Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Random Ramblings Jayzus H. Kee-IST these dogs are driving me bloody mental. I feel my sanity slipping away... not in waves, but big chunks. Like an overhanging cliff dropping into the ocean; it was destined to go eventually, after so many years of constant erosion. They are like bloody children, I swear to god. My little sister assures me that children are "easier"... yeah, right. And I'm a Chinese jet pilot. Not falling for that one. They are like a couple of kids, though. Spoiled, bratty, "drop-to-the-floor-in-the-grocery-store-in-a-fit-and-turn-to-a-straight-wooden-board-when-you-try-to-pick-them-up" kids. Absolutely exhausting. The bloody weiner wants whatever The Walrus wants... only to fight over it, win, and then prance over to a corner in the livingroom to gloat and chew on his new prize. Until The Walrus takes interest in something else, when the weiner will promptly cast aside the "old" toy in a new campaign to rob The Walrus of whatever small joy he finds. They end up scrapping violently over the toy in question until I have to intervene with stern words, removal of the toys, and a time-out for them both. (sigh) I think it's totally unfair that this pair isn't recognized as legitimate children... I should be getting government subsidies. Week 4 in the new job... not feeling like I'm "getting it". Not living up to my "one-month goals" that I listed as part of my interview presentation. Hmmm... should probably make a concerted effort to tackle a few more of those items before my first month is up. Swimming, swimming, swimming. Some days I'm drowning, others I float. But mostly I feel like an awkward in-between... like a pudgy unpopular kid straining the seams of his too-small speedo while the other kids look on and laugh. Like I said... awkward. I feel like every single thing I absorb or stumble upon is quickly followed by three totally unrelated new items, all of which are drunk in history and brimming with problems. I am learning that this job is truly a full-time firefighting position. Most days I feel like I'm herding cats... an exercise in futility. But, I try to remain congnizant of the fact that I've only been in the role for 3 weeks, and that there is no possible way for me to know much more than I do. I try, but am easily frustrated by myself and my lack of knowledge and understanding. Meh. Meanwhile, my new-to-me car that I looooovvvee is already showing signs of going tits up. We had a bad day yesterday. First, the small chip in the center of the windshield - the cherry chip - popped and split in both directions across the full span of the windshield. That was on the drive to work. On the way home, the "Check Engine" light came on. The very same light that we spent $300 repairing upon buying the car... 3 weeks ago. I swear, everything I touch is a money pit. It's very disheartening. Take, for example, our former carport... The carport that was recently ordered to be removed by a local building inspector because a) he felt it wouldn't withstand the snowload, and b) we didn't have a permit to "build" it. We argued both points (it was a "kit" carport, like the ones from Canadian Tire - but with a tin roof) and were threatening a battle should he pursue a course of action against us when BLAM! the fecking thing collapsed from the heavy snowload. With both cars under it. Goddamnit I hate being wrong! Am thinking that if this house ever sells, I should look into buying myself a good rock to crawl under... safer for everyone that way. I wonder if they list rocks on MLS? |