It's like I've been hit, this past week, with the sudden realization that it is, in fact, summer and that I'm allowed to enjoy it.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Try
I'm going to slowly try to reintroduce myself into public life and into the blogosphere now that I can sortof think clearly again.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Age
I find twenty-six to be a strange number and a strange age. At 26, quite a few people I know already have marriages and children. Some people are just getting out of their 10 year-long psychedelic coke trip, deciding to clean up and start playing it straight.
And I just have a desk job.
Toiling away throughout my university program, I could justify having a desk job simply as a method of sustaining my life while trying to pay the tuition fees. But now that I'm out of school, and I'm twenty-six, and I wake up every morning to take the same bus to work, walk the same path to the office, greet the boss the same (awkward) way, turn my computer on, check the mail, check the voice-mail, update the phone message, turn the page on your daily-Dilbert calendar, (I wish!,) following the same routine pattern day in and day out. It feels like I've been at it for an eternity, when in fact I've only been in this (very entry-level) job a few months.
And though I'm quite new, and by far the youngest in my office building/historic gatekeeper's lodge, sometimes I can't escape the feeling that I might be reaching the big O-word.
And not the good one.
I'm talking about feeling OLD. My previous government jobs have made me feel like my body is being punished into a life of idleness and as a result degenerating at a much quicker rate than it would be if I were working anywhere else but behind a desk.
I felt that way in my previous job also, mainly on account of the fact that I dealt with cases belonging to people who were of a certain age and experience and who had certain medical conditions usually attributed to old age. When matters of these concerns are brought to your attention on a daily basis, I suppose eventually they numb you to the fact of thinking... "Well, this will be me someday." It may be years and years away, but when I was at that office, I felt it lurking around the corner.
The other day, I noticed a group of high school kids exploring the site where I now work. Two of the people in charge of this group looked like they were straight out of high school themselves. The young leading the young. When I pointed it out, my colleague exclaimed, not very tactfully I might add, that this means I'm getting old, and then related her own story of realizing she'd achieved middle age the moment she discovered she wanted to pinch a young police officer's cheeks after he'd pulled her over.
I think what I'm getting at is that it's important to acknowledge and appreciate the events in one's life that helps them understand exactly where they are in their lives and precisely where they should be in the scale of aging and of being.
I am not a person who is content with physical, social or creative inaction. I find it to be unbearably constraining, though it seems to have been the slippery slope I've been sliding every since my first job in the public service some five years ago.
I'm very hopeful that the new path I have chosen for the Fall brings with it different physical, social, psychological and intellectual challenges that I will almost certainly never meet, sitting in a cubicle, staring out the window into a world of things happening to which I am contributing nothing. It'll be behind a computer screen no doubt, but hopefully not in a cubicle.
I don't think there's anything bad about aging. I think, when done naturally and properly, it can be graceful and quite wonderful and I look forward to the benefits each new age will bring me. But I certainly don't want to bring any of the more difficult and stressful aspects into being any earlier than they're naturally scheduled to appear.
Now then, it's almost 7:oo p.m. Time for a bath and then off to bed!
And I just have a desk job.
Toiling away throughout my university program, I could justify having a desk job simply as a method of sustaining my life while trying to pay the tuition fees. But now that I'm out of school, and I'm twenty-six, and I wake up every morning to take the same bus to work, walk the same path to the office, greet the boss the same (awkward) way, turn my computer on, check the mail, check the voice-mail, update the phone message, turn the page on your daily-Dilbert calendar, (I wish!,) following the same routine pattern day in and day out. It feels like I've been at it for an eternity, when in fact I've only been in this (very entry-level) job a few months.
And though I'm quite new, and by far the youngest in my office building/historic gatekeeper's lodge, sometimes I can't escape the feeling that I might be reaching the big O-word.
And not the good one.
I'm talking about feeling OLD. My previous government jobs have made me feel like my body is being punished into a life of idleness and as a result degenerating at a much quicker rate than it would be if I were working anywhere else but behind a desk.
I felt that way in my previous job also, mainly on account of the fact that I dealt with cases belonging to people who were of a certain age and experience and who had certain medical conditions usually attributed to old age. When matters of these concerns are brought to your attention on a daily basis, I suppose eventually they numb you to the fact of thinking... "Well, this will be me someday." It may be years and years away, but when I was at that office, I felt it lurking around the corner.
