Old

What the hell am I doing, already being a bridesmaid? Dina - I'm going to get you for making me feel all old and stuff. For what it's worth, at least she isn't making me wear seafoam green. (like that commercial.. remember? yeah... THOSE were the days) Anyway, check out the dress she's going to let me wear:

If it looks half as good on me as it does on this broad, then I'm all set!! :D

I guess this brings about a discussion on new beginnings. I officially live in two different apartments as of today. The hard part is going to be moving all my shit out of this one into the new one. I think this will bring some seriouly good changes to my time in Ottawa, because let's face it, my history, since I've moved to Ottawa, has not been built upon having great roomates. I mean, most of them were good, but everyone has their breaking point, I think. Everyone gets to the point where it's like, if you don't know someone well enough, and you're still living with them, the relationship has the possibility of going to ways: If you made the effort to get to know the person, you can build a friendship that could potentially last a long time. But this can't be entirely dependent on your actions, it has to be reciprocal. If, for example, your roomate doesn't make the attempt.. and say, gets drunk alone, has sex loud enough that you can hear it when you're trying to take a dump or makes you want to throw them off the balcony, OR, say, they, being deeply involved with another individual, ignore you, leave school, work in the chocolate business, get married and move away OR sicken you by the their general outlook on life, women, religion, politics and society, well then... the relationship doesn't have much chance of flouroshing. If, on the other hand, an effort is made - then potentially a lot of good can come from it. But again, it's not entirely dependent of one individual. I suppose this is the ridiculous nonsense I try to rationalize as I leave a big chunk of who I am in Ottawa behind and try for a totally new way of existence. Starting with the new job and now with the new apartment, I'm looking forward to what's to come. Even if it means going to school in the summer, at least I know I'll even have a couple new pals there to help out when the going gets tough and what not, and to share in common enjoyment of silly things, like Trailer Park Boys, or ... jokes about buying cookies and such. But now I'm just babbling.

I had lunch today at Baton Rouge, we took one of the ladies out who will shortly be taking off on maternity leave. It was a lot of fun. This new place is so much better than the last... the work is more satisfying (abeit still not totally connected to PoliSci), but the people there make me feel, and I know this is corny, like I'm actually part of a team. It's good to feel that way. One of the ladies I worked with even said she would for sure take me back if ever I wanted to do another work term with them. I mean, I've not even been there a month, and I'm busy as hell there, but it's just GOOD, you know? Except, it won't give me much time to work on my work term report... not like making ID cards did... in the middle of July, .. when everyone's gone on summer vacation... and I was enjoying the weather indoors, ALL SUMMER LONG!!! But that's in the past... let's get over it, shall we?

Happy birthday to Paul Okrutny tomorrow. I'll be working all day so I probably won't get the opportunity to say it to him. I hope Romeo Dallaire sends you a card or something, now that you two are best buddies.... wish I were best buddies with someone like Romeo Dallaire, but NO, I have to be best pals with a girl making me feel damn old lately, (doesn't this tie in nicely) but who, I'm sure, is going to be dancing on a cloud for the next year or so, even though she's driving me nuts asking me for all these measurements and deposits and wedding gifts and .... nah, I'm just kidding. LOFE DEEDEE.

Anyway, Brie goes to sleep now because she works a double tomorrow and gets the keys to her new place.

Everybody was kung-fu fighting... (and so forth) (MMMMMMmmmmmmm JD)

Does anybody read this?

Whipeout!

Let me tell you something . . . I am in LOVE with THIS man:

Ugh.. I've been watching so much Scrubs lately, I feel I should switch out of poli sci and into medicine... but I've never been good at science, and it's just flat out a silly idea to begin with, so I'll just stick to poli sci for the moment. . .

But what's so good about poli sci? I mean, who is there to look at in politics? (because that's what's important!!!) All the attention is focused on freakin Harper now, and he's not particularly pleasing to the eyes (albeit better than Martin was) and how HORRIBLE was it that he was sent to the (not private) hospital the other night for an "asthma attack." 1) Faking an illness shouldn't a priority for your political agenda and you probably shouldn't joke about shit like that. 2) Even if it was a real asthma attack, I mean, great. Our new prime minister is a sissy! Fantastic.

