course it's the weekend and you wanted to sleep in. Then they are up at the crack of dawn.
What surprised me even more was the manager didn't even care, he was like, oh I totally understand, not a problem.
I have a few possible theories on what happened:
a) She slept in and blamed the 3 yr old (really sad thing to do, but honestly I'd have more respect for someone over sleeping their alarm then blaming the kid)
b) She is one of those Moms who thinks that kids must wake up on their own or something bad will happen (I am still working on the theory of what the bad thing would be...)
c) her son is such a holy terror when he's awake that when he sleeps, he looks like a sleeping angel and she dare not wake him
or
d) or he is as cute as this puppy is sleeping and you just forget everything when watching him:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aixHN1Mflj4
Compliments, nothing better!
I had recently made a trip to a Disney store to pick up some shirts for the kids as they are about to go on their first trip to Disney World. When I was there, I picked out a sweat shirt for myself as well.
Well last week, Mother Nature decided that was going to be fall after weeks of warm weather. I however in defiance, wore my sweater to work instead of giving in to wearing a jacket. Besides I work early in the morning so I will rarely run into people while wearing a cartoon shirt.
However I must pass through security to enter the building, and the guard greeted me with, "Good morning, I love your shirt!" Then continued on to say, "But nothing else."
Way to shoot a girl down there buddy. I had been thinking until that point that my hair and new jeans looked pretty cute too. Guess it all depends on the eye of the beholder!
Well last week, Mother Nature decided that was going to be fall after weeks of warm weather. I however in defiance, wore my sweater to work instead of giving in to wearing a jacket. Besides I work early in the morning so I will rarely run into people while wearing a cartoon shirt.
However I must pass through security to enter the building, and the guard greeted me with, "Good morning, I love your shirt!" Then continued on to say, "But nothing else."
Way to shoot a girl down there buddy. I had been thinking until that point that my hair and new jeans looked pretty cute too. Guess it all depends on the eye of the beholder!
Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Pink Experiment Final Installment
Today was the big day. I woke up groggy and cranky from a bad night sleep which was riddled with nightmares. I forced myself to get up for a couple of hours, promising myself a nap later on for the big night. Didn't happen.
Since I have two sisters, both Pink, I had enlisted their help in getting ready today. One was on hair, the other on eyes and nails. The one on eyes and nails decided that she didn't want to have to rush home, so she wanted to do her thing before she went out. She informed me at 12:30 she might be doing it early. I was in bed at this point hoping to fall asleep. 1:00 she told me she'd be at my place in 30 min.
I groaned at this text message, really not wanting to have to get up as I was exhausted. And because of the timing this meant no leisurely bath to relax in before prep time. So I hoped into the shower to quickly get ready, then get out everything I think she would need. Also remembered to put on foundation around my eyes before she arrived.
I had also attempted to use my new fancy eyelash curler. But gave up after a few minutes as I simply didn't seem to be able to capture any eyelashes and get them to curl.
Just before she arrived I got a text from Purple saying she thought it was going to be too cold and she as well was going to be wearing pants. This really got me frustrated, there was no way I was changing my outfit at this point, after having spent over $100 just to accessorize, etc for it.
First thing she wants to do is my nails, so they can dry while she does my eyes. She's brought along a base coat because I didn't mention I had picked that up. I had to ask what it was for, apparently it's to protect your nails, and such from the colour sticking. Also you should put a top coat on as well over the colour to help prevent from chipping.
This is when I realized why I don't do my nails. 3 coats just to get funny colour fingers? I'm ok with skipping that.
She wanted to start with eyeliner, I had forgotten to bring that out, went found the bag with it in it, promptly ruined one of the wet nails. Then she is telling me to look all around while she works. I did mostly enjoy the "look up" then followed by "but not with your eyes open". What is that supposed to be translated too? Tilt your chin up, eyes closed. Clear as mud.
Finally she had the colour on, then of course I had forgotten the mascara, went track that down. And we were done. She said I might have to touch up later before I left (as it was 5 hours before I was going to have to be at the restaurant). I ignored this. Touching up was not happening.
My other sister asked me to go to her place for 4. I had planned on leaving from her house to the restaurant. Took 3 trips to my car as I kept forgetting things, like the bracelet and watch, hair straighter and hairspray and finally the shoe inserts.
While she was doing my hair, I realized I left the GPS at my place and would have to return anyhow. She did get to see the complete outfit with toe-killer shoes and everything. Her sentiment was "Wow! You don't even look like you!!" I guess that's a good thing?
She also gave me a clutch to use (I didn't realize this was a flat like small purse/large wallet), was just told by a Pink yesterday I should use one as it would look better. I didn't want to say I didn't know what this was, but texted my sisters asking if I could borrow one. They both had some I could choose from.
Made it to the dinner, luckily I got into the parkade across the street, as the shoes, with special inserts were now trying to snap off the Little Piggy Who Went Wee Wee All The Way Home.
The girls were all suitable impressed with my look, loved everything. Which really, the least they can do considering I had started to get ready two days ago!! And in the end everyone wore either dresses or skits.
Supper went over ok, the food was only alright. But we had fun chatting, and hanging out. Had a few photos taken. One of the pinks decided we needed full stand up photos, so I made them decided while we were sitting where we would do these, as after two trips on stairs, my leg muscles were burning with effort in the 5 inch heels, and the Little Piggies were on their last legs.
