I’ve been entertaining a lot lately.
Each morning I seem to be putting at least two liquor bottles into the recycle bin. And its only Wednessday.
Last night some of the HR girls came over. It was a lot of fun, sitting around bitching about our minion status, dreaming of the day when we will take over the company and Lord over other minions.
Us HR girls, we have goals.
So again I find myself here, at work, tired, overwhelmed by the amount of paper on my desk, the ridiculous amount of emails marked urgent and un-read, procrastinating and mourning over the fact that my most favorite pair of fall pants are needling into my slowly expanding waist line.
I was exited this morning too, when I remember them, sitting in the back of my closet, patiently awaiting September. I slowly slid them on, relishing the soft silk feel, marveling at the simplicity of the black on black stripping, till I tried to pull them up past my posterior and they would not budge.
Girls, what is it with our favorite pants that we cannot let go, and instead resort to jumping around like a rabbit, trying to wiggle into a pair of pants you know your going to regret wearing at lunch time?
On the flip side, I am now eagerly awaiting going home and jumping on the treadmill.
Favorite pants + large bum=Motivation
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
My Boss got married over the weekend. It was her second marriage. I can’t even find a first, and these show off’s are on their seconds….
In today’s meeting we spent the last half an hour discussing the importance of good china and crystal. Apparently at your wedding you are allowed to sign up for horrendously expensive plates that will eventually make up your ‘good china.’ You then put this good china into a china display cabinet and proceed to look at it from time to time.
Good China often comes in floral patterns.
Note to my future ‘would be’ I have no interest whatsoever in good china, and am more than happy with my Ikea flat wear….so hurry up and get here already.
Ps. To all those with good china, I hope this post inspires you to be a rebel today, and open up those cabinets and eat some good ole KFC/Popeyes on the good china tonight..
In today’s meeting we spent the last half an hour discussing the importance of good china and crystal. Apparently at your wedding you are allowed to sign up for horrendously expensive plates that will eventually make up your ‘good china.’ You then put this good china into a china display cabinet and proceed to look at it from time to time.
Good China often comes in floral patterns.
Note to my future ‘would be’ I have no interest whatsoever in good china, and am more than happy with my Ikea flat wear….so hurry up and get here already.
Ps. To all those with good china, I hope this post inspires you to be a rebel today, and open up those cabinets and eat some good ole KFC/Popeyes on the good china tonight..
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sometimes you write a post about your sappy feelings, and then you get emails from fellow concerned bloggers about your state of mind.
For the record it is a beautiful short wearing day in Toronto. And anyone who has ever visited Toronto knows our mood depends heavily on the weather.
You could be going through the crappiest time in your life, and still feel like a million bucks, because it’s a balmy 25 degrees in September. Thus I feel fantabulous…and xxxtra happy that I shaved my legs.
I have a gym at my new place. It’s pretty basic and always deserted…yuppies only like to work out in the expensive hot yoga studios….which works out well for me.
Last night, I got all dressed up, because really no one works out in spandex and loose t-shirts anymore…. (I really hope you guys knew that) and spent a couple of minutes (Haha, you guys thought I was going to say hours) on the treadmill, a few more minutes on a bike (I forgot how hard those seats are), and then I went to try out the weight contraption they had. I’m a petite girl, and while in extreme circumstances I will grunt and bear the pain of carrying a heavy load, I mostly just let others do it. So I set the contraption on the lightest weight, and pretended I was in that bow flex commercial. I was the hot sixty year old grandma, showing off my abs of steel. Hear me roar…..only I reached up to get the bar to pull down, and of course my petite little arms cann’t reach that high, so I had to stand up and the dang thing hit me across the face.
I am not sure weight training and I are meant to be.
For the record it is a beautiful short wearing day in Toronto. And anyone who has ever visited Toronto knows our mood depends heavily on the weather.
You could be going through the crappiest time in your life, and still feel like a million bucks, because it’s a balmy 25 degrees in September. Thus I feel fantabulous…and xxxtra happy that I shaved my legs.
I have a gym at my new place. It’s pretty basic and always deserted…yuppies only like to work out in the expensive hot yoga studios….which works out well for me.
Last night, I got all dressed up, because really no one works out in spandex and loose t-shirts anymore…. (I really hope you guys knew that) and spent a couple of minutes (Haha, you guys thought I was going to say hours) on the treadmill, a few more minutes on a bike (I forgot how hard those seats are), and then I went to try out the weight contraption they had. I’m a petite girl, and while in extreme circumstances I will grunt and bear the pain of carrying a heavy load, I mostly just let others do it. So I set the contraption on the lightest weight, and pretended I was in that bow flex commercial. I was the hot sixty year old grandma, showing off my abs of steel. Hear me roar…..only I reached up to get the bar to pull down, and of course my petite little arms cann’t reach that high, so I had to stand up and the dang thing hit me across the face.