That being said, I'll now mention something completely off topic. The Rideau Canal was open yesterday for like, a couple hours on account of the fact that it had been cold for a bit, but now it's back up to like 5 degrees which is MENTAL, but also pretty fucking awesome!! Except that I didn't spend anytime outside today.. but yesterday... yesterday I went skating for the first time in 2 years because I was too lame to go last year. Anyway, After a hard time getting Mike's skates on (a former hockey player, eh?! pfft...) we skated for quite a while til we found a BeaverTails stand that was suprisingly still open at 11 pm, which is awesome. The whole event built up to this most ridiculous moment when I was racing Mike to get to the bench, and, in spite of our continual comments on how the canal was starting to thaw and there were patches that weren't quite skate-able on the ice, I got stuck in one of these sed spots and took the most amazing whipe out. I was quite impressed! Although I think my neck is paying for it today, it was still v. blog worthy.

And how I'm going to hop into my hideous green and yellow circus-like polo shirt and head down to the Rideau for some good ol' fashionned popcorn bitchin'. Too bad I lost my hat. No stress about that though, I'll just take my mind off of it by thinking about staring at this man...:

Oh yeah... that's what I'm talkin' bout!

Whole lotta nothin' going on...

It used to be that I would always have something to write about, but now I can't really think about anything,

I can tell you I was surpised to see a photo of Stephen Harper with a kitten today.

What was surprising, is that, he wasn't trying to eat it, you see...

Whatever. The new job is keeping me real busy. Every day while I'm working hard, they let me listen to music, whether it be CDs or the radio online. I've been listening to the Edge a lot. Radio stations in Ottawa re nothing compared to what we have back home. I guess little things like that are making me a little bit homesick, but, to be quite honest, I don't really have time to be homesick. It sucks because next week, I won't have Shannoon to e-mail me, so the days are probably going to pass a lot slower. Even though I'm a lot busy now than I was working for CRA, it still helps to be able to have some remote connection to a social life outside of work, when you're stuck within its walls.

I don't want to mention anything about my upcoming move for fear that it'll be jinxed like last time. GAH, for some reaons my internet is so slow tonight, and it's making me want to shit my pants, so this is where I leave, good fols, with a hope that soon I'll have enough time to sit down and write something that has some value.

END TRANSMISSION

Nothing to complain about

I don't know why I haven't had anything to blog about lately. Something must be wrong with me. I mean, normally I can find something to complain about. . . ANYTHING. . .

like, bad dreams about weird butterfly-like insects ripping off the flesh of my forehead,

or at LEAST the weather, but last week the weather was great... not like tonight where I was forewarned by the weather network that I'd be walking home this evening with ICE PELLETS falling on my head. Gee, that was comfortable.

Maybe it's the 3 hour Tuesday lecture I should complain about, because other than that, Tuesdays are pretty good in my books, because, no matter how long or shitty the day at work was (which it wasn't, because I enjoy my job (so far)) or how long the lecture is, and how annoying those 3 kids in class who never shut up are, or how painful the ice pellets falling on my head are, there are always two truly amazing people waiting for me to get back to the apartment.

That's right...

Rick Mercer and Zach Braff.

*sigh*

(WHAT? You didn't think I was going to say Mike and Moses did you? What are you? CRAZY?)

Anyway, one new Mercer report + 2 new Scrubs = a Happy girl.

And speaking of happy girls, I'm going to be one of them again tomorrow upon the arrival of the Polish prince who, for years has been promising to come visit to Ottawa provided I went and visited Hamilton. Well guess what Pawel, I ain't going to Hamilton!! (because it's smelly!) Moohoohahahahhahahaha. I win!! *More evil laughter*

Anyway, I'm pretty exhausted, so I hope this post will hold me over for the next... well, until I think of something clever to say. It's funny how those things become harder to think about when you're working a 9-5 not-so-creative-but-still-mentally-demanding-PublicServantJEORB.

Right. Tah.

Freakin' ICE PELLETS!

My Space

Just so's y'all know, and if anyone is interested, I posted new photos on my MSN MySpace. Here's the URL if anyone's interested in taking a peek:

http://spaces.msn.com/members/maisondefromage/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&_c02_owner=1&_c=photoalbum

I don't actually know if that'll work, but whatevs -> worth a shot.

They're the first two rolls from my Holidays, starting off with the staff screening of Narnia and our Secret Santa gift exchange (everyone look at all the amazing stuff I got from the Dollar Stores...) then they go on to things like Christmas parties and NYE, hanging out with pals in the good ol' Niagara Peninsula.

