Another quick.. err.. Another Rant

Argh.. what a bloody day.

Tam's out on vacation at the moment, so she's left me, the second in command, to just be IN COMMAND. What this means for me is today.. at the end of the month, when it's crunch time and hectic as hell, I get to work 12 hours as a base minimum today (actually turned out to be more like 13 after 'Dear Leske' and I got to sit around trying to find out what caused our $500 overage) and pretend to be completely pumped to put more into this company than I already have this month.

Honestly.. those jerks have completely ripped us off in the past month. Our normally hefty weekly bonuses dwindled to almost nothing when they decided to implement a policy about keeping our past dues at manageable level (I love how the suits get to decide what's manageable) and then our Regional neglected to mention to ANYONE that our expected monthly bonus for last month's blood, sweat and tears was NOT forthcoming. I have to admit I lost a lot of respect for her for that one.

In addition to that utter corporate baloney, they also decided that since we did so fabulously LAST month (keep in mind.. the month we earned NADA from, despite the hard work), they would jack up our potential and targets.. err.. about 6 months in advance. *sigh* Forget growing at a reasonable and and healthy incline.. we gotta skyrocket or guess what? No monthly money next month either.

And to boot.. I'm so psyched (NATCH!) about working all weekend after the day of utter hell I had today, and knowing my gorgeous green-eyed pseudo beau (see here) will be coming for a visit on Monday and my house has morphed into a sty in the week since he was here last. Oh I have more stories about my not-so-average Joe, as well, but I'll get to those when I'm a little more coherent and not relying on Red Bull to keep me upright.

Funniest thing that happened today? The debt that moron-I-used-t- live-with owes to my store has now been partially paid due to the cheque I certified on him today. Booyah! I thought that was sort of mildly humorous, and I can't believe he didn't think far enough ahead to know I would just TAKE the money to clear up his past due account when I know EXACTLY when he gets paid and how much. What a dolt.

Anyway.. I worry that after the Avril concert is over tonight (yes.. he went to Avril.. suddenly he appears even more doltish and I wonder why I ever had sex with him), he'll storm in here wondering why $400 just pulled a disappearing act from his account.

And then I can throw the cat at him and life will appear ok.

Time for Zzzz's.

More Dumb Mindless Things

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Slanguage?

Your Slanguage Profile

Canadian Slang: 100%

Prison Slang: 75%

Aussie Slang: 50%

New England Slang: 50%

British Slang: 0%

Southern Slang: 0%

Victorian Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

TFC.. I'm set up to be a Canadian convict.

The Rules... and a Brief Rant

As we all know, recently I was dropped very un-elegantly back into the single world.

I read the most wonderful piece of 'chick literature' the other day which gave me the most brilliant idea, based on my recent DISAPPOINTING attempts at dating.

Herein follows my 'Cardinal Rules of Dating':

* Men who still cohabitate with their parents are out. This to me, translated, means Dad still pays the bills and Mom (or step-mom, in many cases, especially in one which comes to mind straightaway) still does the laundry. If I can afford to support myself, 2 pets, and well, as of late, Alex, then he should be able to support himself, as well. I can't afford another major expenditure.

* He must be employed. As another recent bout, I discovered a man who was, even BRIEFLY, between jobs is a man who is highly insecure, and conversation doesn't tend to come easily when 'shop talk', 'my day at work' and 'the price of things today' are not viable topics. The sex may be good, and God knows he has time on his hands, but even springing for dinner at a darling little Greek restaurant is a $50 expenditure I can ill afford weekly.

* He can't be more serious than I am. Granted.. I have a dog to help lighten up my life, but if I have to worry that he's going to have more mood swings than I am, our would-be relationship is in serious jeopardy.

* Must love animals. No brainer. C'mon.


* Another recent one I encountered is that I need a man with tact. If I mention my mom is @ at a dog show and he says he thinks people at dog shows are weirdos, then hey, chances are we won't be going out for drinks again. Moron.

* A man who understands mutual respect. I'm not a ball breaker, yet, I don't believe a woman's place in barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but I'm fair, and I just want to be treated like a valued human being and a valued part of his life. Nuf said?

Someone else who I recently thought I was developing feelings for is coming back to the city shortly. I've recently decided that his lifestyle and my own coincide possibly even less than they have in the past, and can't quite imagine my life in a condo, drinking Starbucks swill instead of my beloved Tim's and running of to 'do lunch' in my new SUV.

I love my new LV purse (although not the 5 months of scrimping it took to buy the damn thing), adore stilettos and would love a pair of Manolos to complete my collection, but the life of a Yuppie and Juvenile Affected Princess, I am most certainly NOT cut out for. Even if my new lawyer friend, Renn, is dying to buy me a pair of White J. Lindenburg Yoga pants and Diesel sneakers so we can match walking Whyte with our striking pair of Siberian Huskies. He's so into appearances, and well let's face it.. I like lounging around in my old sweats, watching late night cartoons and eating Froot Loops with bad hair. It's me, dammit!

I mow my own lawn, gave up on having my nails done long ago, because planting a garden was ever so much more important to me, and little puffballs of entwined dog and cat fur in my closet are a part of my day to day.

The joy of Google

I was reviewing my site meter tonight, whilst deep in the throes of boredom, and I was taking a look to see where people were being referred to my blog from and I just had to share this.

To the person who found my blog while googling the term "I am a nympho" cigarettes.. buddy.. you rock! I don't know what posessed you to spend a very lonely Saturday evening searching for that term, but whatever.. you made my week!

Joe.. I miss you

I think this post may quite possibly be harder for me to write than any entry I've written in this blog thus far.

I can't deny that with the (Thank God, FINAL) loss of someone who got MORE than their fair share of mention in this blog, I've been happy, but something is lacking.

It's been over a month since I talked to someone more special and precious to me than a thousand Wayne's, and I sometimes fear that a month is not all I will go for without speaking to him. I think I hurt this wonderful human being.. in a way I can't completely comprehend but partially understand, I feel like I took this person for granted and am destined to be punished for this mistake forever.

This person was more than a friend, or a confidante or a simple lover. He was special and romantic, and what we had was simple and beautiful and I hate to think I lost it.

Joe... I miss you. I hurt everyday because you're not around and I can't just call you and hear your voice. I hurt that we wanted something which was so simple to obtain, and yet I created so many complications around it. I hurt that I turned down something you wanted more than anything in the world, without really weighing the options. I just hurt.

And it's so simple.. before, during and after Wayne, there was always you. And I love you.