- Mood:
tired
Fast-forward to today. I've had a right crappy day at work because we're short-staffed and people are sick, or on holidays and the phone just won't stop ringing. All that fun stuff. To top it all off, I ended up having to stay 30 mins late to close the stupid debit machine. To say the least, I was in a pretty foul mood.
But once the office closed for the day, I notice that my our car is parked outside... But Dan's not in it... he's not in the office, so where is he? I figure he must have been caught by a road agent outside or something that wanted to talk to him.
Finally he comes in, but I'm still struggling with the debit machine (foul mood, remember?) It finally closes and I lock up behind me.
Dan and I get in the car, and drive home. On the way home, I ask him, "Where were you anyway? I saw the car parked outside, but you weren't in it."
"It's a secret," he says with a smile.
"Do I get to hear this secret?" I ask.
"Eventually."
So we drive home. We go inside and I go to get changed out of my work clothes. Dan follows me into the bedroom (kinky, right?). And he just sits there smiling at me. And no matter how many times I ask what he's so smiley about, he won't tell me.
So I go to sit on the bed and he kneels down in front of me and says, "Do you want to hear my secret?" And I say yes.
Then he says, "The reason I'm so smiley is because I was sort of wondering if you wanted to marry me." And out comes a ring from his pocket.
The reason he didn't come into the office right away when he pulled up is because he was waiting for his mom to bring him his grandmother's ring.
It fits me perfectly, by the way.
- Mood:
I'M ENGAGED!!!
I didn't actually take this picture. I stole it from Lesley's Facebook.
They came into the office yesterday to say hi, and none of the ladies in the office could stop gushing over how perfect he was.
- Mood:
BABY
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cat_macros anymore. I don't know why. It's not like I'm using facebook to write anything either. With the exception of the odd note (and that's all they really are: notes on my life), I really just use facebook to see what everybody else is up to.Speaking of my life it seems to, once again, be in a bit of turmoil. I have to move as much of my crap as possible half-way across the country in just over a month, and the landlord has decided that we've been such good tenants that she's going to make us pay for the whole month of August, even though we'll only be there till the 9th. I know that it sounds silly that I should expect anything else, but dammit, we've actually lived here longer than she's been the landlord! Also, we're quiet as effing mice! She even said to me that we were excellent tenants. So she can't give us a little help for the nine days we're still in the province?
On top of moving, my sister's wedding is on the 5th of August, and so there's at least 3 or 4 days I'll be spending in Nanaimo after I'm done work instead of packing. Can't wait for the wedding, mind you. They all planned it out so that Dan and I could attend and it wouldn't interfere with our moving schedule.
Also, I have to make this place presentable by like next week, since the landlord wants to start showing it to people. We have four years worth of crap in this place, and I don't know what to do with most of it. I don't even really want to keep any of it. But where can I put it until I can sell it or toss it?
Anyway, I've got like half an hour to make myself presentable before I leave for work. I hate working on Saturdays sometimes.
- Mood:
sooo busy - Music:Summer Love by Justin Timberlake is stuck in my head. Shit...
As some may be aware, my birthday was on Monday. I had Saturday Sunday and Monday off. Saturday I reserved the roof-top volley ball court at the Sticky Wicket. Pretty much just my family and Ward showed up. Dan couldn't come because he was asleep (had to work at 4:00am). But it was still loads of fun. By the way, volley ball is really hard when there's only two people per team...
Anyway, my family all got me some beautiful pieces of jewelry. My parents got me a turquoise topaz ring that is currently being sized. And my sisters got me a HUGE string of fresh-water pearls; something I've been wanting for a long time now (partly because it's my birth stone, but also partly because they just scream class).
On Sunday, Ward took me rock climbing at one of those indoor rock climbing places. I haven't done that since I was still in high school. I only managed to do a couple of walls before my arms and legs were ridiculously sore and I'd given myself a big nasty blister on the inside of my hand. But it was awesome!
And then on my actual birthday, Monday, Dan and I spent the whole day together. He had bought me a pair of pearl earings (without realizing that Bonnie and Robyn had also bought me pearls). We went for a walk through Beacon Hill Park and saw the ducklings, then we went to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3. It was fun! I didn't mind it at all. Though I thought that the first movie stood well enough on its own. There was no need for two more movies.
