One is bad enough, but two?
So, you think my subconscious is trying to tell me I've had enough of my "substitute parents?"
The dream:
I was looking hot, but you know, when am I not looking hot. And the three of us were at a club. Why it was just the three of us, I don't know, but it seems like I'm the only one with any patience to deal with them right now. And you have no idea what that is saying about the rest of my crowd, let alone myself. I shock myself sometimes, but that's besides the point.
Whoo, long winded this morning. :) That's what I get after getting up early and having gone to bed all jumbly on caffeine and the latest goings ons between my best friend and I.
Ok ok, the dream...I was at a club with them and they were being all parental. I mean honestly, who does that? Makes me want to scream. I met this guy...and having had enough of their crap I decided to go disappear for a lil while and raise a lil hell. You can say that I w
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Been around the world toniiiight
So even though things didn't work out the way we had planned, they always work out wonderfully, sometimes even for the better. Yes? Yes.
Bummer no. 1: I didn't get to use my final complimentary night's stay at the Hawthorn since they said they wouldn't be honoring the cards this weekend blah blah. Bah, fine. A tad disappointing, I mean, this is the summer's final hurrah basically. Daisy's going back to work, Latina's going back to school, Latina's man is going back to the rigs, and Bizkette and her boy are headed off to Victoria for a week. This was one last weekend of freedom, and since the girls and I had enjoyed the hotel for my birthday last year I thought this would be the perfect time to use the last one. Plus we'd get to use the pool! Woohoo. But yeah, no, they denied us.
*sigh* Fine. FINE! There was no way I was going to miss Expo Latino regardless...and this time Latina and her man joined me
No Takers
Update: Super Company called me last week to let me know I didn't get the position, but that they'd also like me to re-apply in a couple months as this position is advertised fairly often (like I said before, it was a contract position, but hearing that is also disconcerting 'cuz obviously they don't keep people on past their contract). For the first time in a long time I was completely dejected. I couldn't understand what had happened. As far as I could see, I was perfect for the position, and judging from the interview I thought I was a definite candidate for the job. They said I should polish up my writing a bit more. Um, sure, I guess. I'll have to study their work a bit more 'cuz in my opinion my writeup on Mexico was right on par with the writeups they have for other destinations.
I feel so stuck. Stuck stuck stuck. Can't go anywhere. Can't get out of where I am. Luckily it's not like I'm quicksand-style stuck.
Click the image above or the picturelink underneath the martini girl if you'd like to purchase a shirt bearing this message. I'm a Canadian, and to top it all off I tend to tune out when it comes to anything political. But I do know that Bush gets on my nerves and that it's ridiculous that he's even the president of one of the strongest nations in the world. And it's for that reason that I myself am getting one of these shirts to sport out and about. Well, that and Mijo did a brilliant job with these shirts in my opinion. What a snazzy idea! Not sure what you all feel about it, but I think that Coyote , Annika , Tony Pierce , and even Desiree would agree about not voting Bush in. I know the whole "shaved" part of the shirt doesn't make much sense, but that's what makes it fun in my opinion.
Take My Breath Away
I was early for my interview yesterday so I explored my surroundings to kill time.
Just around the corner is a sheet music store that I don't get to visit as often as I'd like. A half hour later I came out of the store with a book of piano/vocal selections from Saturday Night Fever (and thankfully, they're all of the Bee Gees songs from the soundtrack so it couldn't be more perfect in my opinion), the sheet music for Take My Breath Away by Berlin...'cuz I despise how Jessica Simpson bastardized the song, and You Don't Know My Name by Alicia Keys 'cuz you all know how much I love that song.
A very good start to my day.
While the company isn't situated in the "main" downtown area, it's just down the street. Plus, I'm quite familiar with the area as it is. Just across the street is Cafe Mediterranean , and obviously that also means that just around the way is Vicious Circle . All of this also means that I'
The hotness lives on
So, that company that I'd really like to work for, we'll call them super company, called my house last Friday and when I called them back this morning they wanted to know if I could come in for an interview. Woohoo! It's for the contract position, I'm sure, but that's all right with me. I can envision myself handing in my resignation to the store. It feels so good.
Everybody send me good vibes tomorrow.
Just a tad scared 'cuz they said I should bring my portfolio and written references if I have any...but it's ok if I don't. Augh, don't have either. Oh man. But I was made for this company. Surely they'll have to see that.
