Of course, I bought my coffee at 6:30 this morning. And I ended up not finishing the thing until 10:15, when I could actually get off the phone long enough. I’ve taken a grand total of 2 calls so far, and one of those ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee. Thanks loads, asshole. I didn’t want to wake up this morning anyway. Ah well, maybe this half-empty can of coke I tossed in with my lunch’ll do it…
Sidenote: who the hell scheduled a lunch break for 10:30 in the morning? I know I’ve been here since 7, but come on. It’s bad enough that it’s an hour. Does it really also have to be early?
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When I bought it, it was warm.
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At least we didn’t suck.
Usually when we lose, even if it’s just by a goal, it’s due to the fact we completely and totally came apart for pretty much the entire game. Last night, at least, we were able to keep it relatively together–well, except for about a 42 second stretch wherein both goals were scored. Okay, I admit it–I watched that game, in spite of Mike telling me not to, seeing as he was going to be there. That’s what I get for pointing out my theory on the corelation between Leafs losses and my having paid attention to any particular aspect of the game. Still, it can’t be too bad… I mean, it wasn’t 7 1, unlike certain other games I made the unfortunate mistake of sitting partway through. Personally, I’ll take a loss in a shootout, if only because it still means we walked away with 3 out of a possible 4 points. And… c’mon, it’s the Leafs. I love the team and all, but they’ve only one back to back games once this year. and never a shootout. At least, never a shootout with Toskala in net. Which begs the question, and it’s a question I can’t be the only one asking… would the score be any different with Raycroft in net? And, can we find out next time?
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Wherein my opinion of relying on other people gets more confirmation it doesn’t need.
So remember when I was looking forward to the day shift because I could catch the decent buses going to and from work? Well apparently, they neglected to make that the case on Saturdays. Now, Sundays is understandable–bus service sucks on a good day then anyway. But I distinctly recall seeing that there was a bus running this morning, at the usual 5:20 or 5:21 time slot, just as it did on a normal day. So, silly little me goes out and freezes his ass off waiting for said bus to show up. 5:45 gets here, and… yup, still no bus. Now, ordinarily I wouldn’t particularly care–just go to the next stop and catch another bus that’s heading in the same general direction, and I’ll meet up with my transfer on the other end. Except the only other bus running that early? One that leaves at… you guessed it, 5:46 in the morning. And that particular bus stop is a 20 minute walk from my house, and from the stop I was currently standing at-. 25 if I decided I couldn’t be bothered to cut through my building to get there–it’s freezing cold. Yeah freaking right. So thanks to OC Transpo misinforming me, my shift was a writeoff before I got out the door. The end result? A phone call in sick, an explanation to my manager of all of 4 days that I did not, in fact, decide to take a Saturday off whether I had one or not, and… I get to enjoy an unplanned Saturday off. Which, okay, can’t complain about that. But it would have been nice to have actually planned that unplanned Saturday off, rather than OC Transpo deciding that I didn’t want to go to work anyway. Well, I guess on the bright side, I can get some housework done around here. Eventually. Meaning… just as soon as I figure out whether or not I want to go grab a couple more hours’ sleep. It’s not like I don’t have the option now.
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Quebec strikes again.
Warning: If you don’t want to read the below rant, scroll down to the next entry.
Quebec has officially managed to screw itself over in more than one way, but this time methinks they’re desperately looking for any old excuse to cut themselves off from Canada. And as I’ve said before, I won’t miss it any. But really, can they really find so little to complain about nowadays that they need to cry about the fact that, like *every* other government telephone system, you are given the option to choose between English and French instructions at the *beginning* of the interaction? Apparently they answer is yes, because they are. And I can only say one tiny little thing on that one. Jesus fucking christ just cut the chord and be done with it already. I didn’t want anything to do with them before, and now if I don’t have to bother with them at all, I’ll be thrilled. Extatic, even. And headache free! Say, how long before they go running to the US? Anyone placing bets? -
Slept through this one, too. Can you tell?
My brilliant plan was to come home, flake out for about half an hour, then order pizza and watch the game. What did I end up doing? Coming home, flaking out for half an hour, getting up at midnight, missing a 3 nothing win, and not ordering pizza. Gotta love it when things work out. Well, on the bright side, it *is* getting a little easier to actually go to work for the shift I’m on now after spending the last… oh… damn near a year on overnights. Apparently I missed a good one, too–the scoring didn’t start until the end of the second period, and it was all toronto. Figures. Note to self: tonight, watch the damn game. Which they’ll probably lose, because I intend to watch it if it kills me. Although I may pass out in the process. Oh well!
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Appatently, I get to watch tonight’s game after all, thanks to the fact I can grab a couple hours’ cat nap should I decide to later. Thank you, OC Transpo–rant to come on that one when it stops irritating the royal hell out of me.
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So I can be lazy after all.
They do, it would seem, play tonight. And for the first time since the hockey season started, I’m actually not scheduled to miss a Friday night hockey game. Someone else will be preparing my dinner. Tonight, we dine in Leafdom. Unless they lose. Then we dine in hell.
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Well now. That was cold.
The walk and subsequent bus ride to work, that is. Uber, freaking, cold. Somebody must hate me. It’s not even January yet, either. Ladies, gentlemen, and people of indeterminate genders, I officially hate winter in Canada. And it’s neither snowed nor actually become winter yet. Bloody hell times 6. I wanna go home…
Required dose of optimism: I think the Leafs play tonight. That means pizza. Which means I don’t have to cook. I like this arangement. -
An open letter to winter.
Dear winter,
I would just like to point out that you have, once again, managed to show up way too freaking early. You aren’t supposed to be anywhere near here until December at the earliest. It should not *be* this cold in early November. And there’s a nasty rumor floating around that there was a snow sighting this morning. You are not welcome here. Kindly screw off until December.
Sincerely, me.
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I might actually get used to this.
After going for an unplanned workout last night, and subsequently not getting to bed until about 1:30, you’d think I’d be slightly more tired than I am right now. That whole… 2.5 hours of sleep thing. But, surprisingly, I’m not. Perhaps not surprisingly considering I just regained consciousness–I expect I’ll be pretty nearly whiped by about noon today. But, for the moment, I’ll take it. Not bad for someone who’s spent the last 8 or 9 months working nights. Now, depending on how *this* goes, I may still be looking for another job come January. But I’m not shaking my head at this arangement this morning. Don’t wanna disturb the cobwebs.
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On the other hand, my theory could just be bunked in the span of a minute.
After 4 minutes, it was 2 nill Ottawa. That hurt… a *lot*. This, I’ll add, after a conversation via IM albeit briefly with Mike regarding the Leafs’ current defensive/goaltending situation. Two goals scored less than a minute from each other, and the game was pretty much over at that point. I stuck around to finish the first period, then hit the gym for the rest of the evening–enter in the test that, when I don’t actually watch the game, it goes my way. It didn’t. For the second time in 2 weeks, Toskala gets shelled, and gets yanked. Now, I’m finding myself thankful I missed that game. Did you perhaps want to reevaluate Toskala’s abilities, Mike? I’ll say nothing about the guys in front of him–we already know defensively we’re shot. Ah well, if we’re gonna get killed, it might as well be by the best team in the league. But does the best team in the league right now *really* have to be Ottawa?