Started my first day at my new job today, which was kindof good and bad all at once. Didn't help that the day began in a snowstorm, but I suppose that's the price you pay for living in Ottawa. I'm looking forward to going skating on the Rideau, however. Heard a bunch of theater folk went out and did that while I had the pleasure of well... working at the theater, so that kindof sucked. I guess they were all out for Will's birthday though, so that's fun. A big Happy Birthday shout out to Will for turning old enough to go to the dépanneur for some important concessions.

On that note, I feel like I did my duty in watching the Leader's debate today. I'm pretty excited in that all I have to do to vote this time around is head down to the lobby of my apartment building. Freakin' sweet.

I start back at school tomorrow and let me tell you, I am NOT looking forward to that. The whole co-op thing seems a lot more amusing when you don't have to worry about grades, in my opinion. But thanks to the University of Ottawa's great fun idea of having year-long courses, it means I'll still have to freak out about writing my papers and taking my mid-terms (even if it is only one class a week) but, all while doing the whole full time job thing (and part-time as well, but that's my own bad, and it's probably as ridiculous a decision as say, going to university and college at the same time, right? Sound familiar?)

I went to Montreal the other day for a Habs game with some people from my old job. It was awesome to be one of the only Habs fans on the bus full of Sens fans who all came home miserable on account of their 4-1 loss. It was, quite satisfactory, I must say. That was a day FULL of good news, let me tell you, but I have to keep my mouth shut about the other stuff, so shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

And on the subject of good news: TWO NEW EPISODES OF SCRUBS TOMORROW NIGHT! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

And I leave you with a sample photo from our trip back home:

(@ Fresco's in Ste Cts. for NYE dinner)

Prehistoric Birthday Fun

Happy Birthday to a very good friend who was just recently attacked by a dinosaur trying to steal his BK... and WON!

Glad you kicked that dino's ass and hope you enjoyed your

early-twenty-something-ieth birthday, completely unharmed, boss!

Back to Reality

Driving back to Ottawa from a lovely few week Christmas Holiday was probably one of the best trips I've had coming back to this city. Everything seemed to go well; songs were being sung, people were chatting, we arrived safely and all was well. We got home, and enjoyed an evening of Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, and then, as if to say "Welcome home Brie," a shitload of snow dropped, along with the temperature in an effort I believe was meant to say the following:

Brie, you may have enjoyed yourself over your little vacation.
But that all stops now.
So take that.

And I did.
And I will continue to take it, because I can't control the weather.
But one day...


Oh well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that shit happens, and that even though I had a great time back in the good ol' Niagara Region for the Holidays, one must always remember that play has to be earned, I suppose. And I guess that's what I'm doing here. Earning my play time.

Play time was pretty sweet over the Holidays though, I must say. Except for everyone in my family getting the flu. . . but seeing the WHOLE family countered that, watching the 40 Year Old Virgin over and over did too. So did catching up with old pals, and finally spending some time getting to know new ones. And.. I'm homesick already...

I'll post some photos of the fun times that were had as soon as they get processed. But for now, I'm going to go watch some Scrubs, because I'm addicted and I like to imagine Zach Braff naked.

So, because I missed blogging when I should have been saying this:

Merry Christmas all! And all the VERY BEST for 2006!

Random conversations with myself

Go ahead Brie, Try!
Try and find your pencil case among the disater area that is your bedroom.
Try to find me among the garbage you'll have to pick up
before Saturday
because that's when we're entertaining.

What's entertaining with all the excuses?
or if there are none,
it doesn't stop me from finding my pencil case any quicker
and starting to study.

This is procrastinating.
Blogging is procrastinating.
I resolve that after today
I'll stop all the procrastination.

A New Year's resolution
that will last until the summer time at least
because I don't have school
until then.

Until then... where the hell is my pencil case?

Peanut butter jelly time

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DINA!! (not Josephine!)

May God Bless you on this, your birthday, with all the

gaming action your little fingers can handle!

