(thanks Jdid for the image)
TO: Anyone coming to Glow tomorrow??
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I’ve had an eventful week.
First off I got a promotion.
However I found out about it, through the person hired to replace me, which got me rather miffed at first.
I spent the weekend, huffing and puffing, making my poor friends listen to my arduous examination of the sequence of events, showing how 'wronged' I was, until I remembered that your biggest enemy is your ego.
So I re-assessed, re-looked, and re-gigged my point of view, and realized that overall it’s a great thing: A promotion to management, a little more money, an exciting learning opportunity and so much more.
Three cheers to kicking one’s ego to the curb.
However I found out about it, through the person hired to replace me, which got me rather miffed at first.
I spent the weekend, huffing and puffing, making my poor friends listen to my arduous examination of the sequence of events, showing how 'wronged' I was, until I remembered that your biggest enemy is your ego.
So I re-assessed, re-looked, and re-gigged my point of view, and realized that overall it’s a great thing: A promotion to management, a little more money, an exciting learning opportunity and so much more.
Three cheers to kicking one’s ego to the curb.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I was feeling rather un-inspired lately.
Then I clicked onto google's new neat little home page...igoogle
You can add all these little applications like a CNN news feed, the weather, your horscope, a calorie counter etc.
It's really neat stuff.
At least I thought so, I started to msg people about it.
And got laughed at.
But you guys get how cool this is right?
If google were a man, why I'd marry him! That's how impressed I am.
Ed Note: Jumbs informs me that I am infact one of the lasts to discover this....yet it was this new discovery in the every day, that added a bright spot to my day.....
Then I clicked onto google's new neat little home page...igoogle
You can add all these little applications like a CNN news feed, the weather, your horscope, a calorie counter etc.
It's really neat stuff.
At least I thought so, I started to msg people about it.
And got laughed at.
But you guys get how cool this is right?
If google were a man, why I'd marry him! That's how impressed I am.
Ed Note: Jumbs informs me that I am infact one of the lasts to discover this....yet it was this new discovery in the every day, that added a bright spot to my day.....
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
#1 Pet Peeve at Work
Leaders who do not take accountability for their actions
I don’t care what your minion did, as their leader stand up for their actions, especially the ones you endorsed.
I don’t care what your minion did, as their leader stand up for their actions, especially the ones you endorsed.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Random Monday Thoughts
This weekend in continuation of the birthday celebrations for S we went out to This is London.
This is my review: Nice club, the women’s washroom upstairs is worth a visit, an entire floor, decorated like a princess’s room, complete with its own DJ, couches, make up artists, and a really friendly Columbian woman who insists on opening the tap and spraying your with soap. I am all for a person earning a buck, but it really irritates me when I feel forced to tip someone because they practically run ahead of me to open a tap. I am capable of opening a tap, and the day that I become lazy enough, or rich enough to want you to open my tap is the day you can ask me for a tip, till then pish off.
The rest of the floors are equally pretty. The DJ in the main club had ODD. Within a span of 5 minutes he would play a song from the 80’s, 90’s, R&B, Soca, and Country, After about twenty minutes I began to feel like I was on a club version of ‘So you think you can dance,’ as if the DJ was checking out my dance skills, how many dances do I know….it didn’t help that there was this overly energetic girl at the side of me, who was dancing like she was on electric circus (I’m dating myself), complete with smiles, and weird hand movements.
Saturday evening I watched three hours of Intervention on A&E. The show is fascinating, the whole train wreck metaphor comes to mind, and you just can’t look away. I also discovered that I sort of like the word Methamphetamines, it just rolls of the tongue nicely.
I also watched Spike TV's things men need to know. It was a great contrast to the Glamour/Cosmo mags I picked up on Friday. Been a long time since I've read one of those, its amazing how many sex related topics they can cram into seventy pages. Spike tv cracked me up by doing an entire feature on how little a bikkini had to be, till it was considered illegal, informative stuff. Way better than the seven signs your boyfriend is a cheater...yawn.
I was flipping channels and caught poor Miss USA's slip. Note to next years contestant, wear a short skirt and lower heels. Otherwise their going to call it the American curse, and some crazie is going to attribute it to bad karma. Does anyone else find these contests irrelevant?
