Office Space

I know I've been sort of vague as of late with what's really going on, so I guess this allows for a bit of back story (MY FAVORITE!).

Ross has moved in with his lovely boyfriend, Quentin, downtown, and therefore I am down to 2 roommates -- Callie and Tyler (he prefers Raven). After Ross left, Callie took his room. That left her old room, my FORMER office (from a time when I was living with a certain moron most of you know about).

Slap 2 coats of paint in there, move the furniture around and VOILA, I have an office again!

So just in case anyone wants to have cyber sex with me in the upcoming weeks, my office isn't my dining room anymore, so I can totally take my pants off now!


Err.. maybe not.

3 Things I'm Thankful For

Well, jamEs at Modsuperstar (coincidentally, my big sis's fiance) tagged me, and while I'm not as thankful for peanut butter and crackers, sideburns and the letter Q as he is, I will humbly submit.

1. My Boyfriend

Anyone that frequents my blog knows how important this guy is to me. He was my support system through a lot of fairly difficult periods in my life and I've always said I wasn't sure I would have come through them as unscathed as I did. He says he put forth a bit of effort that got rewarded tenfold, but I'm not sure about that -- I think I still owe him several cakes.

To boot he's just an awesome person with a good head on his shoulders, and he tries his hardest to keep this space cadet as grounded as he can.

2. The Bed that Hugs Back

I love my bed, but one morning Mr. Roberts and I woke up and went about our day and he commented on what a good sleep he had. "The bed hugs you," he says, and I thought, yes, that's accurate. Since I make it a point to hug my bed whenever I crawl in to show my appreciation, it is now The Bed that Hugs Back. I also made it a point to decorate my room like some old fashioned English harem with filmy curtains surrounding it, so I'm pretty thankful for my room as a whole, but the bed -- well, the bed rocks.

3. My Internet Coming Back ALL BY ITSELF

I'm pretty pissed at Shaw right now. I called them last week to complain about how my internet kept going down and the earliest they could schedule a service call was March 2 which would be this coming Friday. I'll admit it. I am completely 100% addicted to the internet. One day isn't so bad, but by day 2 I'm breaking out in cold sweats and checking questionable emails on the sly at work to satiate my cravings. Yet again, another reason I need an outside hobby.

I tag Callie, Mr. Roberts (he that needs to blog) and DTD.

Today's Totally Awesome Thing

I'm sick with the flu today (Thanks Tyler!) so it means I'm generally sitting in front of my computer feeling really lethargic and a whole lot of sorry for myself, but if there's one better place to be when you're in that mindset than sitting in front of your computer chatting with your loving boyfriend who's over 8 hours away at work, I don't know what is.

Especially when you discover websites like this!

Click on Get Started, and have yourself some fun.

I created myself, and then 10 minutes later asked Mr. Roberts to make his version of me.

The results?

The Me Version:


The He Version:

That's a PDA Device, and that's a Corgi, the next breed I'm going to get. But it's pretty obvious why I love him.. he made me a fox!

My Single's Ad

AWF seeking crazy people to enhance her life. Must enjoy crazy walks to no particular destination at 3 am, drinking around bonfires, wearing fun hats, being in stupid pictures and cleaning her house. Single horny men need not apply. Preference will be given to applicants who provide transportation -- and milkshakes.

Bridgit's 1,768,942nd Pet Peeve

People that pay money to take courses on "How to Deal with Customers" or "How to Sell...".

Either you're tolerant and patient and customer service comes easily or you're like me and you picture most people's heads on burning stakes.

Either you're Rico Suave and you can smile and flirt enough to entice people to spend their hard earned dough on shit they don't need, or you're a little wallflower who asks the customer if they "need help with anything" loud enough that a dog might be able to hear them and then slinks away when they don't look at you.

Spending $350 on a course with a teacher that used to a) work customer service or b) sell stuff doesn't make you qualified to do either... so don't waste your time and money.

You, kid, are meant for greater things...

Like cooking my supper at the Olive Garden.

Chin up.. those hats are pretty sweet!

Bah Blogger.. Yay Flowers!

Well Blogger finally forced me to sign up for a google account.

It actually wouldn't allow me to log myself in unless I did.

I really don't enjoy being forced into things.

But Mr. Roberts was his usual wonderful self yesterday for everyone's favorite Hallmark holiday.

I got to work yesterday and figured since he's currently way up in High Level I was S.O.L. for any sort of Valentine's event.

So imagine my surprise when the receptionist called me up to the front at about 2 and I discover a big bouquet of stargazer lilies with my name on them.

So yeah.. my boyfriend rocks.. and I miss him.

Weekend's Over

5 Random Things:

1. I've discovered a new found fondness (nay, adoration) for the asian invention of those delightful little things called Green Onion Cakes. I've yet to taste ones I hate.

2. Mr. Roberts heads out of town at the end of this week, and I fear that I miss him already.

3. Baby, it's COLD OUTSIDE.

4. There are a great lot of people that were at Pub 1905 in Edmonton's downtown core on Friday that I'm sure would pick me out of a police lineup by saying, "That's her. That's the loud drunken girl with the hiccups that lasted for almost an hour!"

5. I utterly ROCK at paperwork.

Anywho, day one at the job went well. They're over a month behind on back office paperwork so I'm actually reviewing invoices from December 23. I dabbled a bit in reception, too, but after about an hour of that I think I pretty much had a handle on the switchboard so they brought me back and set me in front of 'my work' which was actually a behemoth pile of files that needed to be sorted, reviewed and invoiced back to Telus so we can get our money.

But you know what? I quite like paperwork. I sit there, zone out, pull staples out of things, add up numbers and then sort the papers.

Other plus points?

• There are no clients yelling at me as if I personally did them some great injustice.
• I can go for smoke breaks pretty well whenever I feel like it.
• I never have to deal with dirty street people again.
• The end of the night doesn't entail a long drawn out process of trying to discover why I'm $136,000 short. I just push my papers into a (semi) neat pile, shut off my computer, grab my purse and say goodbye.

But you know, after Friday's debacle at 1905, I came to realize that there are a great lot of my bank coworkers I'm going to miss. Especially since they got my an HMV gift card, and I got to go buy both the second season of the original TMNT (they didn't have the first!) AND the Mission Hill Box set. I love them.

But the rest of it?

I could totally have done without that.

Oh yeah. And reason # 640,000,000 why my boyfriend, the one with the nice butt (reason #22, just in case you wondered) is better than yours?

Guess who got an hour and a half pedicure on Saturday morning?

I love him.