Today I’m in a new department for my temp assignment. The first day is always a bit awkward. Never know just what the personalities are or how much leeway you might have. Things are pretty good over here. I have a feeling it’s going to be one of those environments that is either crazy busy or insanely boring. There’s a bunch of stuff that I’ve already had to “jump into” but such is the life of a temp!!
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The weekend was… weird. I had a major case of PMS coupled with the stress surrounding my dad and getting things ready for the lawyer this week. To compound things, we had a friend of Gary’s in from Vancouver. It wasn’t that she was difficult to have around but as you girls out there know, when you’re in the middle of massive emotionally imbalanced mood swings, it’s hard to put on the “happy happy happy / let’s have a good time” hostess face. I found that getting plastered on Saturday night (what else is new?!!) on Margaritas (new favourite summer drink) after getting pedicures with Gary and Donna (Donna got a manicure) didn’t do much to help the situation. I still was in a pretty funky mood. Normally that would have cheered me right up. But instead I walked around hating everyone and everything. I love drunk hating too. It’s not like really hating where you actually hate; it’s like just bitter/you suck hating. So much fun. Gary asks “Can I get anyone anything?” and I think “Ya, I’ll have a new life stupid!” and hate him while I’m thinking it. So fun!!!
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One absolute highlight to the weekend was the laser pointer we bought to play with the cats. Our upstairs neighbour brought one over about a month ago and Marlowe lost her mind. OMG it was the funniest thing ever. I wish I could load video on here to show you but she goes crazy over this thing. We had her going in circles, up and down the hall, up the wall, everywhere. My favourite is anywhere on or near Lucy. Marlowe goes after the laser point, swats at it hitting Lucy and she gives Marlowe a shot back in defence. It’s really quite hilarious. After about five minutes she’s completely tuckered out and panting like her lungs are about to collapse. We’ll get her to lose weight yet!! Lucy couldn’t give two shits about it. Gary thinks she’s stupid and doesn’t know what to do with it. I think she knows exactly what it is and isn’t running around like an idiot for anyone other than herself – and she does that plenty!
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Gary and I got to spend a couple of hours with my dad yesterday. When we walked in he was sleeping but woke up once he heard us talking. He’s a bit like an old engine, slow to warm up but once he’s running he goes full tilt. We got to see him up in the walker as well, which was a good sight. He’s pretty wobbly but knows about putting one foot in front of the other. And he can go out in a regular wheelchair now, which means he can get himself around by walking his feet along the floor. He needs some help with direction but he moves at a good clip! We had a lot of chats because I had brought out some photographs for him (suggested by his care-workers) and he was having a hard time remembering the people in them (mostly me and Gary) and when they were taken. By the end of the visit he seemed to know... not necessarily remember, but he could tell me who was in the photo.
The cutest thing when I was leaving; I said “By Pop. I love you” to which he replied, “That’s nice. I’m not taking you anywhere though.” Ahh, at least he’s still got a sense of humour; whether he knows it or not.
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The weekend was… weird. I had a major case of PMS coupled with the stress surrounding my dad and getting things ready for the lawyer this week. To compound things, we had a friend of Gary’s in from Vancouver. It wasn’t that she was difficult to have around but as you girls out there know, when you’re in the middle of massive emotionally imbalanced mood swings, it’s hard to put on the “happy happy happy / let’s have a good time” hostess face. I found that getting plastered on Saturday night (what else is new?!!) on Margaritas (new favourite summer drink) after getting pedicures with Gary and Donna (Donna got a manicure) didn’t do much to help the situation. I still was in a pretty funky mood. Normally that would have cheered me right up. But instead I walked around hating everyone and everything. I love drunk hating too. It’s not like really hating where you actually hate; it’s like just bitter/you suck hating. So much fun. Gary asks “Can I get anyone anything?” and I think “Ya, I’ll have a new life stupid!” and hate him while I’m thinking it. So fun!!!
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One absolute highlight to the weekend was the laser pointer we bought to play with the cats. Our upstairs neighbour brought one over about a month ago and Marlowe lost her mind. OMG it was the funniest thing ever. I wish I could load video on here to show you but she goes crazy over this thing. We had her going in circles, up and down the hall, up the wall, everywhere. My favourite is anywhere on or near Lucy. Marlowe goes after the laser point, swats at it hitting Lucy and she gives Marlowe a shot back in defence. It’s really quite hilarious. After about five minutes she’s completely tuckered out and panting like her lungs are about to collapse. We’ll get her to lose weight yet!! Lucy couldn’t give two shits about it. Gary thinks she’s stupid and doesn’t know what to do with it. I think she knows exactly what it is and isn’t running around like an idiot for anyone other than herself – and she does that plenty!
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Gary and I got to spend a couple of hours with my dad yesterday. When we walked in he was sleeping but woke up once he heard us talking. He’s a bit like an old engine, slow to warm up but once he’s running he goes full tilt. We got to see him up in the walker as well, which was a good sight. He’s pretty wobbly but knows about putting one foot in front of the other. And he can go out in a regular wheelchair now, which means he can get himself around by walking his feet along the floor. He needs some help with direction but he moves at a good clip! We had a lot of chats because I had brought out some photographs for him (suggested by his care-workers) and he was having a hard time remembering the people in them (mostly me and Gary) and when they were taken. By the end of the visit he seemed to know... not necessarily remember, but he could tell me who was in the photo.
The cutest thing when I was leaving; I said “By Pop. I love you” to which he replied, “That’s nice. I’m not taking you anywhere though.” Ahh, at least he’s still got a sense of humour; whether he knows it or not.
2 comments:
yeah, that laser pointer is pure genius. but after a couple of days the cats get bored with it, but then you take it out a couple of weeks later and it's ALL BRAND NEW.
my favorite drunk hating moment--
we were out drinking (of course), and toward the end of the night, my friend says, "j., you're lookin kind of chinese-eyed!" to which i cleverly replied, "i AM chinese, bitch!" i don't know why, but it cracked us up at the time. :)
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