It’s freezing cold in my office today, I’ve got goose bumps. I spent much of the day attending to a display of accessories that employees are being given the opportunity to choose for their new work stations. For some reason I just couldn’t handle the silly questions today, one lady had the nerve to tell me she felt like our team was kicking her around, taking away her office etc. She was obnoxious and completely out of line, and my left foot did begin to swing a little towards her derrière. Also it was alarming how many people couldn’t add up to five. The older folks kept selecting all the accessories on the form. The younger ones were trying to barter. So many simpletons in the world, so much space for them to exist in.
I watched the kids movie “Horton Hears a Who.” Is it just me or did the movie not come across as brainwashing for anti abortion types? Quote from the movie: Narrator: [epilogue] And so, all ended well for both Horton and Who's, and for all in the jungle, even kangaroos. So let that be a lesson to one and to all; a person is a person, no matter how small. Conspiracy! Conspiracy!
And how was your weekend muffins??
This is my review: Nice club, the women’s washroom upstairs is worth a visit, an entire floor, decorated like a princess’s room, complete with its own DJ, couches, make up artists, and a really friendly Columbian woman who insists on opening the tap and spraying your with soap. I am all for a person earning a buck, but it really irritates me when I feel forced to tip someone because they practically run ahead of me to open a tap. I am capable of opening a tap, and the day that I become lazy enough, or rich enough to want you to open my tap is the day you can ask me for a tip, till then pish off.
The rest of the floors are equally pretty. The DJ in the main club had ODD. Within a span of 5 minutes he would play a song from the 80’s, 90’s, R&B, Soca, and Country, After about twenty minutes I began to feel like I was on a club version of ‘So you think you can dance,’ as if the DJ was checking out my dance skills, how many dances do I know….it didn’t help that there was this overly energetic girl at the side of me, who was dancing like she was on electric circus (I’m dating myself), complete with smiles, and weird hand movements.
Saturday evening I watched three hours of Intervention on A&E. The show is fascinating, the whole train wreck metaphor comes to mind, and you just can’t look away. I also discovered that I sort of like the word Methamphetamines, it just rolls of the tongue nicely.
I also watched Spike TV's things men need to know. It was a great contrast to the Glamour/Cosmo mags I picked up on Friday. Been a long time since I've read one of those, its amazing how many sex related topics they can cram into seventy pages. Spike tv cracked me up by doing an entire feature on how little a bikkini had to be, till it was considered illegal, informative stuff. Way better than the seven signs your boyfriend is a cheater...yawn.
I was flipping channels and caught poor Miss USA's slip. Note to next years contestant, wear a short skirt and lower heels. Otherwise their going to call it the American curse, and some crazie is going to attribute it to bad karma. Does anyone else find these contests irrelevant?
It’s freezing cold in my office today, I’ve got goose bumps. I spent much of the day attending to a display of accessories that employees are being given the opportunity to choose for their new work stations. For some reason I just couldn’t handle the silly questions today, one lady had the nerve to tell me she felt like our team was kicking her around, taking away her office etc. She was obnoxious and completely out of line, and my left foot did begin to swing a little towards her derrière. Also it was alarming how many people couldn’t add up to five. The older folks kept selecting all the accessories on the form. The younger ones were trying to barter. So many simpletons in the world, so much space for them to exist in.
I watched the kids movie “Horton Hears a Who.” Is it just me or did the movie not come across as brainwashing for anti abortion types? Quote from the movie: Narrator: [epilogue] And so, all ended well for both Horton and Who's, and for all in the jungle, even kangaroos. So let that be a lesson to one and to all; a person is a person, no matter how small. Conspiracy! Conspiracy!
And how was your weekend muffins??
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My Wednesday Night Cultural Experience
Last night was S birthday….Happy Birthday S.
After the ladies dropped me off, I got an invitation from the one whom we do not speak off. He is throwing a bachelor party on Friday and wanted me to go with him to choose the entertainment for the night. I was properly offended for a minute, and then realizing that I had never been to such clubs before thought it would be a good cultural experience. Here are my observations:
These women are perfect. And they can rum roll their body like chicks from Cirque de Solei. Amazing stuff, I totally get the male fascination. None of them had any cellulite.
Apparently they all buy the same string black thong in bulk. It was like their uniform.