The other day, I noticed a group of high school kids exploring the site where I now work. Two of the people in charge of this group looked like they were straight out of high school themselves. The young leading the young. When I pointed it out, my colleague exclaimed, not very tactfully I might add, that this means I'm getting old, and then related her own story of realizing she'd achieved middle age the moment she discovered she wanted to pinch a young police officer's cheeks after he'd pulled her over.
I think what I'm getting at is that it's important to acknowledge and appreciate the events in one's life that helps them understand exactly where they are in their lives and precisely where they should be in the scale of aging and of being.
I am not a person who is content with physical, social or creative inaction. I find it to be unbearably constraining, though it seems to have been the slippery slope I've been sliding every since my first job in the public service some five years ago.
I'm very hopeful that the new path I have chosen for the Fall brings with it different physical, social, psychological and intellectual challenges that I will almost certainly never meet, sitting in a cubicle, staring out the window into a world of things happening to which I am contributing nothing. It'll be behind a computer screen no doubt, but hopefully not in a cubicle.
I don't think there's anything bad about aging. I think, when done naturally and properly, it can be graceful and quite wonderful and I look forward to the benefits each new age will bring me. But I certainly don't want to bring any of the more difficult and stressful aspects into being any earlier than they're naturally scheduled to appear.
Now then, it's almost 7:oo p.m. Time for a bath and then off to bed!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Beginning of the OttawEnd
Recent events leading to major life changes have motivated me to take up blogging again. Although I'm not entirely certain I should stick with this particular blog because of its' ties to the past.
But I'm attached to the title, and it makes particular sense to keep it now considering it is kindof an homage to some of the comedic heroes of my youth.
On that note, I've recently been accepted into Humber College's Comedy: Writing and Performance program for this coming Fall, which inevitably means two things:
1) I'll be moving to Toronto;
2) My life in Ottawa has been a joke (and will be the source of many to come!)
I've heard both positive and negative reviews of the program, but my goal is to maintain a good attitude, to give it my all and hope for the best and hopefully the worst that might happen is that I'll end up as a substitute drama teacher, working only often enough to pay for rent and cat food.
That being said, the next few months are going to be huge a HUGE transition for me. After having lived in Ottawa since coming to school here in the Fall of 2003, I've come to know the city, its' people and its' public transportation system very well. It's going to be very difficult saying "Goodbye and Thank You/Merci et au revoir" to the Nation's Capital.
To anyone reading out there, I'll appreciate your kind words throughout this very bumpy ride.
Bring on the Big Smoke!
But I'm attached to the title, and it makes particular sense to keep it now considering it is kindof an homage to some of the comedic heroes of my youth.
On that note, I've recently been accepted into Humber College's Comedy: Writing and Performance program for this coming Fall, which inevitably means two things:
1) I'll be moving to Toronto;
2) My life in Ottawa has been a joke (and will be the source of many to come!)
I've heard both positive and negative reviews of the program, but my goal is to maintain a good attitude, to give it my all and hope for the best and hopefully the worst that might happen is that I'll end up as a substitute drama teacher, working only often enough to pay for rent and cat food.
That being said, the next few months are going to be huge a HUGE transition for me. After having lived in Ottawa since coming to school here in the Fall of 2003, I've come to know the city, its' people and its' public transportation system very well. It's going to be very difficult saying "Goodbye and Thank You/Merci et au revoir" to the Nation's Capital.
To anyone reading out there, I'll appreciate your kind words throughout this very bumpy ride.
Bring on the Big Smoke!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Back on the horse?
The tunnels smelled like Lipton chicken noodle soup yesterday.
This made me a little homesick;
and quite hungry.
I've been inspired to get back on the blog. Or I could be a copycat jerk with no more original thought left of my own.
Meh. I can decide that when I'm not sick and ticked off about thievery.
This made me a little homesick;
and quite hungry.
I've been inspired to get back on the blog. Or I could be a copycat jerk with no more original thought left of my own.
Meh. I can decide that when I'm not sick and ticked off about thievery.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Something to look forward to:
TICKETS CONFIRMED!
Date: June 1 & 2
Time: 9pm
Where:Avalon Ballroom
Prices: Tickets start at $90
Award winning comedian, actor, author, producer and host of the late night television show The Daily Show, Jon Stewart takes the stage with his unique blend of wit, charm and humour.