Right, now that that's out of the way - exams have made it impossible for me to post lately, which is sad, because I have a lot to say, about Walk the Line, about stupid useless Secret Santa, about Narnia, Rent, King Kongbos and so on and so forth, but, I'm just to darn tired... so I'll stick to that theme and tell all a bit about the dreams I've had lately. For some reason, exam season is a good time for me to remember dreams, probably because I'm not sleeping properly, normally I don't recall any of them, so here we go:

I dreamt I was going bald, I had very little hair, and it was really gross, because you could se emy scalp and it looked all old and dry and crusty. It was really nasty. I did some research and came up with the following tidbit of information:

"Losing Your Hair"

http://dreammoods.com/

"To dream that you are losing your hair, denotes that you are concerned with the notion that you are getting older and losing your sex appeal/virility. You are preoccupied with aging and your appearance. Losing you hair also signify a lack of strength and that you do not possess the power to succeed in an undertaking. You may be feeling weak and vulnerable. "

Also, a couple nights ago, I dreamt that my mom and I were attacked, while we were driving in this minivan. We were attacked by these two kids who, looked familiar and I'm pretty sure it's because they used to be in cadets. It was really weird. I mean, we managed to get out, just because the human mind is capable of many things when it comes to manipulating one's dreams, but I did some MORE research and found out the following:

"To dream that you are being attacked by someone, signifies questions on your character and the need for you to defend yourself. You are feeling stressed, vulnerable and helpless. You may also be faced with difficult changed in your waking life."

Weak... vulnerable...stressed... a Jedi knows not these things!

Although I'm still debating whether or not I buy into this Freudian dream interpretation malarky, it still seems to make a lot more sense sometimes...

Like, the sense that it would make for someone to buy a gift for their Secret Santa that that person would actually enjoy, for example, that seems to make sense. Doesn't it? I would think so. More updates to come about that.

In the meantime, I'm off now. Tomorrow is my Shift # 3 left @ my soul-sucking job and I'm going to need some rest so that I can make it through it.

Dreaming of less GST

. . . and I thought it was bad when I had some random dream about a parade for Tony Blair in Scotland. . .

WELL. . . things just got worse.

LAST NIGHT, I dreamt I met Stephen Harper somewheres in Alberta.

And he was a really nice guy, articulate, intelligent, chatty, polite. . .

. . . fun even!

And when I woke up from that dream, I thought to myself:

Oh shit...

THE CONSERVATIVES HAVE FIGURED OUT THE WAY TO BRAINWASH US WHILE WE SLEEP!!

We're all doomed.

Some bizarre caffeine-induced dreams

I dreamt my landlady came into my bedroom, with a strange man in a pink dress shirt that was too small for him came, while I was sleeping, and starting picking apart how messy my apartment was. They left just as I was able to say: "Didn't you know that we decided to keep the apartment?" but they had walked away. The apartment was a lot longer than it really is, and a lost messier and as I followed them to the living room, they were just tearing everything apart. This dream made me hate my landlady even more than I already do. She's such an idiot.

A while ago, when I told her we were going to vacate the apartment, she told me I had to get my dad's permission (because he's the co-signer on the lease.) I was like.. dude, my dad's 8 HOURS away, he's not going to come all this way to sign... but before I could say anything, she was shut down by another lady who works in the office who was like: "No she doesn't. She can just leave a note, fill out the proper paperwork and that's it. She doesn't require the co-signer to do anything..." I was like, YEAH!! IN your FACE!!!

I also remember a time before we moved in, when we first met ths idiot landlady... we walked up to one of the buildings, so we could check out one of the bedrooms and decide if it we were interested in renting. I noticed the building was very near a street called "Ellendale" and being that my roomie was named Ellen, I was like.. "oooooooh, I know why you want to live HERE, Ellen..."

The stupid landlady interrupted and was like "this isn't on Ellendale, it's on Clearview." Or something completely stupid like that. What an idiot. Maybe this doesn' t make any sense to anyone, but I'm so tired from a night's worth of disturbed sleep due to the insane amounts of caffeine that was introduced into my system while at work last night. The stuff helped me write a big portion of my group project as well as a summary required for one of my classes today, but it didn't help with the whole sleeping thing.

Anyway, then I had a dream about two guys; one that I used to know and one that I'm currently angry at. It was weird to see these two people together, and I don't quite understand what it means in my head, but if I find anything out in books or websites about dream interpretation, I'll be sure to keep you all posted.

And now, off to another insanely busy day...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!

A quick post after a VERY long day to wish my mommy a very Happy Birthday!!

BUG HUGS n' KISSES

to the best Mom EVER!!!!

