Monday, October 27, 2008

Boom di a da

I just saw a commercial on tv for the Discovery Channel, called I Love the Whole World.

Enjoy. Here's the Canadian version (complete with Jay Ingram).

I love the world too.

I think it's just a hangover, but...

I just can't get over the feeling like I'm doing a crap job here, and they're just waiting and waiting to tell me. What I have to say is not worth saying, what I write is pedestrian tripe, and anybody reading what I write or rewrite or edit is inwardly (or behind my back) rolling their eyes.

Reasons? Today, well, I think it's because i broke a nail and couldn't break my pill in half last night, so I was going to take it this morning and didn't. And because since I started here 3 weeks ago I've been essentially working 9 to 5, and not on weekends and at night, I'm falling asleep at around 9. It's super busy here, and in comparison to everyone else - and in comparison to the effort I was exerting at the b*tch shack, I'm slacking.

Plus, I applied to a whole bunch of jobs, and have only had one single interview, and haven't heard back from anybody else. I'm feeling rather past my best-before date.

Gah. Apologies for going on and on with this negativity.
So here's a positive note: I tried a new place for coffee this morning, and had a vanilla hazelnut. It was super cheap, and totally delicious. Plus my new umbrella is really pretty (photo: not mine, unfortunately, but the umbrella looks just like this one; this pic is from

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Another weird in edgewise

See? Everyone wants to get their one weird word in.

And yesterday, it was one of my favourite bloggers, Mary from The Eleventh. Her humour and unique, intelligent point of view aside, isn't her nameplate pic amazing?

In other news: We got Charlie's class picture. It took all evening, but I got him to tell me the name of every single kid in the class. A small miracle.

Speaking of weirdness, here's some news: I'm happy at work. The place is crazily busy, but it's also collaborative and friendly, and has a really nice lunch room with magazines and they ordered in lunch the other day and brought in two RMTs because people have been working so hard, and there's lots of windows and good coffee, and the receptionist makes it every morning and puts a little saying on the coffee pot, like, yesterday's said something like, "You make this company a better place".

Pretty nice, eh? I'm booked for another 3 weeks. I really hope I get to work there longer.

And, to wrap up: A thought from my last bike ride through Chinatown on blogging versus graffiti:

Sunday, October 19, 2008


There was another layer to the list of stuff I was missing in my verge-of-tears ennui last night: I miss my cats.

Charlie and I got to visit them a few times this week because their new "owners" were on holiday, and they always ask me first for catsitting duty.

Linus and Lucy lived with me for ten years (Lucy for nine; she's younger), and now they live with my friends -- long story short: my husband couldn't breathe, and I decided I could give up the cats if it meant my hub would live, and be a father to our new baby (L&L left us 4 years ago).

But I cried giving them up; seven buckets of tears, in fact. The happy ending is that they are very well loved living with my friends, and I can visit them, and when I do, they are exactly the same. Wonderful and furry.

Lucy is sweet, friendly, and wants nothing more than a tummy rub, which is lovely because her tummy is so big and soft.

Linus is neurotic, loyal, and has to check out everything new he encounters, with great trepidation.

It was so much fun to see them. And it always makes me a teeny bit sad when I have to leave them again.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Making OPEC cry

Charlie and I saw a billboard last night that made me laugh out loud. It said,
Fit make OPEC cry.
Fit is go!

It's extra fun and funny because our new car is a Fit, and we were driving it when we saw the billboard. And so far we like it a lot; it's pretty, you can "fit" a lot of stuff in it because you can fold the seats down six ways from Sunday, and it's super-duper fuel efficient; on our trip to the nation's capital last week, we averaged 5.0 litres per 100 km (we know because the car told us).
It's not really like me to write, or even talk, about cars much at all. But as sad as I was so see the old one go bye-bye, I freaking love the new one.

Tip: we got the car through a car broker, and I'd highly recommend that experience. You get to know the markup, and the price you get is the total price, without any mysterious administrative fees. The car came with a full tank of gas, and a box of cannolis. Nice. The pic was taken about 20 minutes after we picked it up. It was raining, but we were happy.

In other news: I'm feeling slightly on the verge today. Not sure why. It's funny being "the freelancer" again at work, but on the whole it's going well, I'm getting lots of appreciation, and it looks like my short-term contract will be extended a bit. I've also applied for a bunch of jobs, but truthfully, I'd like to be hired fulltime, doing writing and editing, where I'm currently freelance. Since I've worked there before - actually I've been there on and off over the last 13 years - I know lots of people, I know most of the procedures, and it also has the advantage of being somewhat new because they're in a lovely new office location, also with a new president. But mostly I like it because it's comfortable for me personally.