Dan also treated me to dinner at Kelsey's.
I loved it all. It was a spectacular weekend!
- Mood:
happy birthday to me
Had a fantastic birthday weekend. Did a lot of stuff that's totally worth writing about... But it will have to wait till a later time, as I have to leave for work shortly. I'm pretty sure the only person who reads this is my sister anyway, and she was here on Saturday...
Will write soon, promise!
There was (when I fist started working there two years ago) the guy who came into the office and asked if he could get insurance that would allow him to drink and drive. There was the guy who started yelling at me and accused me of personally stealing money from him because there are financing fees included on the monthly payment plan. There was one guy who told a joke that I didn't get right away and then told me I was brain-damaged. There was even that little boy who liked to lick feet.
Well on Monday, the latest crazy harpy came into the office and sat down at Bettina's desk to cancel her insurance. To understand why she canceled, I'll have to go back to sometime last week:
One of our road agents, Jason sold a private insurance policy to a lady, who quickly found that she'd lost her keys. She then called Jason up to tell him that she had lost these said keys.
*Sidebar* I must make it clear that I work for an insurance brokerage. We sell insurance for other companies. We are not claims adjusters. No one at our office is able to help with a claim in any way. There have been occasions where an elderly lady has needed help with the system, and as long as she was sitting in front of me so that I could relay info directly for her, I called in the claim in on her behalf.
Anyway, this lady that Jason sold the policy to had lost her keys, and she wanted Jason to make the claim for her. Jason politely told her that she would have to call the claims line herself, as he would not have all of the pertinent information for the claims adjuster (By the way, there is no coverage for lost keys, only stolen ones. The difference between lost and stolen keys is a police file number). She then continued to phone Jason on his cell phone for nearly an entire week strait, trying to get him to phone in this claim for her. Jason stopped taking her calls, tired of the same conversation again and again.
This brings us to Monday, when she finally came into the office and canceled the policy, stating that she was "tired of getting the run-around from this office". She also started accosting our other clients who were waiting to be helped:
Crazy Harpy: Do you have insurance here?
Random Client sitting waiting in our office, so obviously the answer is yes: Uh, yeah.
Crazy Harpy: Well I recommend you switch it elsewhere.
Random Client:...
At some points she was addressing the entire office of people say how our company was awful and how we were all useless.
In steps the assistant manager, Christine to try and smooth things over. She cancels the policy and asks to use the photocopier, which she then nearly rips the lid off of and uses incorrectly, so nothing copies properly. Christine, seeing that she's unhappy tries again to help her with the photocopier:
Crazy Harpy: Oh, I shouldn't be asking you people to do this. You're an insurance company.
Christine: No really, it's OK. We do this for our clients all the time.
Crazy Harpy: No, no, I shouldn't do this here. *shoves papers into her purse*
Christine: Ma'am, you seem upset, is there anything I can for you to make you feel better?
Crazy Harpy: I'm not upset, I'm smiling.
Christine: ....O....K?
The crazy harpy finally storms out of the office, once again saying very loudly how she's tired of "the run-around" she's gotten from us. Not even 10 seconds later, she rushes back into the office:
Crazy Harpy: Someone has taken my keys out of my purse, and I want them back.
Everybody in the office: o_O
Crazy Harpy: (after a couple of seconds) Oh, they're in my hand! *crazy laugh* (addressing everybody in the room) Good luck with this place!
And then she stormed out again!
And this all started because she lost her keys!!
- Mood:
crazy people make me laugh
This fucking sucks. I'm so damn tired.
- Mood: goddam tired
So apparently, Dan's not allowed to have facial hair if he's working around food. So he shaved off his beard last night. I don't think I've ever seen him without it before. Bizarre...
Today is Dan's second day working as a baker at Tim Hortons. He starts at 4:00am and works till noon. My favourite thing he said when he called after he got home from work yesterday:
"Well, the ovens are really hot, but the freezer is really cold. I'm pretty sure that if you travel back and forth between them fast enough, you'll shatter."