Buy tickets today at Fallsview Casino Resort's Box Office (open Noon-8pm), at all Ticketmaster locations, by calling Ticketmaster at 1-877-833-3110 or online at www.ticketmaster.ca.
Ticket Limit: There is a 6 (six) ticket combined purchase limit per customer. Orders exceeding the published ticket limit may be cancelled without notice by Ticketmaster at its discretion. This includes duplicate orders having the same billing address or credit card.
Must be 19 years of age or older to purchase tickets or attend Avalon Ballroom performances.
Date: June 1 & 2Time: 9pm
Where:Avalon Ballroom
Prices: Tickets start at $90
| BUY TICKETS |
Award winning comedian, actor, author, producer and host of the late night television show The Daily Show, Jon Stewart takes the stage with his unique blend of wit, charm and humour.
Buy tickets today at Fallsview Casino Resort's Box Office (open Noon-8pm), at all Ticketmaster locations, by calling Ticketmaster at 1-877-833-3110 or online at www.ticketmaster.ca.
Ticket Limit: There is a 6 (six) ticket combined purchase limit per customer. Orders exceeding the published ticket limit may be cancelled without notice by Ticketmaster at its discretion. This includes duplicate orders having the same billing address or credit card.
Must be 19 years of age or older to purchase tickets or attend Avalon Ballroom performances.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Motivated?
Motivation is hard to come by.
It is fueled by encouragement,
which is given out
in great quantities
by those who either have a vested interest in your achievement
or by those who share in your lack of motivation.
it is mutually motivational.
Do Passers-by take an interest?
And why would they?
That thought is hardly motivating.
It is fueled by encouragement,
which is given out
in great quantities
by those who either have a vested interest in your achievement
or by those who share in your lack of motivation.
it is mutually motivational.
Do Passers-by take an interest?
And why would they?
That thought is hardly motivating.
Friday, February 09, 2007
No Legs
Last night I had a bunch of dreams, which probably means I didn't sleep well--probably because I wasn't looking forward to my day o' 2 interviews.
Anyway,
I had a dream I was at work, opening the doors for the sea of Old people who were swarming out of the theatre as I was moving toward it to open the doors and turn on the lights. I went to get the light switch as I lost all control of my legs and lay useless on the ground, unable to stand up or move around... It sucked.
I looked it up and got this out of it:
To dream that you legs are wounded or crippled, signifies a lack of balance, autonomy, or independence in your life. You may be unable or unwilling to stand up for yourself. Perhaps you are lacking courage and refuse to make a stand.
I don't know what it is I need to make a stand about, seems to me I'm always making stands about this or that. Didn't help that later on in the night I dreamed Mike was being a complete ass to me in a hockey arena. I kept having to make him pay attention to me. At the same time, we lost Milton's pet lizard and dog. (He um... doesn't actually own any of these animals, but they both got lose in my dream apparently)
It was fucked.
Ok, more interpretations:
Boyfriend
To see your boyfriend in your dream, represents your waking relationship with him and how you feel about him.
Friend
To see your friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.
Arena
To see or dream that you are in an arena, indicates that you need to be in an environment where you can freely express yourself. You need a stage or platform for yourself expression. Alternatively, the dream may indicate that there is some issue or problem that needs to be brought into the open.
To see a lizard in your dream, signifies your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded.
Dog
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
Hockey
To dream that you are playing or watching hockey, symbolizes the achieving and protecting of your goals. It suggests that you may be be dealt with a lot of hard blows in your life.
Anyway,
I had a dream I was at work, opening the doors for the sea of Old people who were swarming out of the theatre as I was moving toward it to open the doors and turn on the lights. I went to get the light switch as I lost all control of my legs and lay useless on the ground, unable to stand up or move around... It sucked.
I looked it up and got this out of it:
To dream that you legs are wounded or crippled, signifies a lack of balance, autonomy, or independence in your life. You may be unable or unwilling to stand up for yourself. Perhaps you are lacking courage and refuse to make a stand.
I don't know what it is I need to make a stand about, seems to me I'm always making stands about this or that. Didn't help that later on in the night I dreamed Mike was being a complete ass to me in a hockey arena. I kept having to make him pay attention to me. At the same time, we lost Milton's pet lizard and dog. (He um... doesn't actually own any of these animals, but they both got lose in my dream apparently)
It was fucked.
Ok, more interpretations:
Boyfriend
To see your boyfriend in your dream, represents your waking relationship with him and how you feel about him.