And that whole other j*b thing really took its toll. Emotionally, I invested a lot there, and today some sadness about losing what I invested crept back in. I worked hard at developing ties there, and I succeeded, and therefore now I miss them - including (and I know it sounds weird) my cycling route. There were even kids in the neighbourhood near the office who'd say hi as I rode by every day, ever since I stopped at their lemonade stand one day. And there was a stretch of houses that looked like a street in Charlie's Curious George book. I miss it, and I miss the girls in the coffee shop, and I miss the fountains in the lobby, and I miss all the people I worked with (save one, obviously) and talked with from all over North America. I even miss the odd little woman in the TTC booth who never seemed to do anything but draw pictures (she didn't even sell tokens). And call me sentimental, but I even miss riding under the 401.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Blog Action Day: the day after

It's the day after another Conservative win here in Canada, which means it's a terrible day for people below the poverty line, or hovering above. In fact, even a Liberal win would not have cheered me up much. The best news would've been even more seats for the NDP.

People like my parents give me hope. Every week they - the original champions of the underdog - work at their local food bank. It's located in a basement, and my folks aren't young, so it means carrying boxes of food down the stairs and spending hours on their feet, serving their "customers". My dad is the keeper of the cash donations, and occasionally dashes out of the house to the hospital or shelter to deliver money to people in crisis. Through the week, my mom spoons out coffee and laundry detergent into baggies - it was her idea to expand from just giving out food. She figures people should be able to have a coffee. And they should be able to wash their clothes; helps to be clean if you have a chance at a job interview.

I'm proud of them, and wish that there were more people like them out there, especially on Parliament Hill.

Thursday, October 9, 2008


I've been working on short-term contract at the new offices of my old employer. It's just great! GREAT! There's still lots of people working there that I know and like and respect, and I'm getting a lot of support and respect. What could be better. I'm healing.

Good night.

Monday, October 6, 2008

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y- NIGHT! means fun, memories, a date and friends

I realize I'm showing my age, referencing the Bay City Rollers. But as wonderful as their S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y- NIGHT! song was, in my defence, I must insist that I was not a fan of their back in the day because I was too busy being a fan of Rene Simard. In grade 9, my wonderously dedicated Dad drove me and my friends Pam and Michelle and at least one other girl down to the Ontario Place Forum to see him in concert. Just a couple years later, my friend K and I wanted to go see Billy Idol, but Dad said no; not quite as wholesome I gather. And not too many years ago, my friend D and I went to see Rene Simard in The Phantom of the Opera. Never did get to see Billy Idol.

We had my parents babysit Charlie on Saturday night, and they came prepared with a new, very cool book for Charlie called "365 Stories and Rhymes for Boys". Plus, my dad introduced Charlie - via youtube - to Mr Dressup! He is now officially a fan, and it warms my heart. Because I have a Mr Dressup story.
When I was about 5, Mr Dressup visited my skating class. He did a bunch of funny stuff, slipping and sliding on the ice, and then, at the end of the class, he gave out great big lollipops with our names on them.

We all stood in a circle on the ice. Mr Dressup called out our names, one by one, and as he did so, each child would skate over to him to accept their lolly. Each child but one, that is.

It wasn't a big class. I'm sure he knew which kid was frozen in place on the ice having a complete meltdown of shyness. My mom was knocking on the glass, trying to get me to go to him, but it's not like I didn't hear him calling me, I just could not move. After the class was over and Mr Dressup had gone home, or back into the television actually, my skating teacher gave me the lollipop. A little part of me wishes I hadn't been so shy, but it was really overwhelming enough at that age to have been in such close proximity to greatness, and I was still happy to get the lolly with my name on it.

Back to Saturday night: Charlie had a wonderful time with my parents, and it really just makes me so happy to see how much they enjoy him. Bonus: I got to go out on a date with my lovely husband to an event.

Here's something weirdly nice: Oddly enough, at the event we attended I happened to get seated beside someone who might turn out to be a new friend. We were chatting happily, enjoying the event, and eventually we got around to what we "do". Turned out she's also a writer, whose name I've heard on and off for years. And since we've worked with many of the same people and clients over those years, she'd been hearing my name too. But we'd never actually met in person. So much fun!

In other news: I've got work. I'm happily booked solid for the next several weeks, ensconced in the insanely busy world of my former employer. It is ridiculously busy there, but it's an ocean of support for me. It so nice to see so many friends in a place of work. Lots and lots of light too!
(photos: not taken by me)

Friday, October 3, 2008

Motivation is a funny thing

I can't figure out why sometimes I feel so stalled and exhausted. Other times, I can get myself into gear with little trouble, tackling stuff I couldn't even come close to doing hours - or days - before.

This morning was the stalled and exhausted part. I felt like it was all too much, and there was no hope of doing much more than updating my facebook status, once I got out of bed, that is. This afternoon, well, I even wrote another cover letter and applied to another job (I think that makes 6; or is it 7?), called to see what happened to them (as my poor old car sits on death row; turns out their tow-truck broke down; funny, eh?), contacted human resources with some final-payment questions, etc., etc., and now I'm heading out to order some funky glasses.

We've got a busy social weekend ahead of us, which always stresses me out and makes me just want to go back to bed. The fact that at the end of these busy social weekends I always feel so happy and full of good feelings doesn't help.

In other news: We've really been enjoying this quirky, entertaining show: Pushing Daisies. We rented the DVDs. It's weird, but not too weird, pretty to look at, and very sweet like a nice fresh piece of pie.

The daisies in the pic were on the roadside near Buttermilk Falls.

Now off I go to order the glasses. Next, cleaning for our guests!