It is my nemesis’ last day at work today.  I actually hugged her because i am so pleased she is leaving.  I don’t think i’ve mentioned her before but she is the lady that sits next to me that has 2 other side businesses and is always insulting me.  

On my first day at work i thought she was inviting me to an evening out with friends and i was so excited because its really hard to find people my age in this city/government.  Thankfully i realized prior to going that the evening was really a seminar where she taught people to network and start their own businesses.   Her other project is selling energy bars. So if someones says “hey lets go for coffee” She’ll ruin it all by bringing out a box of these weird bars and forcing people to buy them and eat them in their cubicle alone.

Also, i am a bit sensitive because everytime i say something like i don’t feel well today or  i am tired or i am hungry she goes really loudly…”are you pregnant”.  The last time she did it i said to her “quit saying that, your freaking me out..its like i am 17 year old and pregnant with a loser husband” – just because i know she had the first of her 3 kids at 17 with a man she divorced.

Oh sweet day. 

Bobs birthday party  is tonight at a Japanese restaurant.  Trying to convince Dan to come but he just sleeps all the time now since he works at 5am. I can’t wait until he starts school again. 

The fair was good this year.  It wasn’t in the ”best ever” category because i restrained myself from doing any extreme drugs and thus don’t have any memorable stories about crawling on the ground, hiding from giants, or losing my arms to a huge wooly sweater. 

Thursday night was probably the best night.  We had such a long week with the move that it took two drinks for Dan to get completely intoxicated and a third for him to start puking.  I made the poor guy sit/sleep in a chair until i went to bed at 4am because I was worried he would vomit and die like john belushi if i left him in the tent by himself. 

i sat by the fire and sang and played guitar with my dear friend bob on thursday night.  I thought we were sober but when i think back about the evening we would sing a few lines of an ani defranco song that we liked in high school, stop because we forgot the words, repeat that section that we did remember again, switch to a different song, quit that song because we didn’t know the words and go back to the first.  Ahhh…it was a good time. 

We did a shot to Shahla and Erin.  it was weird not having them there while we played all the old counting crows songs, ani defranco, chris smith, and wendy mcneil songs.  we had such good times in those days. No worries about jobs, mortgages, etc.  We only had to worry about the “man” and how to accidently run into the thoughtful, unemployed, cronic guy that we had a crush on at Blues on Whyte.

Friday was rainy and the bands were lame but Sat. there was ALpha Ya ya diallo, luke doucett and the some with the crazy bourlesque dancers.  Kinda neat. 

Differnet kind of fun this year.   Getting old i guess. 

I spent my weekend dealing with marital problems (thank god i am not married because i couldn’t deal with that on a regular basis).  

Friday I finally surpassed my threshold of dealing with his shit. Friday night was my friend’s birthday and 2 hours before we were supposed to go he decided to ditch out on me and meet up with his friend Jessie — who is this alpha male asshole – who i can’t stand.   I wanted to go out as a couple instead of me taking a bus for 45 minutes through the hood by myself to sit with 4 other couples.   I did what I do best and yelled then cried.  For awhile I thought i was in the wrong then decided it was really him that was in the wrong. 
This episode repeated itself sat. when he decided to have a housewarming party. I didn’t want to have people until our boxes were unpacked and our place looked normal.  Instead of comprimising he brought all his friends over….Jessie, some nice people and Sandra.  Sandra is even worse than Jessie because she is starting her PHd and her head is inflated.   She talks and talks about herself loudly and disagrees with everything you say.  I am really hoping she doesn’t make it through the program.  The world does not need another self-absorded professor that hears no one else speak and thinks they are greater than everyone else.

 Anyways. we don’t hate each other anymore.  Dan has promised me that for a few weeks i dont’ have to deal with Sandra and Jessie and i’ll try not to punch them out when i see them after that.

My condo sale went through today at lunch and i have some extra money to burn.  I should buy some clothes for work.  I keep wearing black everyday and my hair looks like the same as what most junior high science teachers sport.  Buying clothes would mean that i have to except that i’ll be this weight for awhile longer and i refuse to do that eventhough i am eating jube jubes in my office right now because i am bored.

I have managed to answer only one email today and its 1:30.   Next week will be much more exciting if I just put off doing all my work. 

Alyse is coming down this weekend for North Country Fair. I pick her up at the airport sat. around lunch.  What better way to rekindle a friendship than going camping in northern alberta for 4 days — most likely in the rain.

I organized everyone on the business trip to meet in the hotel lobby at 8:30am to catch taxis to the airport.  ALthough everyone was determined we should leave earlier they resigned themselve to listening to me. 

 Of course our cab was late and Calgary has terrible traffic jams.  We got to the airport at 9:15 to find out our plane was actually at 9:25.  I don’ t know why people trusted me on the time and date since i hadn’t even bothered to print the itinery.  So everyone ran for the plane, including my boss in her little yellow suit and high heels. 

We made the flight but old yellow suit pretended she was sleeping during the flight…i am sure she just wanted to ignore me because she was irritated that i screw things up all the time. I didn’t care.  Her suit offended me and i was stuck with it all day.

