You Are 16% Spoiled
You are definitely not spoiled. You’ve worked hard for what you have.
Down to earth and grounded, you don’t need a lot to make you happy.
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Are you spoiled?
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Apparently I have a house guest.
It would seem, for the next 6 weeks or so starting tonight, my apartment will again become a crash pad. This time, though, at least it’s for a decent reason–my uncle’s taking a course and, to be nice about it, there’s no way in hell he’s driving 1.5 hours here and back for it on a daily basis. Hopefully he can get used to a sofa… ‘cuz the place definitely isn’t geared for more than one person, unless said more than one person is a significant other. Ah well, he knew it was coming and wants to do it anyway. The poor fool…
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Weekends are for… cleaning?
If you’re me, and you live in this apartment, then at least Sunday is. That’s exactly what I spent the last 2 hours or so doing (I’m being nice, it felt longer). But, it was still nice to actually have the weekend to myself, and get some time to just shut down for a bit. Friday night was dinner and a movie at my cousin’s place, and yesterday was pretty much the same with the exception that yesterday I also borrowed her washing machine. Hey, it beat the fuck out of paying a buck and a half per machine per load, thankyaverymuch. When you take into account that, since I moved up here, this is the first weekend I actually had where I was off, and not busier than I would be at work, all told I’d say it wasn’t bad in the slightest. Of course, any weekend wherein an afternoon can be killed shooting the shit over coffee can’t be any less than awesome. Anyone who disagrees can move on to the next blog. 😛
The place still probably isn’t entirely as clean as I’d like it to be, but… it’s definitely clean. So says the stack of dishes sitting on my kitchen counter right now. I love that no matter how busy a week I end up having, I’m always guaranteed at the least two days off with which to play catchup with everything that falls behind while I’m running my ass off. Two days may not always be enough, but for the moment, I sure as hell won’t complain. Except, maybe, that they don’t pay me to catch up on things around here. But, can’t have it all. -
Gives a whole new meaning to ‘kid at heart’, don’t it just?
Okay, before they shuffle me off to listen to calls, I just wanna point out that this is perhaps one of the most unusual stories I’ve seen in, well, ages. A 9-year-old girl with the mentality of a 3-month-old is being medically limited in her height and weight. Reading the article, I can definitely agree with what her parents are thinking, really–sure, so she’ll live until she’s 70, 80 or whatever. But it’s not gonna make any difference to her–she’ll still probably keep the 3-month-old mentality. They say the treatments they’re putting her through are mostly for her benefit, but truth be told, it’s probably just as much for theirs–I wouldn’t wanna be carrying a 20-year-old girl around because she definitely can’t be walking on her own. Can’t really sympathise/feel sorry for her because, well, like she knows, cares, or even realizes what’s going on. I dunno. There’s a whole ethics discussion behind this that I don’t wanna get into. The way I see it, they’re doing what they think is best for her, and it’s probably just as good for them, so I say more power to them. The kid has a right to a healthy, long life, sure, and if this is what her doctors believe will give her that, then… that’s really all that matters, no?
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They’re letting me listen in today.
Meaning in a few minutes I’ll be getting paid to let someone else take a phone call or few. Awesomeness galore.
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I’ve caught up to my schedule!
Proof that I can be ready and out the door in an hour or less. I ended up getting mobile by about 4:30, and after discovering I actually won’t be able to take what I’d originally planned for lunch (those little soup thermases are awesome, but small), I was surprisingly ready and gone by about 5:30. Meant I missed the bus I usually catch to get myself to my transfer stop, but the stop I get picked up from has ’em going by every couple minutes so that wasn’t too much of a stretch… for once. My day, which usually starts at 3:30, is no longer getting ahead of me. Thank the gods–that would have been embarrassing if I cared. And now, I go blog browsing for the last, like, 5 minutes of break.
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What does your birth date mean for your love life?
Your Birthdate: June 28
You don’t just believe in love at first site – you’ve experienced it.
You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!
You are very prone to love – hate relationships.Number of True Loves You’ll Have: 1
Number of Times You’ll Have Your Heart Broken: 6
You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.
