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Saturday, January 31, 2004
What's new with you? How are you doing? You know, I spend so much time writing about myself and my boring freakin' life here, I never really take the time to find out how you're doing.
"Wah wah wah! It's cold outside!"
"Wah wah wah! I'm sooo tired!"
"Wah wah wah! That hobo kicked me as I was strangling him!"
All the whining I do about my little, pitiful existence when there are people out there with real problems, quite possibly even you. Are you doing okay? It's been rude of me not to ask. I'm sorry.
Anyway, enjoy your February. And if you need a bundle of random items wrapped in a handkerchief at the end of a stick, let me know. I have a couple of spare ones laying around.
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by Tabby at 1/31/2004 05:11:00 a.m.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2004
"Gravedigger, when you bury me, can you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?"
There's this song, Gravedigger, by Matthew Good that I'm completely obsessed with. I love the tune, I love the lyrics, I love the emotion in his voice. Last night I was listening to it repeatedly, though in my defence it was to the point of background music, but I never got sick of it. This happens on a very rare occasion, and I do get over it even though the songs that grab me like this will always be among my favourites.
And good music is much needed these days, as the temperature around these parts lately has been beneath -30 C. I don't know what that is in Farenheit, because I live in the 21st Century. Get with the programme, America.
It's so cold, I wanted to take a cab to work yesterday. Because of this, I didn't get ready in time to catch my bus. Anyway, after about 15 to 20 minutes of trying to get through to a cab company, I was told there would be an hour wait. Minimum. Crud. Taking the travel time into account, I would have been at least an hour late. Minimum. So I wound up taking the bus anyway, a later one of course. It got me to work 15 minutes late, no so bad. But the kicker in all of this is that when I stepped outside, my first thought was, "Shit, this isn't that bad." There was no wind chill, so it was actually quite tolerable.
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by Tabby at 1/28/2004 06:29:00 p.m.
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Monday, January 26, 2004
Sometimes life sucks, but if you stick with it the winds will change and life will blow. Is the cup half empty, or is it half full... OF POISON? Every dark cloud has a silver lining, which causes them to plummet to the earth, killing hundreds of thousands as they crash into heavily populated areas.
But all that cynicism aside, I'm actually in a pretty good mood, considering I'm tired and have to work with someone I can't stand today. Okay, I can't stand ANY day. Heh.
I really am tired though. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I need to go to bed at a reasonable time! Damned Neopets. Not that I didn't find excuses to stay up before that.
Finally, a word about The Brick, a big furniture chain store here in Canada. There is a commercial running on TV right now advertising a massive clearance sale this weekend, which is great because I need to buy some more furniture for my move and I'm very happy with the couch (or sofa, if you prefer) and loveseat I bought from them. Well, if there is a massive clearance sale, you wouldn't know it going into the store. There were no signs indicating a sale, and certainly no prices. On Friday I had called their customer service line, because nobody I talked to when calling the store was aware of a sale, and the man I spoke to said the sale was at the Brick Clearance Center. I've seen ads for the Brick Clearance Center. They specifically
say "Brick Clearance Center". On the commercial in question, it doesn't. It just says its at The Brick. I know, my roommate and I watched it very closely the next time we saw it. Bah. It pisses me off, but I'll probably shop there again some other time, because they do carry nice product. But I think I'll go check out Leon's or Ikea next...
(Note: I actually wrote all this yesterday, but just got around to posting it today.)
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by Tabby at 1/26/2004 06:40:00 a.m.
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Friday, January 23, 2004
Do yourself a favour and check this blog out.
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I'm really very tired, yet I'm still up. How not sane is that? And I do this to myself all the time! What is wrong with me that I refuse to go to bed? The only thing I can figure is that with my belief that this is the only life we got, I want to be conscious for as much of it as is possible. That does make a sort of strange kind of sense.
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by Tabby at 1/23/2004 07:07:00 a.m.
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Wednesday, January 21, 2004
You know, there isn't anything that says I can't do this the way I used to for a while... Send myself an e-mail and just paste the e-mail to the blog later. It's not the ideal way to post, but I can write all the e-mails I want from work (as long as I still actually work, and that's not really an issue considering how long it's been taking me to write this sentence alone).
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I'm still a little wary of our new prime minister, Paul Martin, wanting to "mend fences" with the Bush regime down south there. If this means committing troops to their next illegal war, then the federal Liberals have lost themselves a voter and gained a protester.
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What is it with people not believing me at work? I'm good at my job. I've been here almost two years and I know what I'm doing. Honestly, if I'm talking to you from work about a work related issue, I'm not going to fuck with you. I'm not going to skip important information, I'm not going to miss anything, even if you ask me if I'm sure two or three times. If I'm sure the first time, there is a very good chance I'm telling you the truth. Man, it's pissing me off when they do that. I'd think it was something in my voice if I know it didn't happen to other people too.
Really, if you're the type who does this, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I'm asking someone at their work about something, I don't keep asking them the same question like they're idiots. I assume they have some idea what they're talking about.
