Some things have happened really quickly... I've been working pretty hard, lately. It sounds silly to admit it, but I've been busting my ass at work to try to make some form of improvement so that I can move up in the company. For anyone who works in a customer care environment, then the realities of the situation are known. It's not a fun job, overall. The plain truth is, when someone contacts customer care, it's rarely to give thanks for a job well done, but to do the opposite. And w...

I spent the majority of the day jumping through rings in order to get a common prescription... Okay. I am dumb. I knew for sometime (like over a year) that my health card was missing. Since I no longer have a doctor in my hometown, I managed to make it this far by only going to the walk-in clinic in the city where I grew up, and to the hospital here, for what turned out to be a concussion. In both instances, I only had to sign a consent form where the clinic/hospital would send on to t...

old people scare me... I think really old ladies' skin will tear away with the slightest pressure, and I suck in my breath every time I see the old man from the retirement complex attempt to board the bus. Unlike children who are just learning how to walk, they have a resiliency that old people simply don't possess. A wipeout for them is just par for the course. But if Mr. Mathers was to take one wrong step, I'm positive that the wail of an ambulance would be forthcoming. On a day l...

We've got a great big bottle o' rum, and lotsa frozen strawberries. What do you got? (list any additional ingredients needed and a how-to guide.) Cheers!

I'm noticably lighter in color than my sister. At the first hint of summer, we head for the beach, even if it's really too cold to swim for long. We bring everything that day: beach blankets, towels, campchairs, snacks and a big Thermos full of iced-tea. We're already dressed in our swimsuits (she buys a new one each year, and starts the first day out complaining and enquiring about how she looks in it, I've worn the same suit for the past 6 years now, and I'm not planning on buying a ...

I'd hate to be my friend. I'm useless at it. I don't have a phone, because that's all I do all day long as an occupation. I hate speaking to bloody strangers, but I dislike even more, being forced to be companionable enough to participate in hour-long chats from good friends. Don't get me wrong. I love a good conversation over a nice pale ale, or a quick gossip session on a smoke break at work. I'm all into loud, adamant discussions about the state of the world, and comparing notes a...

Even though I said I'd never do it, I've been trying to make some adjustments in beefing up security. I know that it is a bit of a chuckle, considering all of the information that I post in my useless, non-meaningful blogs. It bloody well infuriates me that I feel this need to try to make some changes, when I used to be so happy before. Mind you, this isn't all coming from an isolated event, rather, several situations have come up, and I thought I'd try to figure out a way to make some cha...

I sit on hold for many hours during the week, and send many of my customers to queues with a hold time of more than 20 minutes quite frequently. Sitting in hold is a pain in the arse. I have a time limit that I'm allowed to be in hold for: any more than 2 minutes and I have to either transfer the person to remain there on their own, or I can end the call, and suggest to the customer to call back at a less busy time. There are no less-busy times. Even at 4:00 in the morning, it's busine...

I do have a Blacklist, surprisingly. I'm not one to tear someone down. I follow threads that have that gossippy air, but I usually just sit back and watch it all unfold. I'm like this in 'real' life, too. I'm more than likely to be the quiet one sitting at the end of the bar, nodding along with the conversation, than be on top of the bar, dancing wildly, causing a sensation. At work, I'm polite and encouraging, but I'm not one of those people that are always the centre of attention, in...

I've got two coats. One is a brown corduroy jacket that smells of damp trunk. I left it in there one evening before going away for the weekend, and came back after a rained-out cottage excursion to find it clammy and odd-scented. No matter how many times I wash it, Fabreeze it, Downy it or dry-clean it, the scent is just there. And what does damp trunk smell like anyway? It's that faint odor of motor oil, followed up by a woody smell. All tinged with spring-fresh softness, of course...

So, I've been urged by family members not to leave my Christmas shopping until December 24th, this year. Damn. And I thought they enjoyed the gifts I've given in the past coupla years... It's just as well, as I have no idea where the hell I'm going to pick up a real live unicorn a month before Christmas, let alone the night of. In an odd twist of fate, I've been scheduled by Blue Pumpkin to have five whole days off in a row starting today. Now, I'm definitely not complaining, as ...

I spent part of a morning last weekend sitting outside in the warm wind atop of a lifeguard's lookout. I watched the ducks, geese and swan float around Little Lake, and was partly soothed by 'all that nature' around me, and grossed out by thinking about the pollution count in the murky water. Peterborough water unnerves me. I'm sure that it's contaminated in each and every way that it can be in this country, but oddly, I still drink the water from the tap. I have this feeling that anyone ...

In case anyone didn't get it before, I have some anger issues. While I'm not outwardly upset, I allow alot of it to boil inside, and often have to bite my tongue than go postal on some unassuming person. Usually though, I try to prevent my anger from erupting by eliminating probable annoying scenarios. Then I generally blog about it here. I feel that I must apologize because after attempts at writing for days now, the best that I can come up with is this: I blog about the same damned t...

After reading Tex's article about her boys' costumes and seeing the great pictures, I was hit by a bout of the green monster. Yes, color me green with envy to look at costumes that aren't designed to be worn under a snowsuit and winter boots. How the hell am I supposed to make an Ice Princess costume look spectacular when there is so much remodelling to be done? We bought the costume 2 sizes too big, so that she can wear her winter jacket underneath, but it has to be taken up several cm so...