I was officially born on the wrong day… this is so not me. Although, I hope it doesn’t just mean the 21st of that particular month… *whistles*
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Different year, same routine.
I’ve said it before, and probably on here, but it deserves being said again. It’s a *really* good thing it’s just me living here–I couldn’t come up with the time to clean up after anyone else. I got home again today at about quarter to 6, or there about, which is pretty much the usual for me now. That gives me just over 3 hours to go through a to do list of varying lengths depending on the day and what I didn’t get done the day before, and then it’s time for bed, and we do it all over again the next day. Don’t get me wrong, I like what I’m doing–at least I’m never bored, but if I had roommates, knowing my luck they’d be lazier than I ever used to be, and well, like I said I just don’t have time for that. My day starts between 3:30 and 4 usually, except for this morning but we’ll just ignore that because well, I was dead tired coming on noon. And unless it’s a weekend, my day ends at about 9. I dunno when it’ll end on the weekend, because I haven’t actually had a weekend to myself since I moved up here, what with Christmas related things having gone on.
Ottawa’s bus system’s apparently running some kind of new schedule, so I’m left to figure out a whole new set of drivers. And I was just getting used to the newbie with the accent, too. Ah well, these ones at least give the appearance of being fairly decent, so we’ll see. I’m usually an extreme critic of people in general, so I give it maybe 24 hours and I’ll have an entry brewing about how brainless at least one of them is. But for now, they seem fairly decent. One even borders on cool… impressive for a bus driver in this city. He will never actually *be* cool, though, until he can magicly remove the need to wake up insanely early to get to a less insanely early but still insanely early shift.
I probably shouldn’t complain too much about the shift I’ve been stuck with for training–I mean, yeah it’s early, okay… fucking early, but then again, I get home between 5 and 6 too. If I had a typical 8-5 shift, I wouldn’t get through the door ’til about 7-ish, give or take… maybe closer to 8. Suddenly, a quarter to 7 shift isn’t so horrible. But I still don’t wanna wake up at 3:30 to get there. As I’ve said often, I love the job, I hate the shift. But I should probably clarify… I like the shift, I hate needing to take a bus to that shift. But, I bus, so I shall now move my lazy self to bed, so the wake-up call doesn’t kill me. And… hey, I actually managed not to jump all over the spectrum of thought in this entry, as opposed to the one at dark o’clock this morning. Go me. -
Happy after New Year!
No, this isn’t going to be one of those regular occurances wherein I blog about things 2 or more days after they happen, or at quarter after 2 in the morning. Okay, scratch the second one. That one’s already a regular occurance. The new years party was awesome. A little dancing, a little alcohol, a lot of good food… all that was missing was a very special person, but unfortunately you just can’t drive from BC to here and expect to make any kind of short-term appointments. I did have plenty of fun, though, even if for all the alcohol that was consumed I still felt sober. I dunno what they were serving, but oh my god if it got any more watered down it wouldn’t be alcoholic. Aside from that, though, the week I spent in Pembroke, some of which got blogged about already, was… eh… so-so. It was nice spending Christmas and new years with my parents, but I coulda done without the sister-in-law. And probably so could they, to be honest, but eh, ’tis life, no? Only having to work for a day last week and getting paid for the whole week was rockin. And I’ll get some nifty little $$$ for not working yesterday either. You can tell I’ve never actually been employed before… the idea of getting paid to not work amuses me. And… hm. I’m a lot more all over the place with this entry than I’d thought I’d be this early. That’s not good. I go wake myself up now.
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My oficial New Year’s plan.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t really involve all too much drinking. I mean, yes there will be the not being sober. But this is me we’re talking about. There’s apparently some form of a party going on on Sunday, and I fully intend to be there this time. Unlike the last few years, wherein I ended up not going for lack of a date, this year I just don’t particularly care. I’m going for the food, dammit. If I meet someone, I do. If not, then hopefully the food’s good. And this keyboard is pissing me off, so I’m done. Stupid bloody parents’ computer…