There were some good looking men. Are strip joints the new library? (Just a joke, no need to get your panties in a twist)
The girls were charging $400 an hour for their services at the bachelor party. My CEO doesn’t make $400 an hour. Perhaps the real reason woman don’t like strip clubs is because it offends us that we’re doing all that stuff for free, and apparently we could use some practice. (Yes Yes we are morally superior and all that or so we think.)
When it comes down to it, a strip club is manly business, and a woman has no need to be there for the festivities. I got no jollies watching my non man staring intently at these gorgeous naked women. Not so perfect body withstanding, I want my man to always be staring intently at me, and if he needs to stare intently at someone else, he should do it on his own time. God invented secrets for a reason.
I expected more flare from the shows. Secretly I was a little disappointed by the whole thing. People were barely clapping.
Cue: I'm in Love with A Dancer
After the ladies dropped me off, I got an invitation from the one whom we do not speak off. He is throwing a bachelor party on Friday and wanted me to go with him to choose the entertainment for the night. I was properly offended for a minute, and then realizing that I had never been to such clubs before thought it would be a good cultural experience. Here are my observations:
These women are perfect. And they can rum roll their body like chicks from Cirque de Solei. Amazing stuff, I totally get the male fascination. None of them had any cellulite.
Apparently they all buy the same string black thong in bulk. It was like their uniform.
There were some good looking men. Are strip joints the new library? (Just a joke, no need to get your panties in a twist)
The girls were charging $400 an hour for their services at the bachelor party. My CEO doesn’t make $400 an hour. Perhaps the real reason woman don’t like strip clubs is because it offends us that we’re doing all that stuff for free, and apparently we could use some practice. (Yes Yes we are morally superior and all that or so we think.)
When it comes down to it, a strip club is manly business, and a woman has no need to be there for the festivities. I got no jollies watching my non man staring intently at these gorgeous naked women. Not so perfect body withstanding, I want my man to always be staring intently at me, and if he needs to stare intently at someone else, he should do it on his own time. God invented secrets for a reason.
I expected more flare from the shows. Secretly I was a little disappointed by the whole thing. People were barely clapping.
Cue: I'm in Love with A Dancer
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Last Night Toronto had a storm.
The sky got grey and fierce and the rain poured down. People’s basements got flooded.
People got stranded in the streets with out an umbrella and were forced to seek shelter under pitiful shop drafters.
While Toronto got drenched, I was reveling in the end of visitor season. I cleaned, I mopped, I cooked. I googled a recipe for Chicken in Spanish rice, which was easy enough, until I mistakenly added curry instead of turmeric powder and ended up with Chicken in Curry rice. Luckily it worked out and was delicious, thank you for asking.
I then did what you’re supposed to do on a rainy night, I watched two movies, courtesy of http://www.zip.ca/ a wonderful DVD service where they send you DVD’s via post. Not only is it quick and efficient, but finally I’m getting something in the mail other than bills and junk mail.
I watched Everything is Illuminated a story about an eccentric young Jewish guy who travels to the Ukraine to find the woman who saved his grandfathers life, and is driven around by young man who loves to use the most intricate engligh words to express the simplest things.
The second movie was called 2046, it’s a Chinese/Japanese movie in which the narrator scarred from an earlier romance, is seen with a different woman each Christmas, unable to lend his heart to any. He pens a book about a the year 2046 in which you can live in the memory of the happiest time of your life. The movie is filled with melancholy and nostalgia. The one scene that got me was when the narrator is getting dressed and in the back ground the a Christmas song “Chessnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” and he has no one to spend the holiday with. What is it about Christmas time that makes us need companionship? Is it a need created by the retail industry, or is there something magical about that season that makes us want to reach out to our love ones and let ourselves be loved?
I’ll leave you with a few quotes from the movie:
In love you can't bring on a substitute.
Love is all a matter of timing. It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late.
All Memories are traces of tears
People got stranded in the streets with out an umbrella and were forced to seek shelter under pitiful shop drafters.
While Toronto got drenched, I was reveling in the end of visitor season. I cleaned, I mopped, I cooked. I googled a recipe for Chicken in Spanish rice, which was easy enough, until I mistakenly added curry instead of turmeric powder and ended up with Chicken in Curry rice. Luckily it worked out and was delicious, thank you for asking.
I then did what you’re supposed to do on a rainy night, I watched two movies, courtesy of http://www.zip.ca/ a wonderful DVD service where they send you DVD’s via post. Not only is it quick and efficient, but finally I’m getting something in the mail other than bills and junk mail.