Are pastals back in style because on Wedneday she wore a pink suit?  Blah…

I am not going to write about my move.  It was painful — my u- haul reservation was wrong, my phone doesn’t work, the toilets are broken in my house, and i fell down a flight of stairs and hurt my leg.  What more can i say.

 My first bus ride to work was scary.  The bus goes right through the worst neighbourhood.  By the time i arrived at work i was sitting next to a woman who smelled like dog breath, a bottle picker and numerous other memorable people.  I think i’ll try the train the train next trip eventhough i’ll have to walk 4 blocks or maybe i should just bike. 

I am flying to Calgary this afternoon.  What a waste of money and time.  We have meetings in the morning wednesday so i fly there this afternoon, stay over night, attend meetings all day, stay over night and fly back right in the morning.  Does this make any sense to anyone who knows Calgary is 2.5 hours away if we drive? oh god please let me have my own hotel room. 

I went swimming this morning before work.  I expected there to be skinny urban professionals doing laps before racing downtown in their BMWs.  Instead, half of the lanes were slow lanes and everyone had grey hair.  If you were 70 something years old, why they hell would you get up at 6:00am to swim lengths?  I mean its great but i mostly likely won’t be doing that.  I think i’ll sleep until 10-11 because morning tv just doesn’t do it for me (except i do have a soft spot for days of our lives).

Why you ask was i up at 6am?  Well i normally wake up at 6:50 so i can arrive at my job for 8:30 (start time is 8:15 though) so i can have coffee, or like today, write in my blog for the first 30 minutes.    Today though is special because i woke up at 3:45 am. 

Yesterday night i went to view my house before the possession date to make sure no damage was done by the people who were renting it.  The house was beautiful — everything was perfect (its old and small but i was happy).  When i was walking out the door the lady goes “did you know that the possession date states Sat. on my  papers…i thought we changed it but it must just be on my copy”  i went home and yes of course the date was Sat.  not Friday.  We had crossed out the correct possession date, wrote in the wrong date and initialed it.  OF course, no lawyer is around at 6:00pm so i started crying.  My brother in law’s voice (he is a realtor) kept ringing in my head “make sure you don’t put the possession date on a Sat. it messes up deals when you do that.”  I ran around my apartment and building crying,  telling random strangers that my deal was falling apart. 

When taking out the garbage i even told the handy man who was renovating a suite about my dilemna.  He was so kind and told me he was a retired lawyer and reassured me that everything would be fine.  Later in the evening i learned from the owner of the suite that the man is insane and actually worked at home depot before he started this job for them.  He has been working on their place for a month and only put up one wall but they had paid him for 1/2 work and he keeps asking for more $$ because he is broke. So he probably wasn’t a lawyer but rather a drug addict, etc.  whom i told where my new house was, when i was moving out and all kinds of info that makes me vulnerable.

So again, i had a nervouse breakdown.  Went to bed at midnight after watching shows about murderers still on the loose.  Woke up at 3:45 sweating.

I am now waiting until 9am for my lawyers office to open so i can call/stalk/freak out again.  I can’t wait for this week to end. 

I have finally got a blog!!!  I am hoping by next christmas i’ll be able to start a new blog with a bit more spicy username.   

I had to start this blog because i need a new pass time.  When I am bored at work now i sit and search facebook, reading profiles of old friends and people i had crushes on but it really is not satisfying. Every person lists their credentials, the cool movies they’ve watched, the hip bands but they never says anything about the break-ups, the drama, or about life.  I guess that isn’t the purpose of facebook but that is the stuff i am curious about.  I can’t relate to all the pictures of new babies and recent weddings (or not so recent weddings..why do people do that?).  And i am embarrassed of the picture i have posted.  Its me alright..but when I weighed 30lbs less (quit smoking — dying of heart attack now instead of cancer).

Plus…i hate how all these people from my elementary and junior high in Lloydminster keep adding me as friends on facebook.  They now have 10 kids, managing dollar stores and gas stations and write messages like “Holy F%$#, Where the F#$# have you been. I almost S$#$ my pants when i saw your F%$$#$@ name on facebook.  How the $##@ are you.” 

 Plus. i had to start a blog to rant about the legal secretary dealing with my condo sale.  For 4 days i have been leaving her messages (2 yesterday) asking her to call me back because i haven’t signed any paperwork.  The last message i left went something like “please call me back..i am only 27 and can’t deal with this stress…you need to call me back or ‘else’”.  Now i am panicking that she just won’t ever call me back because now i’ve threatened and harrassed her. 

However, while writing this entry Darlene, the legal secretary, did write me back and apologized for not calling me back. SHe had appointments with specialists and a family member died.  Embarrassed i am. 

I think i need sedatives.  When you get excited and crazed about Charles Taylor or Rawls in grad school people think you are entertaining and want to have coffee and smoke with you.  In the real world i could get myself arrested for compulsively fixating on situations until i solve the problem.

 Now i should start work. i am actually busy at my new job although my old habits are hard to overcome.