Mom's plea for Zimbabwe

First: A message from Mom:

Since I don't really have time to read anything in the news lately, my mom wants me to pass the message on to everyone that the shit is hitting the fan over in Zimbabwe. She urges everyone (including myself) to visit Amnesty International's site http://www.amnesty.ca and do whatever's possible in helping to persuade the international community to get off its' ass and prevent yet another atrocity in Africa.

(She didn't use such colourful language, I should mention)

Here's a little bit of what's going down over there:

"Today in Zimbabwe, hundreds of thousands of people are internally displaced and destitute, not because of a war, an earthquake or a tsunami, but because their own government has forcibly evicted them, demolished their homes, and destroyed their property and their livelihoods. These acts, totally unjustifiable under international law, have been widely condemned. However, African States have remained conspicuously silent and have not demonstrated the political will to respond to the human rights crisis in Zimbabwe. "

On this note, I've finished my third essay about the Rwandan genocide tonight. And I can't help but think that, up until first year, I had no idea that violence of that magnitude had ever occured apart from during the Holocaust. Call me naive and uninformed, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that, they don't teach this stuff in history classes in high school. Maybe it was just my school, because people in Ottawa seem more informed about so many things "international." Maybe it's the proximity of the Parliament, where everyone goes to protest his or her grievances. Maybe it's the multicultural population. Regardless, someone should be passing this information down the school board so that kids can learn about these things and learn that they are wrong. And then, instead of ONLY teaching them things that happened over 50 years ago (I'm not saying we shouldn't study History, I think it's VERY important to study History so that it doesn't repeat itself...) they should probably receive lessons on the pertinent PRESENT happenings, and NOT ONLY those taking place in Canada, (like the Christmas, no February, no November, no January, no WHENEVER the stupid election's going to take place...) (Sidenote, did anyone see all the Westerners boo-ing Martin @ the football game tonight?)

Here's a SMALL exurp from my essay (actually, it's the concluding sentences)

"The prevention of violence implies a responsibility from the international community, who promised to “never again” allow for such grand-scale atrocities. Rwanda is but one of the failures of the international community to execute this principle."

*Note the double-entente with the word excecute. It's reaching. Not very obvious, but I think if I can make a connection someone else can too. (Hopefully that someone will be the prof)

To move or not to move...

So it's settled then. . . no moving.

"Whhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" - you might be thinking

. . . but alas, 'tis true. Went down to the office to recall my termination of lease notice and I will now be stuck in Westboro for at least four more months, at least. Luckily they weren't angry, they didn't make me sign another year-long lease and they didn't make me sign away my soul or anything.

But there we go.
Stuck out here, at least a half hour away from anything worth doing in this city.

I recall a conversation I had with a work colleague a few days ago, went a little something like this:

Brie: "but nobody's going to want to come all the way out to Westboro to watch a movie!"
Colleague: " I went all the way to Westboro to watch a movie."
Brie: "Yeah... and then you were diagnosed with mono..."

In short, I'm pretty sure this place is cursed.

Otherwise more people would come visit this mess of an apartment I've been calling "home" for the past year... right?

Nah, people are just lazy and cheap to pay the 2 and change it costs to ride the bus.
(Rightly so.)

The Menu

Ok so there's:

a) the possibility of missing siblings at Christmas;

b) the homelessness come January;

c) the boyfriend moving 8 hours away;

d) the being stood up by "friends";

e) the profs putting you down when you aren't well enough to be in class;

f) the unfulfilling and soul-sucking job;

g) the fulfilling but underpaying job;

Let's see what's up next on the menu?

A punch in the face perhaps?
Being hit by a bus maybe?
Being trampled on by a hurd of wild and clawed baboons?

BRING IT ON BITCHES!!!

As JBJ lamely put it:

"When the world gets in my face,
I say:
HAVE A NICE DAY!"

What I say vs. what I mean

In my head, that conversation will always end differently than just:

No I did not ONLY want to be close to it all
because of the convenience;
but rather because of the sunshine
and the positive influence you could have on me.

Public Servant's Creed

A PUBLIC SERVANT'S CREED

'This is my stapler. There are many like it but this one is mine. My stapler is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my stapler is useless. Without my stapler I am useless. I must staple stuff with my stapler true. I must staple straighter than my co-workers, who are trying to staple better than me. I must staple him before he staples me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my staple and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviours of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.'

Work Blog

I wish I could blog at work...