I watched Everything is Illuminated a story about an eccentric young Jewish guy who travels to the Ukraine to find the woman who saved his grandfathers life, and is driven around by young man who loves to use the most intricate engligh words to express the simplest things.
The second movie was called 2046, it’s a Chinese/Japanese movie in which the narrator scarred from an earlier romance, is seen with a different woman each Christmas, unable to lend his heart to any. He pens a book about a the year 2046 in which you can live in the memory of the happiest time of your life. The movie is filled with melancholy and nostalgia. The one scene that got me was when the narrator is getting dressed and in the back ground the a Christmas song “Chessnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” and he has no one to spend the holiday with. What is it about Christmas time that makes us need companionship? Is it a need created by the retail industry, or is there something magical about that season that makes us want to reach out to our love ones and let ourselves be loved?
I’ll leave you with a few quotes from the movie:
In love you can't bring on a substitute.
Love is all a matter of timing. It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late.
All Memories are traces of tears
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Last night my visitor, friends, and I went to Nami for dinner.
I’m not a big fan of the whole sushi craze, but I did enjoy their unique sushi pizza and roboto steak, tender juicy pieces of meat grilled to perfection (yes Toronto Life, I am available to write your restaurant reviews.)
At dinner the friends decided that I would be perfect for their friend ‘Stratford.’
I agreed, thinking they would forget about it in a couple of days and life would go on.
I have preserving friends. As soon as dinner was over, we were whisked off to Yorkville, where Stratford was introduced.
Stratford is a very interesting guy. He’s an out of work actor, whose family is well off enough that he can be as bohemian as he wants, he’s spent much of his life traveling, highlighted by a lengthy stint in Japan, he’s funny, clever, fully of interesting anecdotes, he made me laugh a couple of times, and overall I found him to be the most interesting person I’ve met in a while.
Stratford appeals to the learned side of me, the I like to watch plays, read books, watch artsy movies, and travel to places no one else wants to see ……side.
But then there’s the loves to shake up a storm, leave a fete dripping wet, thinks booty shorts should be part of the summer dress code side…
Is it possible to find someone who can speak to both sides?
In the meantime, is it wrong to explore Stratford?
I’m not a big fan of the whole sushi craze, but I did enjoy their unique sushi pizza and roboto steak, tender juicy pieces of meat grilled to perfection (yes Toronto Life, I am available to write your restaurant reviews.)
At dinner the friends decided that I would be perfect for their friend ‘Stratford.’
I agreed, thinking they would forget about it in a couple of days and life would go on.
I have preserving friends. As soon as dinner was over, we were whisked off to Yorkville, where Stratford was introduced.
Stratford is a very interesting guy. He’s an out of work actor, whose family is well off enough that he can be as bohemian as he wants, he’s spent much of his life traveling, highlighted by a lengthy stint in Japan, he’s funny, clever, fully of interesting anecdotes, he made me laugh a couple of times, and overall I found him to be the most interesting person I’ve met in a while.
Stratford appeals to the learned side of me, the I like to watch plays, read books, watch artsy movies, and travel to places no one else wants to see ……side.
But then there’s the loves to shake up a storm, leave a fete dripping wet, thinks booty shorts should be part of the summer dress code side…
Is it possible to find someone who can speak to both sides?
In the meantime, is it wrong to explore Stratford?
Monday, July 07, 2008
I have a confession to make.
I’ve been shopping like a maniac.
There are major deals to be had right now. Everything is at least 50% off the original price. All great stuff: so far I’ve got new pants, new tops, new make up.
There was also the pricey hair cut and highlights on the weekend.
I was feeling rather guilty about the whole thing, when I came across an article about how Americans are planning on spending (or have spent) their stimulus checks. I realized that my spending is actually an important part of my civic duty. Sure PM Harper hasn’t sent me a stimulus check, but it’s bound to happen, right?
I am just a forward thinker.
Mr. Harper I await my thank you card and check.
I’ve been shopping like a maniac.
There are major deals to be had right now. Everything is at least 50% off the original price. All great stuff: so far I’ve got new pants, new tops, new make up.
There was also the pricey hair cut and highlights on the weekend.