Friend
To see your friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.
Arena
To see or dream that you are in an arena, indicates that you need to be in an environment where you can freely express yourself. You need a stage or platform for yourself expression. Alternatively, the dream may indicate that there is some issue or problem that needs to be brought into the open.
Lizard
To see a lizard in your dream, signifies your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded.
Dog
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
Hockey
To dream that you are playing or watching hockey, symbolizes the achieving and protecting of your goals. It suggests that you may be be dealt with a lot of hard blows in your life.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Bertha
I really don't think it's THAT weird to name the giant inanimate objects we work with.
Ethyl and Bertha look great in those far corners, I think.
Ethyl and Bertha look great in those far corners, I think.
Hip.
I knew on New Year's Eve, when Mike cashed in at the Fallsview Casino that this was going to be a lucky year for him. Yesterday was no exception.
These tickets for the Hip concert were a gift for Mike's upcoming birthday. Our seats for the concert at Scotiabank Place were really decent. Front row in the stands. Section 117 Row A. Like I said, pretty decent. Not on the ground level, which I would have liked, but still, they were pretty much the next best thing - they were better, even, than a big portion of the floor seats, anyway.
So we were sitting there, kinda buzzed, waiting for the Hip to begin their set after the Constantines finished up with theirs. Literally seconds before Gord and the gang stepped onto the stage this random guy walks up to Mike, hands him these tickets and says: "Here man, tickets for you and the lady."
So the screams commence as the Hip open with their newest hit, while Mike and I scrounge though our shit to find our cell phones, tryin' to check to see if these tickets were legit, and better yet, if they were closer to the stage than ours.
Were they ever.
This random guy had given Mike two tickets for ground seats, 6th row from the Stage. Seriously, fuckin' awesome seats. The guy who gave us the tickets was still at his seat with his group of friends or whatever just rockin' out, while the lady tries to figure out what the hell is going on and why the row seems so full. But whatever, two kids get kicked out; a guy for smoking and a girl for standing on the seat, while Mike and I take it easy and enjoy the rest of the show from these phenomenal seats.
It was f*@#in' AWESOME!
Cheers to whoever came up with the ol' "sneak your friends into the movie theatre" trick. Cuz it paid off for us yesterday!
Thanks, random guy who gave us your awesomely more expensive than our tickets!
And way to go Mike for being a good luck charm.
What a great night!!
For anyone who cares, this was the set list. We got to our new-awesome-tastic seats probably right as they started Grace, Too.
What a great show!
<--- Pic taken w/ Mike's camera phone. My stupid camera ran out of batteries. Still, pretty sweet pic for a camera phone.
Note the proximity to the stage. When one considers where we were supposed to sit, this is significantly more cool and exciting.
AWESOME!
These tickets for the Hip concert were a gift for Mike's upcoming birthday. Our seats for the concert at Scotiabank Place were really decent. Front row in the stands. Section 117 Row A. Like I said, pretty decent. Not on the ground level, which I would have liked, but still, they were pretty much the next best thing - they were better, even, than a big portion of the floor seats, anyway.
So we were sitting there, kinda buzzed, waiting for the Hip to begin their set after the Constantines finished up with theirs. Literally seconds before Gord and the gang stepped onto the stage this random guy walks up to Mike, hands him these tickets and says: "Here man, tickets for you and the lady."
So the screams commence as the Hip open with their newest hit, while Mike and I scrounge though our shit to find our cell phones, tryin' to check to see if these tickets were legit, and better yet, if they were closer to the stage than ours.
Were they ever.
This random guy had given Mike two tickets for ground seats, 6th row from the Stage. Seriously, fuckin' awesome seats. The guy who gave us the tickets was still at his seat with his group of friends or whatever just rockin' out, while the lady tries to figure out what the hell is going on and why the row seems so full. But whatever, two kids get kicked out; a guy for smoking and a girl for standing on the seat, while Mike and I take it easy and enjoy the rest of the show from these phenomenal seats.
It was f*@#in' AWESOME!
Cheers to whoever came up with the ol' "sneak your friends into the movie theatre" trick. Cuz it paid off for us yesterday!
Thanks, random guy who gave us your awesomely more expensive than our tickets!
And way to go Mike for being a good luck charm.
What a great night!!
For anyone who cares, this was the set list. We got to our new-awesome-tastic seats probably right as they started Grace, Too.