I am not sure weight training and I are meant to be.
On Familiarity
In life you tend to go back to the familiar.
The ex-boyfriend that you love/ed. The one who knows your body, who you hope knows your heart, the one who gets your jokes, and knows where you’re coming from.
The friends you grew up with. The ones who know your early secrets, share your early memories, the ones you can meet after twenty years and still find a way to keep the conversation going for a couple of hours.
The foods that remind you of happier times. Like thali cake, a sweet coconut filled concoction that my grandmother in India used to make each time I visited. Comfort food you indulge in when you aren’t quite sure where life is heading.
Yet familiarity breeds contempt.
Eventually you realize that you moved from being the ex-boyfriends sweetness, to his occasional booty call. That he does know your body, but these days its more of a chore rather than an exploration. That your heart and feelings are more of a burden to him, than an actual concern.
That after all the hours of joking around with old friends, you get to the awkward pause. The point where you’re all caught up with the past, and there is nothing to propel your friendship into the future.
And the food that still gives you that warm fuzzy feeling, now also gives you a jiggly layer on your otherwise washboard tummy ;)
I am tried of the past. Of living in it, of wishing for it, of hoping for it
So if anyone of you comes across my future, can you tell it to hurry up and get here already?
In the meantime I am relishing in the moment.
The ex-boyfriend that you love/ed. The one who knows your body, who you hope knows your heart, the one who gets your jokes, and knows where you’re coming from.
The friends you grew up with. The ones who know your early secrets, share your early memories, the ones you can meet after twenty years and still find a way to keep the conversation going for a couple of hours.
The foods that remind you of happier times. Like thali cake, a sweet coconut filled concoction that my grandmother in India used to make each time I visited. Comfort food you indulge in when you aren’t quite sure where life is heading.
Yet familiarity breeds contempt.
Eventually you realize that you moved from being the ex-boyfriends sweetness, to his occasional booty call. That he does know your body, but these days its more of a chore rather than an exploration. That your heart and feelings are more of a burden to him, than an actual concern.
That after all the hours of joking around with old friends, you get to the awkward pause. The point where you’re all caught up with the past, and there is nothing to propel your friendship into the future.
And the food that still gives you that warm fuzzy feeling, now also gives you a jiggly layer on your otherwise washboard tummy ;)
I am tried of the past. Of living in it, of wishing for it, of hoping for it
So if anyone of you comes across my future, can you tell it to hurry up and get here already?
In the meantime I am relishing in the moment.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I’m here, I’m here.
This being busy at work thing is not all its cracked up to be.
Yesterday I took a walk around the hood. It was a beautiful evening, sunny, warm. I’ve moved into a very yuppie neighborhood. In the past couple of years Toronto has changed dramatically in its make up. With the influx of immigrants, neighborhoods like Scarborough, Mississauga and Brampton are now predominantly Asian, South Asian or Black. I thought all the whiteys had moved up north. Turns out they are all in my neighborhood.
A few things about Yuppie neighborhoods that I have observed:
~They are cleaner
~Everyone smiles at you when they see you walk by
~You see entire families, mums, dads and kids on bikes, walking around
~Everyone lines up for buses, as opposed to shoving their way through like at Kennedy Station
~They have little shops that sell the stupidest things at the most exorbitant prices. Like the shop I passed by yesterday dedicated to selling water bowls for animals. Seriously, an entire store survives selling only water bowls….at $150 a pop? Seriously?
~There are two groups of people, the middle age single peeps, and the young families….what happened to Young and Eligible???
~There are restaurants dedicated to the art of making a salad….where do you go when you get hungry??
~People play baseball at 11.30 pm, in 10 degrees Celsius and look happy doing it.
In order to get back into the groove of the Young and Single Life I am having a get together today…bring on the tequila shots….
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
At 6 am this morning I made a trek out to King City for a leadership seminar my team put together.
And being the minion of my change management group, there I was walking up the two km hike in my pretty black and white open toe heels, carrying all the materials, name tags I had painstakinly made through the season premier of Prison Break and all sorts of other HEAVY paraphernalia cursing the learning the centres obvious love of walking trails, feeling very much like Anne Hathway in the Devil Wears Prada, Troubling deaf heaven with my bootless cries, and generally cursing my fate, when I notice as I approach the centre, a large garbage bin with a huge sign saying "You can now Leave you ego here….”
Why is change management so damn humbling???
Damn these inspirationally happy people.....