I already spend most of my time there either with my thumb up my ass or e-mailing people. (not simultaneously... I don't think I'm that coordinated... and it would take a long time to type with only one hand on the keyboard...)

Yeah. Blogging at work would rock!

... Just a thought....

WHAT A WEEK!

It seems as soon as I get a moment to relax, a new pile of things to do piles up higher and higher until the idea of free time becomes a clouded memory of something I might have once done, back when I was in high school some time. Speaking of high school, I'm going to recount the events of last weekend and this week in a hope to get some things cleared up before starting up a new and an even MORE busy week. . .

Last Friday, Mike and I hit the road to head back to Niagara for the weekend. It was his friend's birthay, and not having gone home for Thanksgiving, we were well overdue for a trip down to the peninsula. Got stuck in traffic, of course, but still had a good drive. When we got home Blockbuster only had two of the 4 movies I wanted to rent (which is good, because I wouldn't have had time to watch the other 2.) Anyway, when I got home, received a call from a good ol' highschool pal and despite the fact that we never hang out as often as I think we should, we got together for a night out in Ste Catharines wild party scene. After a few drinks with some old pals and somehow ending up at the Grand Buffet at the Fallsview Casino, Saturday appeared with some sunshine...and a headache.

Here is a really REALLY terrible photo (because my stupid camera phone sucks) of les filles who took me out for a nice little homecoming!

Saturday went by like a lightning bolt, probably because I spent most of the day in bed recovering. Anyway, I ended up doing a bit of shopping at the Pen then went home and watched Hotel Rwanda with my mumzie (who reads my blog and has to deal with how well-versed her daughter has turned out) (Fuckin' eh!) What with my research and studies in my political violence class, it seemed an important film to watch. An excellent movie, highly recommended. Anyway, after watching most of that movie, it feels wrong to say, but we went out to dinner. The rents took myself, the boy and the best-friend to dinner @ the Swiss Chalet then we headed off to another branch of the Evil Empire for a soirée of cinematographic excrement. In other words, don't see the Weatherman. We came home and tried to wash away the thoughts of camel toes with something far more entertaining: Star Trek - Nemesis. Picard's clone was awesome -- still pissed that I coudln't be Janeway for Halloween.

Mike and I went to MTs for lunch on Sunday -- I'm beginning to think that's a mandatory stop when home. We tried to hit up Best Buy on the road back to Ottawa so that I could purchase Trekkies, but alas, no such luck. No bunnies at the Big Apple either. Shared pizza in Kingston. Got home, slept. Woke up for job interview. Got the job. At least that's good news. It wasn't the job in Parliament I was hoping to get, but this should still be a really great learning experience. Too bad I still don't have anywhere to live come January.

Class and work and class and work and class and work all week it seemed. Finally the weekend arrives, I wasn't able to attend the Remembrance Day ceremonies at the monument, but I'll be sure to go next year. Group Discussion made me realize that November's half over and I've still got a shitload of work to do. Will ALWAYS have a shitload of work to do.

Fight with the roomate about BBQ made me realize how badly I want out of Westboro, (and how I'd like to cut off his balls in his sleep) but again, no place to live come January. This was made official on Thursday. No living with the boss. Another plan/wish crushed.

Worked all weekend. I'll never look at Steve Martin the same after Shopgirl. Sorry Shannybear for having been so drunk and for babbling on and on at Darcy's Saturday night. Borderline still drunk for work on Sunday morning, but manage to get reading done and get to work on time. Grumpy at first, then giddy, then bored. Somethings you just can't have all to yourself right? Zathura (otherwise known as Jumangi 2) was good because of the company.

No longer able to think in complete sentences. Too much shit right now, not enough to deal with it all with a smile. Time to sleep, methinks.

Victory is Mine!

Well here it is... what I've been waiting for!! My letter of apology from the OC Transpo.

Ah, sweet redemption:

"Good day,

Thank you for your email. Please accept our apologies for the lateness
of
our response. We continue to experience a high volume of email
correspondence.

We, at OC Transpo, recognize that our passengers are the most important
part
of our business. Courtesy and safety to our customers are important
aspects
of our service.

We apologize for the way the operator handled this situation and we
understand how unpleasant it was for you. The operator could have asked
you
in a more polite manor.

Thanks you for bringing this to our attention.

Rebecca
Customer Relations"

Thank you Rebecca!!

(More posts to come about my trip back down to good ol' Niagara!)