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by Tabby at 1/21/2004 10:54:00 p.m.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Has it really been four days? Writing was so much easier when I was able to do it from my terminal at work. Less distractions, even though I was busy working. Because I'm rarely doing any one thing that takes a lot of my attention for an extended period, writing between jobs is easy, and I can just put it aside as soon as something else comes up. Not so much at home.
If I'm doing something on the computer, it usually takes my attention. If I'm reading or watching something on TV, it takes my attention. If I'm in a conversation with someone else in the house, it takes my attention. Doing this at work is so much easier.
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by Tabby at 1/20/2004 12:55:00 a.m.
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Friday, January 16, 2004
Monday, January 12, 2004
Who would have ever thought a tiny little fish would have the same quirks and foibles as a human? I say this because my roommate's daughter's fish, a betta, died overnight as a result of trauma obtained from attempting suicide, or making a very heroic but ultimately doomed break from his glass imprisonment.
She was cleaning his bowl last night, and she went to put him back in from the cup we normally use when she came crying that he was gone. Again. You see, this wasn't the first time this had happened. He was a jumper. I went running up the stairs, and she came back out of the bathroom again and said he was in the sink. Sure enough, there he was. A good foot and a half to two feet away from where he was supposed to be. I figure he wanted to save us the bother of flushing him after he was gone, or he was making a valiant but vain effort to make it down the drain to freedom, sweet freedom.
So, as in previous liberty leaps, I picked him up and put him back in his bowl. Normally he just starts swimming around, but this time he lay there like he was, well, dead. But he wasn't. At least, not yet. My other roommate gave the bowl a tap, and got him moving. It was a miracle! We arrived in time to save his life! So we thought, but I've already given away the ending to this sad tale.
When I got up today to go to work, I thought I should check on him. I guess all the strain and stress was just too much for his tiny, scaly body, and there he was, this little fishy corpse floating at the bottom like so many mobsters before him.
I'm writing all this somewhat lightheartedly, but don't get me wrong. My first thought was for the young girl who just lost her pet, and was going to be very sad. But he was after all just a fish, and being just a fish, her grieving process was greatly shortened by the purchase of a brand new betta.
This time we're putting bars on the damned bowl.
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by Tabby at 1/12/2004 10:50:00 p.m.
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Sunday, January 11, 2004
What a day from hell this has turned out to be. It seems that everything that could be going wrong at work is. From equipment going haywire to retarded kids on the phone... Yes, I said retarded kids. I don't mean the mentally-challenged, I mean probably otherwise "normal", but retarded in a politically incorrect, pejorative way. Normally I hate that word and honestly I very rarely ever use it. This time it makes sense, and I'm sorry for offending anyone.
I have to go home now.
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by Tabby at 1/11/2004 02:43:00 p.m.
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Friday, January 09, 2004
This is a little disgusting, but it occurred to me the other day the bitter irony of the fact that in order to keep a healthy digestive system, we should eat food for the specific purpose of expelling as waste.
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Good news time! I got a cheque today of tax money owed to me... and I have enough now to move this summer without having to save! Whoo hoo!
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by Tabby at 1/09/2004 12:25:00 a.m.
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Wednesday, January 07, 2004
I know I'm harping on about this now, but I'm really tired of work. I just did not want to see the place today. Throw a headache and a pain in the butt day on top of it, and well, I'm looking forward to my single day off.
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by Tabby at 1/07/2004 03:18:00 a.m.
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Tuesday, January 06, 2004
What a day. Two more, and I'm finished a six day stretch at work, then I have a day off, then on for another six days. This is just so much fun. Do you think the stupid mistake I made at work today could have come from being worn out? I think so. Urgh. I'm so looking forward to my next two days off. Nine days from now. Yay.
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by Tabby at 1/06/2004 03:44:00 a.m.
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Saturday, January 03, 2004
It's freakin' cold out there! I mean COLD! Brrrrr! Wow, were we lucky to miss this for New Year. Sure, we dressed for weather like this, just in case, but I'm very glad it didn't happen. Good thing my resolution this year is to stop sticking my tongue onto fire hydrants.
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by Tabby at 1/03/2004 09:23:00 p.m.
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Friday, January 02, 2004
Hopefully everyone had a happy new year! I had a great time. I took one of my roommate's daughters (the other was away) with me and we celebrated downtown, where there were some festivities, performances, art, and of course, fireworks.
Some of it was a little disappointing. I'd like to have seen more of a choice of performers and certainly more concessions, but some of it I loved like the artists who painted two fantastic pictures while we were there, and of course the finale that lit up the sky was breathtaking. I literally stood there with my jaw dropping, it was that good. Frankly, it was one of the best, if not the best, fireworks displays I've ever seen in my life.
The plan so far is to go again next year but we'll have to wait and see on that. This is the year I move back on my own again, so anything can happen twelve months from now.
As for my current killer schedule, I slept well into the afternoon on my one day off, which means I'm sitting here wide awake and I have to be at work in 6 hours, and I'll need about one and a half to two hours to get ready and get there. Do the math on that one. Ugh. I'm on six days straight too, then I have another single day off, then another six days. After that I have two days off, and you can bet I'm going to do absolutely nothing for those two days.
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by Tabby at 1/02/2004 01:45:00 a.m.
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