01: The Lonely End of the Rink
02: New Orleans is Sinking
03: Grace, Too
04: Bobcaygeon
05: Family Band
06: Ahead By A Century
07: In View
08: Poets
09: Fiddler’s Green
10: World Container
11: Springtime in Vienna
12: At the Hundredth Meridian
13: Long Time Running
14: The Kids Don’t Get It
15: Fully Completely
16: Wheat Kings
17: Yer Not The Ocean
18: 3 Pistols
19: Blow at High Dough
Encore
20: The Drop-Off
21: COVER: “Like A Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan
22: Little Bones
What a great show!
<--- Pic taken w/ Mike's camera phone. My stupid camera ran out of batteries. Still, pretty sweet pic for a camera phone.Note the proximity to the stage. When one considers where we were supposed to sit, this is significantly more cool and exciting.
AWESOME!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Work-Related Sleep Disorders
I woke up in the middle of the night
to get a glass of water,
When I tried to get back to sleep,
all I could think about was
Political Party Press Releases,
Narrating my difficulties sleeping.
Though temporarily frustrating,
this proved more effective
than counting sheep.
to get a glass of water,
When I tried to get back to sleep,
all I could think about was
Political Party Press Releases,
Narrating my difficulties sleeping.
Though temporarily frustrating,
this proved more effective
than counting sheep.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
An Open Letter to the Television Program LOST
Dear LOST,
I am writing to inform you that I am physically unable to wait for February for you to return to me. Without you, where will I find my daily dose of really crazy, inexplicably fucked up shit? (Seriouly, polar bears.. giant black smoke fists..what else do you call that?)
I am writing to inform you that you will be replaced as my main televised addiction by the mightly Scrubs as of November 30th, but and even though I do share a love for this program, there will be times when my frustration will shine through and fear not... I will curse the amount of days until you return safe and sound to that glowing box responsible for many a killed brain cells and future requirements of laser eye surgery.
I beg of you, please come back to us soon.
Sincerely,
Oh man, I need to get out more.
I am writing to inform you that I am physically unable to wait for February for you to return to me. Without you, where will I find my daily dose of really crazy, inexplicably fucked up shit? (Seriouly, polar bears.. giant black smoke fists..what else do you call that?)
I am writing to inform you that you will be replaced as my main televised addiction by the mightly Scrubs as of November 30th, but and even though I do share a love for this program, there will be times when my frustration will shine through and fear not... I will curse the amount of days until you return safe and sound to that glowing box responsible for many a killed brain cells and future requirements of laser eye surgery.
I beg of you, please come back to us soon.
Sincerely,
Oh man, I need to get out more.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Abuse
So, funny story.
The other day at work, this guy who didn't have a ticket tried to use the bathroom. I told him he couldn't use it. After a few more shut down attempts to get in to the luxurious facilities that Empire Theatres provides the fourth floor of the Rideau Centre... he stormed off calling me a bitch, then he called me a "fucking jew".
It was a good start to my shift.
... and still I fail to see the connection between the Jews and not allowing someone to use the can.
oh well.
The other day at work, this guy who didn't have a ticket tried to use the bathroom. I told him he couldn't use it. After a few more shut down attempts to get in to the luxurious facilities that Empire Theatres provides the fourth floor of the Rideau Centre... he stormed off calling me a bitch, then he called me a "fucking jew".
It was a good start to my shift.
... and still I fail to see the connection between the Jews and not allowing someone to use the can.
oh well.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Rats!
What with the infestation on the terrace at the Rideau Centre, I thought it'd be appropriate to inform everyone that Flushed Away was a SPLENDID movie. It was, in fact, almost too cute! I almost want to rescue a few slugs and keep them as pets just for some occasional background music.
(This pic is from when Hugh Jackman realizes that wasn't rice he was cooking with... and the slugs are telling him what the rice really was. Again, so funny, and too cute.) Look at those cute little SLUGS!!!!!
More good news about movies. I found out Rideau's getting Borat on Friday. Which means that a) we're gonna have a screening for employees: (Flippin' SWEET!) and b) we're gonna be stupidly busy over the weekend, but it'll be well worth it!
BORAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
a thought
A customer from the movie theatre today helped me move my ladder after his show was over. I told him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted.
I guess there still is a bit of good left in people.
