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 been at my job now for 557 days. Since the spring, I've had four supervisors, and now I know that this current one is the keeper. She's motivating, upfront, and while she's busy like the rest of them, always seems to have time to answer any out-there questions, without showing the slightest bit of hesitation or reluctance. If she's too busy, she'll set time aside later, or even ask for a reschedule the following day, but also makes it clear that if it can't wait, that she'll put everyt...

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...

Not having television at home, you'd better believe that any show that I get involved in has to be amazing. I first started watching "Lost" when the Season One DVD came out, because I had heard only good things about it up until that point. I was pretty impressed with the cast and crew credits: JJ Abrams can put out his grocery list, and I'd queue up to see what it was like. Matthew Fox is a phenomenal actor; several seasons of "Party of Five" convinced me, and on more than one oc...

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...

I might have mentioned in my last blog how concerned I was about my family. And about the probability of coming down with it, too. With all of them coughing and hacking, I remembered the words of Agent Smith: 'This is the sound of inevitability' . So yeah, I'm sick, my throat hurts, and I am mighty bitter about everything right now. If you were to meet me in real life, I'm sure you'd say what most people say about me. That I'm happy, that I always have time to make someone feel good ...

Everyone in my family is sick. My sister's girl has pneumonia, my sister has a nasty throat infection. My girl has it too, and is now on florescent pink antibiotics that smell sickly sweet. They are all hacking and feverish, and I'm positively dreading the moment that I feel the first tickle in my throat. But damnit, I refuse to get sick. I've only just gotten better from the last round of flu. My first line of defense has been to shoot everyone with nasty glares when they forge...

I've forseen my own death a hundred times... It's a common thing; to dream your own death. In most cases, the way you die tends to symbolize your current worries and fears. Some dream of burning buildings, others of a great, swan-dive. There are people who have dreams shocking moments of pulled-triggers, and forceful thrusts of shining knives. My dream is freefall in slow-motion. We hit the fast flowing water and suddenly everything speeds up, superquick. My sister and I star...