Sunday was a day for "random cake-age". Must tell you that Shelley is quite the baker. Most impressed by the huge slice she brought with her to give to me yesterday. Did I mention I love fondant? Ah, sweet marshmallowy goodness.
Thank you Shelley for a great lunch. I've missed you.
It's funny that you sometimes get a day at work where for hours absolutely nothing is going on. So Wunder Assistant and I cut out paper snowflakes and taped them to the window in the old accounting office. I like when work turns into grade 1 art class! :)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Da da da da!
The cape fits Karla, and in her fourth day is already making good use of it. Able to answer multi-phone lines in a single swoop. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's SUPER KARLA!
Ok, so you may have guessed that I have a great new assistant in Karla. She's as wild and crazy as I am so you can imagine the noise!
By the fourth day, she's already realized the following:
1. Sales never really does a thorough job entering crap no matter how many times you show them otherwise.
2. I do everyone else's job, including my own.
3. People ask me questions that I'm sure (well partially anyway) they know are outside my area of expertise, but because they are used to me telling them who they can talk to, they come to me first.
4. I am a glorified babysitter, without the sippy cups and wet naps.
5. That I'm weird and strange with my desk chotchkies (plants, crystals, Star Trek Barbies, stuffies, and other wacky things).
6. That I'm obsessed with my doggie.
A special hello to Lauren, whom I miss terribly. I retired your cape and hung it from the rafters like they do at hockey arenas. Hope all is well in beautiful BC.
Ok, so you may have guessed that I have a great new assistant in Karla. She's as wild and crazy as I am so you can imagine the noise!
By the fourth day, she's already realized the following:
1. Sales never really does a thorough job entering crap no matter how many times you show them otherwise.
2. I do everyone else's job, including my own.
3. People ask me questions that I'm sure (well partially anyway) they know are outside my area of expertise, but because they are used to me telling them who they can talk to, they come to me first.
4. I am a glorified babysitter, without the sippy cups and wet naps.
5. That I'm weird and strange with my desk chotchkies (plants, crystals, Star Trek Barbies, stuffies, and other wacky things).
6. That I'm obsessed with my doggie.
A special hello to Lauren, whom I miss terribly. I retired your cape and hung it from the rafters like they do at hockey arenas. Hope all is well in beautiful BC.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Able to leap tall orders in a single bound
Day two of interviews for the "WunderAssistant". I've been told firmly not to call the newbie my "Minion", so this is the last time you'll see or hear me use that term.
Reading resumes has been a highly entertaining experience. I even got a resume from a gentleman who had a truck load of experience. Had a BSc in Chemistry, a Masters in Biology and Zoology, and one dissertation away from a Doctorate. He worked for the SK Government and wrote published papers about the parole system. He also was apparently a professor. This guy took his Doctorate in 1960. YES, 1960. So, if it's say a 6 year program, he would have had to have been say 19 years old in 1954. Doing the backwards math, this would make him born in about 1935ish, which would make him around 74 year old! What, pray tell is a 74 year old man who has this kind of higher education applying for what I would call for him (not really for the next incumbent) a scutt work job? Is he bored at home? Is he lonely? Is his retired wife completely sick of seeing him sit on the couch at home watching soaps all day? I'm tempted to call this guy and take him to lunch just to find out why he applied. Talking to Shaffie, she told me that people of his culture just simply don't retire. Still, want to take him to lunch, that hour would be fascinating.
Some are good, some are too good, some not good enough. The last interviewee was certainly qualified, and seemed eager and nice enough, but there was something...something about her I found grating. If I have to spend 9 hours in a room with someone they have to not be like shredded cheese.
Cape is ready, who wants to wear it?
Reading resumes has been a highly entertaining experience. I even got a resume from a gentleman who had a truck load of experience. Had a BSc in Chemistry, a Masters in Biology and Zoology, and one dissertation away from a Doctorate. He worked for the SK Government and wrote published papers about the parole system. He also was apparently a professor. This guy took his Doctorate in 1960. YES, 1960. So, if it's say a 6 year program, he would have had to have been say 19 years old in 1954. Doing the backwards math, this would make him born in about 1935ish, which would make him around 74 year old! What, pray tell is a 74 year old man who has this kind of higher education applying for what I would call for him (not really for the next incumbent) a scutt work job? Is he bored at home? Is he lonely? Is his retired wife completely sick of seeing him sit on the couch at home watching soaps all day? I'm tempted to call this guy and take him to lunch just to find out why he applied. Talking to Shaffie, she told me that people of his culture just simply don't retire. Still, want to take him to lunch, that hour would be fascinating.
Some are good, some are too good, some not good enough. The last interviewee was certainly qualified, and seemed eager and nice enough, but there was something...something about her I found grating. If I have to spend 9 hours in a room with someone they have to not be like shredded cheese.
Cape is ready, who wants to wear it?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Forgive me for not blogging, and btw Tuna Helper is gross.