And being the minion of my change management group, there I was walking up the two km hike in my pretty black and white open toe heels, carrying all the materials, name tags I had painstakinly made through the season premier of Prison Break and all sorts of other HEAVY paraphernalia cursing the learning the centres obvious love of walking trails, feeling very much like Anne Hathway in the Devil Wears Prada, Troubling deaf heaven with my bootless cries, and generally cursing my fate, when I notice as I approach the centre, a large garbage bin with a huge sign saying "You can now Leave you ego here….”
Why is change management so damn humbling???
Damn these inspirationally happy people.....
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I think I am relationship-ed out right now.
I seem to have exhausted my supply of care.
Instead each day, I go to work, and each night I come home, to my quite, well decorated condo, do domestic things and then comfortably watch my Grey’s Dvds.
People call. Interested men call. Most of the time I don’t pick up. Other times I lie, like I am extra-ordinarily busy. But I’m not. I’m just in a phase. In a “I don’t know what’s next phase?”
My biggest goal for the past three years has been to buy a place and (secretly) to win Dracs back. I achieved the first, and latter doesn't hold quite the same shine as before.
So now what?
What’s next?
Is this part the commercials?
I seem to have exhausted my supply of care.
Instead each day, I go to work, and each night I come home, to my quite, well decorated condo, do domestic things and then comfortably watch my Grey’s Dvds.
People call. Interested men call. Most of the time I don’t pick up. Other times I lie, like I am extra-ordinarily busy. But I’m not. I’m just in a phase. In a “I don’t know what’s next phase?”
My biggest goal for the past three years has been to buy a place and (secretly) to win Dracs back. I achieved the first, and latter doesn't hold quite the same shine as before.
So now what?
What’s next?
Is this part the commercials?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The word ‘today’ nearly ruined my life today.
It turns out; I make a shitty admin assistant.
I suck at sending out emails to the right people, or making up name tags. I am absolutely shitty at making mass photocopies for meetings. Invariably I ruin it by not hole punching things right.
I am fabulous at setting up process, ordering people around, making sure things get done. I am just really shitty at doing the nitty gritty myself.
I shouldn’t be. It’s easy stuff. How hard is it to create little lists and send emails out to people the day off, instead of the day prior to? It’s easy peasy stuff. It’s just that for whatever reason my mind couldn’t be bothered.
You know what this means.
I am a genius.
Now if only I could just go ahead, unlock my crazy brain, write the fabulous novel that every blogger secretly intends to write, get famous like the Harry Potter lady, and never have to be bothered with doing admin crap again……
It turns out; I make a shitty admin assistant.
I suck at sending out emails to the right people, or making up name tags. I am absolutely shitty at making mass photocopies for meetings. Invariably I ruin it by not hole punching things right.
I am fabulous at setting up process, ordering people around, making sure things get done. I am just really shitty at doing the nitty gritty myself.
I shouldn’t be. It’s easy stuff. How hard is it to create little lists and send emails out to people the day off, instead of the day prior to? It’s easy peasy stuff. It’s just that for whatever reason my mind couldn’t be bothered.
You know what this means.
I am a genius.
Now if only I could just go ahead, unlock my crazy brain, write the fabulous novel that every blogger secretly intends to write, get famous like the Harry Potter lady, and never have to be bothered with doing admin crap again……
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
It’s been a long time.
And I miss you guys like I miss….the little chocolate cakes with the red cherries I used to eat at Modern Bakery in Karama. (Dubai)
Work is crazy these days. I am actually earning my dollar for a change.
Dracs got a very pretty pink slip at work. Pretty because he gets a package so big, it allows him to sit on his taut behind and do nothing for a year. However he plans on moving to Dubai in a few months. Of all the bars in all the world…….
It feels like the end of an era. The Dracs and Cranky era. Maybe now I’ll finally be able to get on with life.
The house is fabulous. I’ve discovered a few things about myself.
~I love living alone.
~I love the fact that I control where things are….I guess it does confirm that I am a control freak.
~I’m proud of myself.
~I hate sleeping with even a bit of light on my face. So I am the proud owner of new black leather curtains in my bedroom. My brother calls me Dracula, but really facing a main road where buses are 24 hours, and traffic is heavy, is quite disturbing.
~I love my Jacuzzi tub. How did I live all these years without a Jacuzzi tub??
~I love that I can ignore the dishes for a day or watch Grey’s Anatomy DVDs if I am too tired.
~I am sort of hiding out. Everyone (including myself) thought I would go crazy and have parties every weekend, but as it turns out, I haven’t. I am now free to be the recluse that I am. I actually enjoy the quietness.
~The only downside is when I have to open things. Like bottles or cans. I almost didn’t have a jam sandwich this morning….
~Or zipping myself up in the morning in particular dresses or putting on cumbersome jewelry, twice this week I had to have the EA zip me up first thing in the morning….
