Emotion of the day-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I have been reticent to complain about my job on this blog, but at this moment, I can think of nothing else than how frustrated I am every day when I come to work.

I love my job. I am good at it. I know I am doing great things for a group of people who really need it. I have successfully secured hundreds of thousands of dollars of funding this year and increased our profile tenfold.

But my board president fills me with a pure unadulterated rage like I have never felt before.

I hate her.

Hate.

Hate like flaming hot knives through the base of my scull...hate.

She is forcing me out of my job due to her evilness. She is a giant useless tit.

Seriously...

I give you an eerily accurate representation of the boss from hell...

I work for Mimi.

She smells like Llama poop because she owns a ranch, she NEVER says please or thank you and she just informed my co-worker that I needed to start booking travel because...really...what else was I paid to do.

She treats me like I am her indentured servant and a complete moron. She is totally condescending and from what I can tell...stupid.

gnnnnnr.

I am OFFICIALLY on a job hunt.

Then...I am on a Mimi hunt....mwa ha ha ha ha.

Emotion of the day-Petty

It is very wrong of me, but at this moment I am overjoyed and filled with glee.

I realize that it is quite petty. I am not PROUD of this by any stretch. In fact, I am slightly embarrassed by how overwhelmed I am with delight at the moment. I am giggling in my chair as I write this...

I have just discovered that my stalker ex boyfriend is married to a girl whose nickname was...

wait for it...

The Town Pump

hee hee hee hee hee

I am a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad person...

Emotion of the day-EWWWWWWWWWWWW

Picture this.

February 14, 2007.

New Westminster.

A tall fluffy blonde girl running up the street to plug her parking meter.

Its raining, but she usually doesn't mind the rain, but she is wearing red fuzzy heart antlers on her head as it is valentines day and she doesn't want them to wilt.

So, she runs.

She is not wearing appropriate shoes for running uphill. This fact alone is not surprising. She is wearing her fantastic new boots from Hush Puppy that she just LOVES thank you very much, but they are certainly not appropriate for running up hill.

But she runs anyhow.

As she approaches the car, she slips and almost takes a header down the hill on her tuckus. She looks down to see what she has slipped on and discovers...

A discarded used condom.

Next to another discarded used condom.

And an unused condom.

In the middle of the sidewalk.

On Begbie St in New Westminster.

Completely in the middle of the sidewalk at 11:00 am on a Wednesday. AND THEY WEREN'T THERE AT 9:00 am EITHER BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE SLIPPED ON THEM THEN!

So they were fresh.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

If I didn't love these boots so much, I would SO burn them!

I used to say that New Westminster is the armpit of British Columbia. I may be wrong with that judgement however. Apparently it may be another body part.

Emotion of the day-Sleepy

I am VERY sleepy today. Drowsy...dozy...soporific...sleepy.

And why?

Because my cat sleeps on my head.

I don't think this is normal.

I have two cats. Captain Jack Sparrow and Stella. Both are rescue kitties-Jack from the SPCA, and Stella was about to be SENT to the SPCA before we saved her.

Stella and Jack-Stella, as usual, is queen of the scratching post. This was taken when Jack was MUCH younger...and not as fat.

Jack is...well...a dork. He sits on his tail bone like Homer Simpson on the couch, he farts, he purrs SO LOUDLY we swear it disturbs the neighbours, and because he is half Manx, he has a curved spine which causes him to walk like he's drunk and he's fat. And, according to the web page I just read, one of his greatest health concerns is overweightness...which is no surprising considering when he was house-sat at Hot-Lunch's abode, he ate TWO DISHES OF FOOD A DAY! I think he thinks he's a dog. But we love him because he is SO FREAKING CUTE!!

Stella is the most beautiful cat in the world. Sadly, she knows that so is a total princess. And a bitch. But thankfully, she is very fond of us, so we are saved from her bitchery. She briefly had a hate on for women with long hair, so would attack the back of their heads when they came to our house. She was also jealous when the fiance and I started dating as she would swat ME every time the affianced and I kissed...evidently she wanted him all to herself. AND I WAS HER OWNER!

She is very affectionate...she likes to sit on our laps and gives us kitty kisses all the time. She prefers to sleep between the two of us at night, I suppose so she can alternate who she tickles with her whiskers.

Sometimes, however, she gets cold. And I think her cure for coldness is to sleep on my head. And its not just the TOP of my head. She wraps herself around my head, ear and neck. All she leaves exposed is my nose...so I can breathe I suppose. So I wake up wearing a fur hat. Usually I can sleep through it because its so cozy. She hasn't done it in awhile though, so I haven't developed my immunity to cat-hats. So I kick her OFF my head...fall asleep...and then she sneaks back on and I wake up...to kick her off...and then fall asleep...until she sneaks back on. So hence, the sleepiness.