To those who read this, or visit this frequently like I know Shelley does on occasion, I haven't blogged much lately. Not because I didn't have much to say, but because when I get on the computer these days, pretty much all I do is check my e-mail, update Facebook for a few moments and call it a night.
So in the interest of updating people here goes:
1. Thank you Shelley for the Happy Birthday wishes! It was a fantastic birthday. I flew to Seattle to see Tori Amos in concert at the Wamu Theatre the day after my birthday. I met a wonderful woman on the shuttle bus from the Sea-Tac Airport to our hotel and we ended up going out for dinner together. She said it was just plain silly of me having dinner by myself on my birthday. So, thank you Gail!
I had the best day toodling around in Seattle on the 10th. I went to the Science Fiction Museum, shopping, Pike's Market and Pioneer Square. I even found a little Breyer in an antique store who begged me to take her home.
Tori as always was fantastic. Although nothing could top meeting her in 2007, this was a pretty close second. Even the opening act One EskimO (yes that's how they spell it) was great. Check these guys out on their MySpace page! The Seattle trip was 38 hours of awesome!
2. Before all this happened, my douchbag landlord decided to get the entire building fumigated on July 1st. I got 6 days notice to move 17 years worth of shit out of my apartment for 24 hours. Nice and happy frickin' Canada day to you too! All turned out ok with the tremendous help of Glenn and his daughter Sarah, Adrien, Clint, Amber and Tony, Shafina, Lauren, Claudia, Chris, and Mom. Thank you also to Candace who let Q and I stay at her house whilst being fumigated (even though she wasn't there and on holiday). Her friend Chris was there and he made me steak on Canada Day after Quincy and I took a long walk in the residential area on the other side of MacLeod Trail. We walked and took a bunch of pictures of flowers. All in all, other than the fumo-move, Canada Day was fun. But, I still don't know what the hell they sprayed for.
3. Got the dreaded front tooth root canal (which hurt like a sonofabitch btw)and subsequent prep for one crown and three veneers. I'd like to tell you this experience has been positive, but the arguements with my dentist as to how I want them have been tiresome. I wanted a normal, didn't care if they were slightly crooked natural smile and he seemed to think I wanted to go Hollywood. He put me in touch with the gang who are actually designing them and now the new waxup looks normal. These temporaries are rough and too bulky, too long and are now causing sores. Plus, because it's one unit, I cannot push air through them to talk and I sound like I'm lisping. The 28th cannot come soon enough. That's D day.
4. Since I have temporary veneers right now in one four teeth unit, I cannot bite into anything. I bought groceries on Tuesday mostly completely devoid of nutrition on the basis they needed to be mushy. BTW, do not EVER buy Tuna Helper. I thought it would be ok and mushy enough for me to eat, but the consistancy of that vile product is liken to wallpaper paste and tastes just about as good. The only saving grace was the four tablespoons of hot sauce I put in it. Someone pass me a fricking carrot already!
5. Work is work, same old same old and my "manager" is still difficult to the extreme to deal with. I don't think she believes in emotion, and thusly doesn't understand how much pride I take in my work. Pride is an emotion I think she simply doesn't get.
So in the interest of updating people here goes:
1. Thank you Shelley for the Happy Birthday wishes! It was a fantastic birthday. I flew to Seattle to see Tori Amos in concert at the Wamu Theatre the day after my birthday. I met a wonderful woman on the shuttle bus from the Sea-Tac Airport to our hotel and we ended up going out for dinner together. She said it was just plain silly of me having dinner by myself on my birthday. So, thank you Gail!
I had the best day toodling around in Seattle on the 10th. I went to the Science Fiction Museum, shopping, Pike's Market and Pioneer Square. I even found a little Breyer in an antique store who begged me to take her home.
Tori as always was fantastic. Although nothing could top meeting her in 2007, this was a pretty close second. Even the opening act One EskimO (yes that's how they spell it) was great. Check these guys out on their MySpace page! The Seattle trip was 38 hours of awesome!
2. Before all this happened, my douchbag landlord decided to get the entire building fumigated on July 1st. I got 6 days notice to move 17 years worth of shit out of my apartment for 24 hours. Nice and happy frickin' Canada day to you too! All turned out ok with the tremendous help of Glenn and his daughter Sarah, Adrien, Clint, Amber and Tony, Shafina, Lauren, Claudia, Chris, and Mom. Thank you also to Candace who let Q and I stay at her house whilst being fumigated (even though she wasn't there and on holiday). Her friend Chris was there and he made me steak on Canada Day after Quincy and I took a long walk in the residential area on the other side of MacLeod Trail. We walked and took a bunch of pictures of flowers. All in all, other than the fumo-move, Canada Day was fun. But, I still don't know what the hell they sprayed for.
