Tuesday, March 22, 2005

 I have become the jet setting rich girl I always wanted to be. Except that I'm not actually rich, I'm just pretending. Yay for credit cards! I leave on Friday for Vancouver, and I'll be gone until Wednesday. While I'm there I'm going to a wedding at a swanky country club, a tour of the CTV building there (yeah I'm a geek, like this is news to you people) and otherwise I'm going to be all touristy. And go shopping. With the credit cards. There may be some celebrity stalking as well. Too bad I don't ski, or I could hit up Whistler. That place is usually crawling in celebs. But yeah, Steph + Ski = Pain. I'm such a bad Canadian, I can't do any of the Canadian sports, skiing, skating, snowboarding, hockey (see not being able to skate).

So yeah, back on the 30th, work a bit so I can get some money, and then on April 9th I am off again to Cuba! I can not freaking wait. I need a week to lay on the beach and drink my face off so badly. My roommate and I are going to Varadero, and we got some gorgeous resort. It looks fantastic. I can't wait.

And after that I am back here, and back to work in an attempt to pay for this. Why wasn't I born into a family with Hilton like money?

I've recently rediscovered my love for Hot Hot Heat, and especially their song
Talk To Me, Dance With Me so here is it, via You Send It so you can all dance around like idiots with me.

And finally, I am so very glad that One is back! *kisses* We missed you babe.

Listening to: Hot Hot Heat - Talk to Me, Dance With Me
"You are my only girl, but you're not my owner girl..."

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

 Hello March! What the hell happened to January and February? They just flew by. So here are some highlights from February:

- I went shopping at H&M and spent way too much money. But I got a million new shirts and they are all super cute so I refuse to feel guilty about it.
- Turned 25, and partied it up.
- Was less depressed than I was in January. Mind you, that's not saying much.
- Decided with the Roomie that we need to go somewhere with a beach for a week. We're thinking Mexico. Maybe Cuba. But most likely Mexico.
- Planned a trip to Vancouver for the end of March.
- Decided to get a tattoo.
- Lost some weight, wheeeee!
- Got tickets to see Death From Above 1979 (show is next week).
- Downloaded some really good music
- Bought a great cd
- Made some really good mixed cds.
- Got a raise.

Moving on, it's been a while since I had a Creepy Work Guy story, so I feel it's time to break one out. Fun! Monday night I'm at work, as is CWG, and there is NOTHING to do. So boring. So at 9pm, I go hang out with one of the old married guys we work with, and we put on 24. I lust after The Kief, he makes fun of the plots, and it's very enjoyable. During commercial breaks, I check to see if there is any work, and there isn't. So back to 24 and KiefLust I go. 10 pm hits, there is still nothing to do, and the boredom is back. Anyway, I spend the rest of the night finishing up the tiny amount of work that comes out. At midnight I'm getting ready to go, when CWG comes in and says that we need to talk. This is never, ever a good sign.

Oh, mild back story... remember when I was all pissed off that I didn't get the full time job? But I did get guaranteed full time hours? Well CWG, also part time, didn't get anything. So that just chipped a little more at the huge chip on his shoulder.

So anyway, CWG starts in on this rant about how it really pissed him off that I "sat around slacking off and watching tv while I had to pick up your slack." Um, WHAT? So I explain the whole checking for work, nothing to do part of my evening. But he so didn't get it. He clearly was just looking for a chance to rant. He starts going on about how I always slack off, and get out of doing work, and how it's not fair that I'm getting full time when I'm not working at all. Then he starts in on how he has to sell his house and move because he's not getting enough hours. Thankfully then I got to throw back at him that he should never have bought a house when he only had a part time job. Because, really, that was fucking stupid. But he just went on and on, and I was tired and you know, depressed, so I of course start crying. Heh. And then he felt really guilty, and I was so happy about that. So I even turned it up a notch. I was full out sobbing. The asshole deserves it. I hope he feels awful.

So yeah, today I went into work early and had a chat with our HR manager. Nothing on the record, I just wanted to make sure that she knew that he was psycho, and clearly holds a grudge against me for getting "his" hours. Freak.

I'm thinking of planning more revenge. Feel free to offer up ideas.

For the record, the new Doves album Some Cities is freaking amazing. So, so, sosososososo good. I've listened to it about 4 times in a row. It's amazing and lovely. And so utterly Doves. Go forth and buy.

Listening to: Doves - Shadows or Salford
"A love was so haunting, lost and never found..."

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