And we have run out of coffee at the office.

So I am a WEE BIT sleepy...need coffee...must...go...find...caffeine...

I hate Mondays. Garfield was right.

Emotion of the day-Angry

I may have previously mentioned a love of skytrain.

I am rethinking that statement.

It took me one hour to get home. I live and work a two minute walk from the train, and I travel two stops.

TWO.

They are a fair distance apart...but still...TWO!

Apparently there were electrical issues on the track so there were frequent stoppages during the usually 10 minute trip. Skytrains were being forced to merge onto a single track, so massive delays occurred. Disembarking at my station, I saw transit police EVERYWHERE, yellow tape cordoning off areas, and HUNDREDS of people waiting to get on the train. I had to push my way off the train as people were trying to get on. (This is another pet peeve of mine. Why can people not WAIT for passengers to exit the train. Logically, we were occupying a space on the train that you can fill up, so why don't you wait the 4.5 seconds it takes us to exit the freaking train before leaping on to it! Idiots!)

GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

This is not the first delay. Snow kills the skytrain, god forbid there is a heavy wind, and I don't even want to THINK about what is going to happen when it starts to rain again.

Ladies and gentleman, we seem to have a transit system that cannot handle WEATHER!

Again I say GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

According to Translink, which is run by a group of men and women who I am assuming have NEVER had to use public transit,

SkyTrain moves customers quickly, efficiently and reliably across the region through 33 stations along the 49.5 kilometres of the Expo and Millennium lines.

QUICKLY AND EFFICIENTLY? I could have walked home faster, if I wasn't wearing inappropriate shoes (damn my obsession with inappropriate shoes).

I want a refund. I bought a transit pass because of the CONVENIENCE AND EFFICIENCY of the aforementioned skytrain, and seriously, they have NOT been delivering! I DEMAND SATISFACTION! I want either a refund OR I want them to offer me a ride to work everyday. AND if they give me a ride to work everyday, it must be in a Prius or another low emissions vehicle so I make less of a footprint on the earth which is WHY I take the freaking skytrain!!

GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I am an unsatisfied customer. These boobs provide a public service, the public is their customer, and I am guessing that customer satisfaction is not job one for them.

AND...what is going to happen during 2010? DEAR LORD!!!! Aren't we supposed to be a World Class City? I believe one of the criteria is an advanced transportation system. I think we may be running a little short on that regard.

Oh skytrain...why have you forsaken me?

Emotion of the day-Stunned

A complete stranger spat on me today.

I am fairly certain it was unprovoked. I don't think I have offended anyone recently enough to cause them to spit on me, or to tell their friends to spit on me. I am not a member of the Masai tribe of Africa, who apparently spit on each other as a greeting or farewell.

And yet, the spit was spat.

I was walking innocently along Columbia St, heading for my office, when a man pedaled by me on his bike, snorted a sound that pigs everywhere aspire to, turned his head and hocked a massive loogie on my shoe.

I know he saw me. I am 5'9" tall and today am wearing a bright pink trench coat. BRIGHT PINK! You cannot miss bright pink. And I was the only other person on the sidewalk...its not like I blended in with the masses toddling along Columbia. It was just me. In my pink coat. He would have to be blind to have NOT seen me. And if he was blind, why the heck was he riding a bike? And, if we was blind, it still doesn't excuse the rat pig bastard for spitting on my newly polished shoe!

What is WRONG with people? Who spits on a stranger's shoe? Seriously...who does that?

When Vancouver Mayor Sam Sullivan introduced Project Civil City, announcing that the overworked Vancouver Police would be getting tougher with offenders of public bylaws involving jaywalking, spitting, urinating in public etc I thought,

"Does this man not have enough to do? What about the homeless? What about the arts? What about the variety of special needs non-profits that are begging for money daily? (small plug for the day job). Shouldn't the police be, I don't know, ARRESTING BAD GUYS as opposed to preventing itinerant spitting? Get a grip Sam!"

I have always thought of Sam as a whiner and a wimp and a boob. He is actually on record for giving people money SPECIFICALLY to buy drugs! He evidently does not have a firm grasp on reality. Why introduce Project Civil City NOW?

I now know. Well done Sam Sullivan! If people cannot be trusted to restrain themselves from public urination and spitting on random strangers shoes, I think we need to fine the pants off them then give the money to the small non-profits that are begging for money daily. In fact, lets TAKE their pants and make them stand in a public place to be spat on and mocked.

MWA HA HA HA HA!

I now must go burn my shoes...they seem to be covered in spit.