I guess there still is a bit of good left in people.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Friday the 13th: A Different kind of spooky
So, I guess I've been blogging for over a year now, and I think I should get some sort of blogger-anniversary gift for using their free blog-service. Or maybe not.
Friday the 13th could have been cool this year, but instead I had to spend it at a baseball banquet with a bunch of people who spent most of the season ignoring me. Female MVP this year went to the girl with the most strike-outs. Sounds about right. And after the loud Dance Mix '96 CD was about half way through, right before the karaoke, but just at about the time when the party began to feel like an awkward family gathering with drunken older relatives, we left the hall with enough time to salvage a couple episodes of Scrubs Season 4, which came out to DVD a short while ago.
I re-organized my bedroom a while ago. There's surprisingly a lot more room than I would have figured in this tiny little place. Now the big question being raised is how I'm going to un-staple my posters off the wall to make them look good with the moved-furniture and whatnot.
I'm working like mad at the cinema lately and putting in my 6 hours of work from home with the University. Right about now, the only thing relatively exciting I've got going is the prospect of a good party on Halloween night. Costume came in the mail last week, so now I've just got to figure out ways to style my hair and find out when and where the next Star Trek convention's taking place. Awesome.
Well that's my update.
Friday the 13th could have been cool this year, but instead I had to spend it at a baseball banquet with a bunch of people who spent most of the season ignoring me. Female MVP this year went to the girl with the most strike-outs. Sounds about right. And after the loud Dance Mix '96 CD was about half way through, right before the karaoke, but just at about the time when the party began to feel like an awkward family gathering with drunken older relatives, we left the hall with enough time to salvage a couple episodes of Scrubs Season 4, which came out to DVD a short while ago.
I re-organized my bedroom a while ago. There's surprisingly a lot more room than I would have figured in this tiny little place. Now the big question being raised is how I'm going to un-staple my posters off the wall to make them look good with the moved-furniture and whatnot.
I'm working like mad at the cinema lately and putting in my 6 hours of work from home with the University. Right about now, the only thing relatively exciting I've got going is the prospect of a good party on Halloween night. Costume came in the mail last week, so now I've just got to figure out ways to style my hair and find out when and where the next Star Trek convention's taking place. Awesome.
Well that's my update.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Sticky Buns
I can't believe it's already October. What the hell happened to the summer? It's getting cold, and I've got to say that I am definitely not looking forward to another Ottawa winter.
I turned down a kegger tonight to watch Annie Hall and When Harry Met Sally. I don't know if that's sad or not. It is what it is. Now I don't have to worry about whether or not the Ottawa Film Society allows us to screen their films for the cinema employers because it's the only one I really wanted to see that I hadn't already seen.
Work at the cinema was shit today. I left home in a bad mood because I couldn't find my keys and when I got to the mall, everyone there seemed a couple degrees more stupid than usual. Must be because it was Saturday. It seems to me though, that you don't leave your crying child at the bottom of the most busy escalator in the Rideau Centre because he's too much of a whoosie to get on the damn thing. ESPECIALLY not when there's a line up of dozens of people expecting to get on the damn thing. Some people really shouldn't procreate. This kid's parents are a prime example. Anyway, then I got harped on for still being bitter about this shitty gift I got at our cinema's secret Santa last Christmas. Well EXCUSE me if I thought that people there knew me a bit better than to stock up on shit they bought at the Dollar Store moments before the exchange. How thoughtful! I guess I know what to expect now and plan on not participating this year if we hold another Secret Santa.
Selfishness (Def'n): Manager tells you about a cool new movie poster that you'd be interested in. While overhearing the news about this poster, co-worker sneaks away from listening in and signs up as having dibbs on the poster as soon as it becomes available to bring home before you have the opportunity to because you're still in mid-conversation with the person telling you about it.
Really makes me think about why I'm still working there...
oh wait...
yeah, Jackass 2 was hillarious when I saw it yesterdayand ... yeah,I saw it for free.
and... the Last Kiss, which I saw 3 times so far.. Wouldn't have been able to do that if I didn't work here...
I guess that answers that question.
I put some pics up on my MSN spaces from when Paul Brown and Curtis came to visit a few weeks back. Paul's in Ottawa today and I'd invited him to that kegger, but alas, Woodly Allen and Billy Crystal won tonight. Here's a glimpse at the pictures I put up:
oh well, nevermind... looks like the photo uploading doesn't want to work tonight. Surprise surprise... freaking blogger.
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