Off I go!
- Mood: sunny
- Music:107.3 Kool FM
Dinner at Dan's parents' last Sunday brought up The Log Driver's Waltz. I don't think a single person in my age group can forget it. It's so classic!
You know you remember seeing this on Saturday mornings between cartoons! Don't try to deny it!
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:Log Driver's Waltz
Originally, Robyn and Steve had been wanting to wait two more years before they got married. Unfortunately, the super-short notice is because last week they found out that Steve's mom only has about 18 months to live. They want her to be there for the wedding, and more importantly, they want her to be well, and be able to help. My parents were in an extremely similar situation when they got married (my grandma was very sick and so my parents got married early), and I've been told that one of my grandma's favourite parts was being a part of the preparations.
In other news, Dan has finally gotten a job. That's right, he was officially done school last August, and we're moving to Ontario this August, and he's only just gotten a job at Tim Horton's as a baker. He's got full time hours, and most of his shifts are going to start at 4.00 am and he'll work till noon. On the weekend. Oh the JOY! (*sarcasm*)
I'm heading to Nanaimo this weekend for some quality time with the Family. It should be a good time had by all.
- Mood:
so...many...feelings... - Music:Ready to Run by Dixie Chicks
It's pretty cool, and I think it's a good way to stay in touch with people and even find some old friends that you may have not seen in a long time.
Also, if you're not on Facebook, you haven't heard about my horrible night last night. At about 1:50 in the morning, I woke up and found my cat, Sam, having a seizure. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen. He was convulsing uncontrollably, and he was foaming at the mouth.
He's fine now, but Dan and I still need to take him to the vet. It's really scary to have your pet start behaving like that, and not know why. It's even scarier to think about the "what-if's". I don't like going to the dentist or the doctor, because I'm always afraid of the worst. It's the same with taking Sam to the vet. But I'd rather know what wrong with him and what we can do about it than just keep carrying on as if nothing happened.
- Mood:
a little freaked
My concert for the spring will be taking place May 31/07 at the Conservatory in downtown Victoria. If anyone is interested in coming, you should. It'll be may last show in BC. hehehe...
I'll leave you with quite possibly the best story I've heard that is work related:
**A quick note- The insurance office I work at employs several agents whose job it is to go around to the different dealerships in town and insure the cars for people who've just bought or leased them. This story is about Heather.
Heather went to one of the dealerships to insure a car for a guy. While she was putting all the information in the computer, she felt a strange sensation on her feet. She jumped a little and looked beneath the table. What did she find beneath the table? The client's 10 year old son was on his hands and knees, and he was LICKING HEATHER'S FEET!!! Keep in mind that this was in the summer, and Heather was wearing sandals.
Heather was so shocked, she just kind of sat there with her mouth open. And then the client Heather was helping gets this really tired expression on his face and says, "Don't telly me. He's licking your feet, isn't he?"
And all Heather can do is nod.
Starting the fetishes a little early aren't we, kiddo?
- Mood:
amused
However, I'll have more oprtunities to see her in Nanaimo while I'm still living in Victoria than I would have just driving through Calgary this summer. Now I have like two or three months of oportunity!
- Mood: gotta get to work
DO NOT pretend to be my friend when you have not attempted to contact me for three years. We are not friends if you do not bother to contact me, see me, or even acknowlege my existance. And don't try to say that part of it is my fault. You can't say that when I tried on several occasions to hang out with you or call you each time I came back to Nanaimo. But you were too busy with your new, "better" frineds to hang out with me.
Do you even remember my phone number? How about my address? Do you remember the last thing you ever e-mailed me? I do. It was a chain letter that said I would die if I didn't send it to at least 20 people (which I didn't forward on like some kind of fucking sheep, by the way). This is the only reason I am important to you. I am only in your address book to fill out the requirements for a bullshit chain letter. Good to know you think so highly of me, you wish me dead.
What do you really know about me anyway? Did you know that I had surgery last year? Did you know that Dan and I are still together? Did you know that I'm moving half way across the country with him this summer? Do you care at all?