I was feeling rather guilty about the whole thing, when I came across an article about how Americans are planning on spending (or have spent) their stimulus checks. I realized that my spending is actually an important part of my civic duty. Sure PM Harper hasn’t sent me a stimulus check, but it’s bound to happen, right?
I am just a forward thinker.
Mr. Harper I await my thank you card and check.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Random Thoughts on a Thursday Afternoon
Wanted was an odd movie, those assassins are a pretty gullible lot. It had a lot of promise, but turned out to be nothing more than a dooshioom dooshioom flick… (That’s Indian for all punch no substance. Oh lord I wrote: that’s Indian for…)
Why as you get older, single men expect you to be attracted to them? What is it about age that is supposed to wear down your own preferences and tastes to make you more open to the masses?
My house guest snores. So loudly that I can hear it through my closed door, and the two pillows I place above my head.
Don’t you wish some people would just leave you alone?
I’ve decided to chop my hair off. I’m tired of this lengthy mass of hair. It bores me.
Everyone seems to have gotten a smidge tubbier this summer. In Canada we get to disguise our pudge under deliciously stylish coats. Now that we are all forced into our tank tops and collared t-shirts the pudges our out in all their glory. Somehow my line “Pot Bellies are the New Black” isn’t catching on…
This weekend at my impromtu party (where the curtains came down) we were discussing the deal breakers in a relationship. Funny how once you’re no longer able to enjoy the things you loved in a relationship, you feel compelled to disown them. Case in point, sleeping on someone’s arm the whole night to awake to a major crink in your neck. When you’re in love with someone it’s like ice cream on a summer day
Heard a quote from some show the trouble with sleeping with an ex is that either it reminds you about how great it was; and you feel shitty because you can’t have it anymore; or it reminds you of why you broke it off, either way you end up feeling shitty. Learn CP, Learn…
My boss has the most annoying ring tone I have ever heard. Would it be wrong to steal it and load on a nicer tone? Wouldn’t I be doing my part for humanity? Or would it be cell phone terrorism?
I am thirsty as heck, but only have 75 cents to my name. Must learn to not spend money on silly things like Instyle magazine and gum.
Was watching a show last night about a group of teenagers who expressed interest in having babies and were given an opportunity to have a trial run. I am not sure how the parents who provided the ‘real life’ babies were able to sit calmly and watch these fools fumble through feeding and caring for these children.
I’m in love with the show Jon & Kate Plus 8. I know it’s a silly, girly show, but those kids are plain ole adorable. And I love how down to earth the parents are.
Why as you get older, single men expect you to be attracted to them? What is it about age that is supposed to wear down your own preferences and tastes to make you more open to the masses?
My house guest snores. So loudly that I can hear it through my closed door, and the two pillows I place above my head.
Don’t you wish some people would just leave you alone?
I’ve decided to chop my hair off. I’m tired of this lengthy mass of hair. It bores me.
Everyone seems to have gotten a smidge tubbier this summer. In Canada we get to disguise our pudge under deliciously stylish coats. Now that we are all forced into our tank tops and collared t-shirts the pudges our out in all their glory. Somehow my line “Pot Bellies are the New Black” isn’t catching on…
This weekend at my impromtu party (where the curtains came down) we were discussing the deal breakers in a relationship. Funny how once you’re no longer able to enjoy the things you loved in a relationship, you feel compelled to disown them. Case in point, sleeping on someone’s arm the whole night to awake to a major crink in your neck. When you’re in love with someone it’s like ice cream on a summer day
Heard a quote from some show the trouble with sleeping with an ex is that either it reminds you about how great it was; and you feel shitty because you can’t have it anymore; or it reminds you of why you broke it off, either way you end up feeling shitty. Learn CP, Learn…
My boss has the most annoying ring tone I have ever heard. Would it be wrong to steal it and load on a nicer tone? Wouldn’t I be doing my part for humanity? Or would it be cell phone terrorism?
I am thirsty as heck, but only have 75 cents to my name. Must learn to not spend money on silly things like Instyle magazine and gum.
Was watching a show last night about a group of teenagers who expressed interest in having babies and were given an opportunity to have a trial run. I am not sure how the parents who provided the ‘real life’ babies were able to sit calmly and watch these fools fumble through feeding and caring for these children.
I’m in love with the show Jon & Kate Plus 8. I know it’s a silly, girly show, but those kids are plain ole adorable. And I love how down to earth the parents are.
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