3. Got the dreaded front tooth root canal (which hurt like a sonofabitch btw)and subsequent prep for one crown and three veneers. I'd like to tell you this experience has been positive, but the arguements with my dentist as to how I want them have been tiresome. I wanted a normal, didn't care if they were slightly crooked natural smile and he seemed to think I wanted to go Hollywood. He put me in touch with the gang who are actually designing them and now the new waxup looks normal. These temporaries are rough and too bulky, too long and are now causing sores. Plus, because it's one unit, I cannot push air through them to talk and I sound like I'm lisping. The 28th cannot come soon enough. That's D day.
4. Since I have temporary veneers right now in one four teeth unit, I cannot bite into anything. I bought groceries on Tuesday mostly completely devoid of nutrition on the basis they needed to be mushy. BTW, do not EVER buy Tuna Helper. I thought it would be ok and mushy enough for me to eat, but the consistancy of that vile product is liken to wallpaper paste and tastes just about as good. The only saving grace was the four tablespoons of hot sauce I put in it. Someone pass me a fricking carrot already!
5. Work is work, same old same old and my "manager" is still difficult to the extreme to deal with. I don't think she believes in emotion, and thusly doesn't understand how much pride I take in my work. Pride is an emotion I think she simply doesn't get.
Monday, May 25, 2009
2009 Dog Jog with Super Q
Quincy and I attended the 2009 Calgary Humane Society's Dog Jog this past Sunday. It was a lovely warm day and Q sure had fun. He wore his "Official Cookie Taster" scarf and it sure got lots of attention. No wait, it wasn't just the scarf!
He made a bunch of new friends, including a group of three ladies who joked that he was tryng to get their phone numbers. My dog, the chick magnet.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Remembering past loves
Sometimes when my work consumes,I tend to forget the past loves of my life. I'm not speaking of past relationships. Last night I was inspired to re-visit one of my passions that I had been neglecting for so long. Here is the first that inspired me.
This is an excerpt of Letters to a Young Poet, by Ranier Maria Rilke, one of my favorite poets, and from reading Shelley's recent posts, seemed fitting to help soothe her hurt soul.
How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are the beginning of all peoples. They myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
So you must not be frightened, if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall...
This is an excerpt of Letters to a Young Poet, by Ranier Maria Rilke, one of my favorite poets, and from reading Shelley's recent posts, seemed fitting to help soothe her hurt soul.
How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are the beginning of all peoples. They myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
So you must not be frightened, if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall...
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Congratulations Colleen!
I haven't blogged lately, it's been super busy and the days I do go on the computer, the last thing I think about is writing. I just basically want to flop and become Homer Simpson for the evening. (Picture him with a donut drooling).
So, without further ado, I want to send out a BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Colleen, the fellow Tori Amos fan whom Shelley and I met at the Tori Amos concert in Vancouver on December 3rd 2007. She had her baby today! Welcome Jessica, little sister to Jack!
When Tori tours her new recording, I hope she plays in Vancouver again. I'm planning to go, and maybe hop a bus to Seattle too if my Visa can handle it. I'm sure Colleen will be there as well and we can once again share Tori stories. This is what I love about Tori, her music brings fans together and creates friends.
So, without further ado, I want to send out a BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Colleen, the fellow Tori Amos fan whom Shelley and I met at the Tori Amos concert in Vancouver on December 3rd 2007. She had her baby today! Welcome Jessica, little sister to Jack!
When Tori tours her new recording, I hope she plays in Vancouver again. I'm planning to go, and maybe hop a bus to Seattle too if my Visa can handle it. I'm sure Colleen will be there as well and we can once again share Tori stories. This is what I love about Tori, her music brings fans together and creates friends.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Not scared to admit it
Saturday night's alright for Barbie. This is my re-done Movie Mixer Silkstone. I'm not having a mid-life crisis, I'm re-discovering something I loved as a kid. You could sue me, but you all know where I work.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Abnormally Attracted To Sin
No, not me. This is going to be the title of Tori Amos's 10th studio recording due out in the Spring. I'm sooo excited. It's like Chrismakah all over again!
Of course if there's a "special edition", I'm all over that.
Note to Tori though: LOSE THE WIGS. You are a very pretty woman with nice natural hair, you don't need that crap.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Toilet Plunger to the rescue
Warning for the gross mental images, but really, everyone has been in this situation.
Family day rocks when you have a mom come rescue you, not with a dozen muffins, but with a toilet plunger.
Did you know that in the two weeks my mom has been searching for one, not one clerk at the store knew what that was? What the heck do they use to unclog a toilet?? Their bare hands? A big stick? Maybe she wasn't looking in the right places. I'm going to suprise her tomorrow by getting her one at Canuck Wheel.
Family day rocks when you have a mom come rescue you, not with a dozen muffins, but with a toilet plunger.
Did you know that in the two weeks my mom has been searching for one, not one clerk at the store knew what that was? What the heck do they use to unclog a toilet?? Their bare hands? A big stick? Maybe she wasn't looking in the right places. I'm going to suprise her tomorrow by getting her one at Canuck Wheel.
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