I appologize if anyone actually still reads my livejournal. I have not been on here other than to check others' journals in a very long time. I find that more people will read what I have to say on facebook, and I don't see the point in repeating myself. If you'd like to hear about my latest adventures, you can go to my facebook profile and look up my notes. If you don't have face book and don't plan to get a facebook account, there's always email. my email address is filet.o.trout@gmail.com. Contact me whenever you want. I'll be here!

So, for a week or two, Dan's been really lovey and really sweet and asking me all these questions about if I love him and if I want to be with him forever and all kinds of mushy stuff like that.

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.

My friend, Lesley just had a baby boy on July 14th. His name is Oliver. Congrats to Lesley and Nick, and welcome Baby Oliver!





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.

Dude, does anybody use LiveJournal anymore? I mean, I almost never use it except to check 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.

OK, because I suck, I've only given myself about a half hour to write about last weekend...

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!

The short Version:

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!

OK, so, as most of you have read in my posts, sometimes the customers I encounter at work are totally, utterly insane! I don't always deal with them myself but I always end up being present, or hearing about them.

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!!

It's 5:00 am. I've been awake since 3:00. This is now the third day in a row that I have not been able to sleep after Dan's gotten up for work. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die from lack of sleep.

This fucking sucks. I'm so damn tired.

Well, I'll have to make this quick, cuz I still have a towel on my head and I have to leave in 30 mins to go pick up my car at the mall. Dan drove it to work this morning, but I need it to get to my singing lesson after work.

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!

*Le Sigh*

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!