We are NOT friends, so don't pretend we are. I don't want to be your "friend" on Facebook. I don't want to talk to you on MSN. We are not friends. The only connection we have at all any more is Linda, and even she doesn't talk to me that much anymore.
I once thought that the only reason you started hanging out with me was because I was with Dusty. I was sure that once Dusty left, you would leave too. You didn't. You didn't leave until I had that big blow up with Linda. And then you took my place with her. That is not entirely your fault. I accept that I fucked up there. But you DID cut me out. I never heard another word from you after that.
So, once more, if you didn't catch it the first, second, third or fourth time:
We are not friends. Not anymore.
- Mood:
pissed and a little depressed
Kerrie has a couple of blogs, on one of them, she was asked five questions. She then asked people to request interviews. I put my name in the hat, and here is the result:
1)Please tell me, in four sentences, your life story.
My sisters and I were all born in Burnaby BC. We moved to the island when I was eight years old. I didn't leave Nanaimo until I was nearly twenty, which is when I moved to Victoria. I have been with Dan since my first year in Victoria and we will both be moving to Waterloo this summer to attend university there.
2) What is your dream job and what have you done/plan to do to make that happen?
Since I met Ms. Hugh in high school, I've wanted to be a music teacher. I love music, and I want to share it with younger generations. I want to make sure it remains a part of education. What good is science and math if you're not going to explore the creative side of it?
I took two years of music theory and private lessons at Malaspina when I first finished high school. I was side tracked for a while during my time in Victoria, but I will be going back to school in Waterloo to finish what I started at Malaspina.
3) If you could have lunch with two people, any two people (alive or dead), who would you choose?
Choice #1: My grandmother on my dad's side. She died before I was born. I'd like to know what kind of person she was. I'd like to know what she thinks of me. If she's proud of me.
Choice #2: Can I choose myself? Does that sound conceited? I want to know how other people view me. How I come off to the world. What am I like to other people? Am I funny? Do I have little quirks that I don't realize?
4) If you could go back and change one single event in history, what would you change?
That's a though call. On one hand, I could change anything and the world could be a completely different place. It could be so much better. On the other, if I change that one thing, would I still be here? Would my parents ever meet and fall in love? If they did, would I still be born? Or would I have the same friends I have now?
Every movie or TV show I've ever seen tells me that messing with history only brings heartache. If I dwell in the past, my future will undoubtedly suffer. I can't think of a single thing I would go back to change. I am who I am because of the accumulation of events that happened to me and even before me.
5) What is the best animated film or TV show ever made in your opinion and why?
You've asked me this question just as I've finished up watching an anime series that I've been somewhat obsessed with. However, there is more than one show that has me hooked. Believe it or not, I'm a big cartoon fan. And the more “grown up” I get, the more cartoons I seem to watch.
Anyway, since you've asked me my opinion at this point in time, the answer is going to be the show that's been on my thoughts the most at this time.
The answer is Fullmetal Alchemist. At this very moment, my desktop background is of the two main characters from Fullmetal; Edward and Alphonse Elric.
Why do I think this, of all shows on television is the best ever made? Well I already told you, I've just completed the series and it is the one at this moment that I'm slightly obsessed with. The story is brilliant and the characters are amazing. It will come to no surprise to almost anybody reading this that it has a great deal of fantasy elements to it. Ed and Al are alchemists. They create things by transmuting other materials.
I won't go into much detail about the series, because I can go on for some time about it. Part of the reason I like it is because it's a complete story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. There are too many shows out there that strive to keep a show going long after the creators have run out of plot or point (I'm looking at you, Lost! Also: Simpsons). It's at least worth a rental of the first couple episodes, or you can catch it running on YTV, Fridays at 10:00 pm
- Mood:
Interviewed - Music:Some damn theme song form one of the animes I watch
Guy: I'm getting an invoice for a policy that I cancelled. Why is that?
Me: (*looking through the notes*) Oh, it looks like the agent that cancelled this policy forgot to write that $9.00 off. Don't worry sir, you can ignore that letter. It will be taken care of.
Guy: Well can I get some kind of guarantee that this won't happen again? I don't want to keep getting mail for this.