Finally managed to make it to my car after a brief confusion on where to find the parking pay station. (I just realized I forgot to take a photo of the signs). One sign pointed to the right and the other pointed to the left... with nothing but empty walls between them, leaving me somewhat confused on where to go (turns out it was around the corner form the go Left sign). With a huge sigh of relief I removed the shoes and slide on some flip flops for the drive home.
When I arrived home, Purple had texted us saying she had a great time, but next time, we need to wear pants and flats so we can stay out later than 10 pm!! I whole heartily agreed.
Pink Experiment has come to an end. And I'm very happy to say it was a success, but I can't imagine trying to do this more than once a year. If that. But I do have admiration for those women who can do this everyday. That takes a lot of commitment and perseverance on their part.
Side Note: We had a conversation about a television show tonight, so I went to look up some info when I got home. On the side there was a picture of a lady using an Eyelash curler... reason why I couldn't get mind to work earlier was I was doing it backwards! LOL
Since I have two sisters, both Pink, I had enlisted their help in getting ready today. One was on hair, the other on eyes and nails. The one on eyes and nails decided that she didn't want to have to rush home, so she wanted to do her thing before she went out. She informed me at 12:30 she might be doing it early. I was in bed at this point hoping to fall asleep. 1:00 she told me she'd be at my place in 30 min.
I groaned at this text message, really not wanting to have to get up as I was exhausted. And because of the timing this meant no leisurely bath to relax in before prep time. So I hoped into the shower to quickly get ready, then get out everything I think she would need. Also remembered to put on foundation around my eyes before she arrived.
I had also attempted to use my new fancy eyelash curler. But gave up after a few minutes as I simply didn't seem to be able to capture any eyelashes and get them to curl.
Just before she arrived I got a text from Purple saying she thought it was going to be too cold and she as well was going to be wearing pants. This really got me frustrated, there was no way I was changing my outfit at this point, after having spent over $100 just to accessorize, etc for it.
First thing she wants to do is my nails, so they can dry while she does my eyes. She's brought along a base coat because I didn't mention I had picked that up. I had to ask what it was for, apparently it's to protect your nails, and such from the colour sticking. Also you should put a top coat on as well over the colour to help prevent from chipping.
This is when I realized why I don't do my nails. 3 coats just to get funny colour fingers? I'm ok with skipping that.
She wanted to start with eyeliner, I had forgotten to bring that out, went found the bag with it in it, promptly ruined one of the wet nails. Then she is telling me to look all around while she works. I did mostly enjoy the "look up" then followed by "but not with your eyes open". What is that supposed to be translated too? Tilt your chin up, eyes closed. Clear as mud.
Finally she had the colour on, then of course I had forgotten the mascara, went track that down. And we were done. She said I might have to touch up later before I left (as it was 5 hours before I was going to have to be at the restaurant). I ignored this. Touching up was not happening.
My other sister asked me to go to her place for 4. I had planned on leaving from her house to the restaurant. Took 3 trips to my car as I kept forgetting things, like the bracelet and watch, hair straighter and hairspray and finally the shoe inserts.
While she was doing my hair, I realized I left the GPS at my place and would have to return anyhow. She did get to see the complete outfit with toe-killer shoes and everything. Her sentiment was "Wow! You don't even look like you!!" I guess that's a good thing?
She also gave me a clutch to use (I didn't realize this was a flat like small purse/large wallet), was just told by a Pink yesterday I should use one as it would look better. I didn't want to say I didn't know what this was, but texted my sisters asking if I could borrow one. They both had some I could choose from.
Made it to the dinner, luckily I got into the parkade across the street, as the shoes, with special inserts were now trying to snap off the Little Piggy Who Went Wee Wee All The Way Home.
The girls were all suitable impressed with my look, loved everything. Which really, the least they can do considering I had started to get ready two days ago!! And in the end everyone wore either dresses or skits.
Supper went over ok, the food was only alright. But we had fun chatting, and hanging out. Had a few photos taken. One of the pinks decided we needed full stand up photos, so I made them decided while we were sitting where we would do these, as after two trips on stairs, my leg muscles were burning with effort in the 5 inch heels, and the Little Piggies were on their last legs.
Finally managed to make it to my car after a brief confusion on where to find the parking pay station. (I just realized I forgot to take a photo of the signs). One sign pointed to the right and the other pointed to the left... with nothing but empty walls between them, leaving me somewhat confused on where to go (turns out it was around the corner form the go Left sign). With a huge sigh of relief I removed the shoes and slide on some flip flops for the drive home.
When I arrived home, Purple had texted us saying she had a great time, but next time, we need to wear pants and flats so we can stay out later than 10 pm!! I whole heartily agreed.
Pink Experiment has come to an end. And I'm very happy to say it was a success, but I can't imagine trying to do this more than once a year. If that. But I do have admiration for those women who can do this everyday. That takes a lot of commitment and perseverance on their part.
Side Note: We had a conversation about a television show tonight, so I went to look up some info when I got home. On the side there was a picture of a lady using an Eyelash curler... reason why I couldn't get mind to work earlier was I was doing it backwards! LOL
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