Yesterday I caught the Olympic basketball game with my brother and my daddy. I saw the supposed Dream Team get thrashed by Team Puerto Rico. Of course, I was rooting for Puerto Rico all along. I don't look at the stats, I look at the players. :) New found crush: Carlos Arroyo. Yeah,
Letting a good thing go to waste
I felt like the hotness last night. Even considering that I had to bring my change of clothes for after work (as I always do...there are better clothes to be wearing in public, no?) and I actually took the time to do my makeup in the food court bathroom. The hotness on the fly. Being on the fly is my specialty, it would seem.
So yes, I was the hotness. Hot. HOT! And it was wasted. I imagined a lush glam evening lounging with my Urban Singleton Family (*a nod towards Bridget Jones*) but it didn't turn out quite that way. Civic was in Adidas slides but you couldn't blame him as he had just met up with us straight from a friend's bbq. *sigh* BBQ! And Daisy always looks dolled up for an evening out. Bizkette was unfortunately m.i.a. which is a shame 'cuz I knew there was a dress she had been wanting to wear. I was urban glam. Had my hot pink clutch, which you all know is one of my favorites, a black tube top, my jeans, and m
What now?
My week has been pretty snazzy. I mean, sure, I didn't work much this week (a frustration yet a blessing in the summer) and of course now that it's the weekend I actually have shifts scheduled *sigh* but what can you do? I made the most of my week anyway. The baby bro, Weird Kid, is camping right now. I'm very jealous. But before he left we got to do some sibling bonding stuffs so I can't complain.
Tuesday he and I went to go see Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. It wasn't the most hilarious movie I've ever seen, but it provided a few good laughs and that's all I needed.
And I just had to prove it to myself, I watched Saturday Night Fever for the bazillionth time last week and Tony and the gang DO eat at White Castle in the movie. Look at that.
Wednesday, the renovated Market Mall re-opened. Hm, Chinook Centre has some competition finally. So Market Mall has an Aritzia now, and they have a Lululemon Athletica (for all those yuppie
A new day
So let's take a deep breath, stand up tall, flash a smile to the crowd, and be the better person. Shall we?
"Ain't nothing gonna break my stride, nobody gonna slow me down. Oh no, I've got to keep on moving."
On Friday I found 2 job postings for a company that sounds like the perfect fit for me. At long last! I just hope they realize we're a perfect match. Please please please call me! One of the jobs is a temporary contract, but I'd still go for it. They'd realize how I was made for that type of thing and they'd keep me. I'm sure.
And as for the friends who are doing what friends don't do...screw that. I'll shine in front of them. The most ironic thing is that one of the "unfriendly friends" is a long time friend who I assumed would never have it in her to behave like that. We're talking convent material. (Don't laugh, I'm so serious.) And lately, even before all this drama began, she&
Roll with it
Joe thinks I need a change of scene. Away from here, 'cuz obviously my beautiful Calgary life isn't so beautiful these days.
I just want a vacation. Leaving here permanently...I don't think I could ever do that. Just give me some time to step back, take a look at my Calgary situation through a different mindset, different angle...then I'll be ready to get back into the swing of things here.
I thought I was a strong girl, a tough girl. Boy was I wrong. Daisy called from overseas a couple of days ago...and it was so nice to hear her voice and to have someone to spill all my worries to that I ended up crying on the phone just before the operator disconnected us...she was out of coin for the phonebooth.
That made me feel bad, and she swiftly sent me an email (more money spent on communicating with me when she should be out sightseeing!) full of concern and worry. Last thing I wanted was to stress her out with my troubles when she's in her final days o
Who's your daddy?
I've got bruises today 'cuz the roller rink kicked my ass. Call it an abusive relationship, but I'll be back for more 'cuz I loooooooooooove my roller skates. And I'll do whatever it takes to become a roller diva.
Another abusive relationship: I used to take pride in my relatively drama-free life, but I guess you can only be so lucky. Just recently drama has been coming and finding me no matter what I do, and he likes to bend me over and beat my ass. I try to be cool and act like nothing's bothering me, but I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my game face on. He's going to crack me, and I know it.
I guess today's post is all about the world kicking my ass. Today's post is also brought to you by the letter J, and the number 3.
You know what brings me a little bit of joy these days? My HOT iPod. I don't care how materialistic that sounds. Music is so important to me. It soothes me. It comforts