Me: I'll do my best sir.
Guy: (*snooty as hell*) Well I should hope so. Your future business depends on it.
Me: (*faking polite*) Ok then.
Guy: Thank you. Good-bye.
Me: Good-bye. (beat)(*muttering*) Jackass...
Me: *Realise I didn't acutally hang up the phone.* O_O *Hang up the phone*
I never did get an angry call back from the guy, but since it was the end of my day and the phone was already set to take messages on all incoming calls, I wasn't sure if he'd left an angry message. So far there's been no response.
I guess he was hanging up the phone when I said it?
What really gets me, is that he's thowings such a big hissy over $9.00. Don't you have better things to worry over than a simple $9.00 write-off?
For instance, why is your head so far up your ass?
- Mood:
durrr
Scrubs
CSI (Las Vagas- all the other CSI's are crap)
Doctor Who
Rick Mercer Report
Battlestar Galactica (which I didn't think I'd like till I actually sat down and watched an episode)
Firefly
Monk (which has disappeared from TV and makes me very sad)
Fullmetal Alchemist (quite possibly the best anime ever)
Corner Gas
Bones
House
Avatar
Plus a mass of cartoons on YTV, however most of these shows are just things I'll watch when I have some free time on a day off, and aren't part of the "must see television.
I've actually had dreams about characters from these shows. Dan and I have entire conversations about hypothetical episodes! We're one step away from actually writing fan fiction!
Anyway, I had to confess my geekery sometime. It's not like you could tell from the on-line journal, right?
- Location:work
- Mood:
nerdy
I pretty much don't take breaks anymore. I go and eat my lunch (sometimes) and just come back to work. It's all I do anymore. I'm pretty sure I was supposed to get a raise back in June (which was when I was supposed to get my annual review, which never happened) And then I was pretty sure I was supposed to get a raise when I started the processing gig. None of this ever happened. Instead, all of the management quit and left in a single day, and then half the staff ended up leaving as well.
Don't get me started on how the new girl (who wasn't even licensed when she started two months ago) is making nearly as much as I am after a year and a half of working there. It seems like the management is far more interested in bringing in new blood than keeping any of their current employees happy enough to keep working there.
I deal with a whole lot of bullshit everyday. I've been told repeatedly that I am appreciated for everything I do, but I see no change. I'm still making the same as what I was at 6 months ago, and I'm still dealing with the same shit I was a year ago. The same people are doing the same fucking bullshit, and they are never reprimanded for it. Not only am I doing my own work, half the time I have to fix 6 other people's mistakes.
Why? Because they're road agents (Re: insurance agents that work on the road at dealerships in town), and somehow that makes them exempt from knowing what the hell it is they're selling or doing. When they finish a deal, they don't give the client their personal number. No, they give them the office number. And who's in the office? Me. And all the other office staff that has better things to do that fix simple errors that shouldn't have happened at all.
And now I have to leave, because I have to work in Colwood today. Because they're even more understaffed that we are! It's so retarded! What are they gonna do when I move to Ontario, and the only other lady in the office that has more than a year experience goes on maternity leave? The baby's due in July, which is the same month I'm leaving.
- Mood: tired of the bullshit
- Music:I don't know, but it's gonna be angry music
Nothing can describe the excitement I feel at finally being allowed to finish this program. I can also not describe just how frightened I am at the idea of having to pay for tuition, bills, and food all while working a part time job (hopefully in insurance so I can make better money and not waste the time and effort I've put into that area of my life).
I don't really have an idea of how expensive tuition is in Ontario, and I don't know how much rent will be. Hell, I don't even know what I'd be getting paid if I did get a job in insurance. It's all a little scary.
But now to leave you with Adam Sandler's classic, "Back To School" from Billy Madison:
(feel free to sing along)
Ohhhhhhh
Back to school
Back to school
To prove to Dad that I'm not a fool
I've got my lunch packed up
My boots tied tight
I hope I don't get in a fight
Ohhhh
Back to school
Back to school
Back to school...
- Mood:
cautiously optimistic - Music:Drops of Jupiter by Train
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