~Today I am making my first meal. Pork chops, veggies and potatoes…plus a side of garlic bread….ummm
~I’m procrastinating on having a house warming thing….I think I have too many friends, the logistics seem over whelming
~I have four days vacation in October and I’m not sure what to do….
~I was a little worried that I would turn out to be a bit neurotic type person, who alphabeticizes their DVDs and cleans everything meticulously…I am happy to report that I am very laid back…
That’s it for now….site meter says I’m back down to a mere 34 visits….HMPH…
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Thursday Thoughts:
It’s nice living on my own place, peaceful, serene, I love waking up in the morning to have tea on my balcony.
I am worried about my friend. She is about to marry the wrong guy. I honestly tried to give him another chance after they got engaged, but this time I am plain ole fed up. He’s not going to change, and I can’t stand by and watch her make this mistake. I almost feel the need to round up an army and take the fellow out. If only life were that simple….sometimes you have to hurt people to save them from their own blindness….
The past tenant is stressing me out. She has called me five days straight wanting this or that, asking me not to tell her family where she is, etc. She showed up on Tuesday wanting to pick up a modem, smelling of the good stuff at five in the evening, acting truly eccentric, pushing her way into the condo, ohhing and ahhing and then proceeding to find things to take with her. She hasn’t called at all today…could this be a good sign??
My bedroom floor is covered in three feet of clothes. Everyday I wake up promising to fold/hang them and then end up coming home pooped….
Trust is huge deal to me. Huge….deal breaker kind of thing… I think it’s a big deal to most normal people, it’s what allows you to exist in the world, you sort of have to trust the people you interact with on a daily basis not to kill you, or hurt you in some way. And then there are relationship type trust….you trust your family to love you unconditionally, and your friends to be loyal and true. You trust the person you fall for to be good, kind, honest and sweet. However it’s the last kind of trust that seems to evade me. It seems that I’ve run out….anyone have an extra stash I can borrow?
I want to buy a painting; infact an Uncle of mine greased my palm with $100 bucks at a family party Saturday night. I felt all but 6 years old, glee full at my new stash. I went to home sense the next day, tongue hanging out in anticipation, only to find my gorgeous painting, torn…..Now I am debating on a holly go lightly print from Ikea….if I can just reconcile myself to the fact that every other woman near an Ikea store owns it…I could go ahead.
I am very boring to google.
It’s very cold in this office.
How can I sneak out of here now? (This seems to be a recurring thought.)
I have a meeting in a few minutes with a very bubbly person. She is so sweet and bubbly, that I am getting a headache thinking about it. It’s three o’clock and all I can do at 3 o’clock meetings is try and stifle my yawns….
I am worried about my friend. She is about to marry the wrong guy. I honestly tried to give him another chance after they got engaged, but this time I am plain ole fed up. He’s not going to change, and I can’t stand by and watch her make this mistake. I almost feel the need to round up an army and take the fellow out. If only life were that simple….sometimes you have to hurt people to save them from their own blindness….
The past tenant is stressing me out. She has called me five days straight wanting this or that, asking me not to tell her family where she is, etc. She showed up on Tuesday wanting to pick up a modem, smelling of the good stuff at five in the evening, acting truly eccentric, pushing her way into the condo, ohhing and ahhing and then proceeding to find things to take with her. She hasn’t called at all today…could this be a good sign??
My bedroom floor is covered in three feet of clothes. Everyday I wake up promising to fold/hang them and then end up coming home pooped….
Trust is huge deal to me. Huge….deal breaker kind of thing… I think it’s a big deal to most normal people, it’s what allows you to exist in the world, you sort of have to trust the people you interact with on a daily basis not to kill you, or hurt you in some way. And then there are relationship type trust….you trust your family to love you unconditionally, and your friends to be loyal and true. You trust the person you fall for to be good, kind, honest and sweet. However it’s the last kind of trust that seems to evade me. It seems that I’ve run out….anyone have an extra stash I can borrow?
I want to buy a painting; infact an Uncle of mine greased my palm with $100 bucks at a family party Saturday night. I felt all but 6 years old, glee full at my new stash. I went to home sense the next day, tongue hanging out in anticipation, only to find my gorgeous painting, torn…..Now I am debating on a holly go lightly print from Ikea….if I can just reconcile myself to the fact that every other woman near an Ikea store owns it…I could go ahead.
I am very boring to google.
It’s very cold in this office.
How can I sneak out of here now? (This seems to be a recurring thought.)
I have a meeting in a few minutes with a very bubbly person. She is so sweet and bubbly, that I am getting a headache thinking about it. It’s three o’clock and all I can do at 3 o’clock meetings is try and stifle my yawns….
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