1- DAMMIT!
2- DAMMIT!
3- Nice little blue manicure that matched nicely with the Caribbean Sea and all my outfits worn during my Cuba trip
4- *SHAME*
Ooook, so it's been a while.
My motivation to write here (and to respect my resolutions) had taken a hike the last month or so. I have excuses, but then again, don't I always? The point of the blog was to try and STOP making excuses.
So recap: by the end of Feb, BF and I had found a condo that was interesting and which we bought. Squee!! Since then, I've been running around, planning the move, taking care of official paperwork, securing a mortgage, calling service providers (BF called the power corp in between two bouts of constant nagging for me not to forget to call the cable and internet guys...) and purchasing a ton of stuff. Wallet's pretty empty right about now... But now, we're all moved in, mostly unpacked and things are good. I no longer have to put up with a 4h commute, it's 45 min door to door, including a nice little sardine metro ride but that means I have the metro at the door, which is AWESOME. I'm Freeeeeee!
On the work front, the last few weeks have proved slightly hectic, what with all the dept going on vaca, one advisor at a time. Glad we had the replacement lady, she kicks ass. As usual, I'm still too nice with customers, wasting a lot of precious time on people that will not bring in anything and being too diplomatic to tell them "Well, you spent your school money on a trip to California... and now you want another loan to pay for school expenses?" Not all of them are like that, but I know I need to work on how to say a final "No" with the customer still in the office. Will save a lot of time. Boss Lady also has a whole new set of expectations, and I need to work on meeting them all. After my own vaca. Which is why I finally have the time to write in here.
Last week was spent in Cuba, and I did nothing other than lying on the beach or around the pool, reading It by Stephen King. I did my best to blot out everything from my mind, and only concentrate on enjoying myself and relaxing. I also lost BF's beach towel, it flew off our 3rd floor balcony while it was drying, so now I have to buy him a new one...
Prior to our departure, I gave myself a good kick up the arse and painted nails and toenails with my super resistant polish, so that it'd look good and not chip off after 2 days. It stayed perfect up till 2 days before we were due back, so I was happy.
Food front: Trips are never good for the weight, especially ones where food and drinks are all included. So I'm back to square one (feels like I haven't really left it yet anyways). But I now have a new tool in my arsenal: http://www.myfitnesspal.com/ Ava found it and since she's motivated, it's motivating me to move forward as well. I've become her MFP friend. Hopefully, we'll get to keep each other in check and encourage each other. I really need to find something to do though, and someone to do it with. Frisbee, badminton, anything.... I fucking hate the gym. I know there's no "miracle" solution, nothing that'll get me back to 140-5 by tomorrow, that it takes time, but DAMN it feels so fucking hard having to wait.
Suppose it's time I get off here and start moving around. At least, it'll burn off some calories.
Will write some more later. Yes, I WILL.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
F
1- Nails are ok, skin on left thumb a little knicked, but not too bad
2- BLERGH.
3- New manicure pending
4- *weeps*
This week at work felt like the longest week in Hell.
We're moving along on the condo front, I'm freaking the fuck out, seeing all my hard earned cash invested into this ONE single thing. Yes, though it's pretty unlikely, I'm panicking at the thought of a repeat of the mold-infested apartment. Only if this one fucks up, I've got a mortgage going along with it. Fuck.
Guess there's a reason my thumb took a hit this week.
Got the car back last Friday, along with my gym bag, but considering I gotta plan English lessons (thank god for that extra income) and sign a shitload of paperwork regarding the condo, gym's taken a hike. For a little while now. (Though previous missed appointments can be chaked up to the car accident and the fact that my gym bag was IN said car while it was undergoing repairs.)
Ok, so that's no excuse for all the junk I've been ingurgitating. I'll just blame stress and lack of time for that.
Nails this week were a little worse for wear, actually had to take off the funky fuschia polish I had on as it had chipped off and looked quite unprofessional. Have yet had to paint them again, but restrained from gnawing them off, which is stil an improvement.
And yeah, that's pretty much it. I want to write more, I want to write better, but I'm just so fucking furiously busy. I get urges to write, and instead of doing that I'm washing dishes, cooking, putting away clothes, cleaning up after BfuckinF, or otherwise I might just bust a fucking fuse seeing all that stuff needing to be done and instead taking time to write...
Gah, fuck it.
2- BLERGH.
3- New manicure pending
4- *weeps*
This week at work felt like the longest week in Hell.
We're moving along on the condo front, I'm freaking the fuck out, seeing all my hard earned cash invested into this ONE single thing. Yes, though it's pretty unlikely, I'm panicking at the thought of a repeat of the mold-infested apartment. Only if this one fucks up, I've got a mortgage going along with it. Fuck.
Guess there's a reason my thumb took a hit this week.
Got the car back last Friday, along with my gym bag, but considering I gotta plan English lessons (thank god for that extra income) and sign a shitload of paperwork regarding the condo, gym's taken a hike. For a little while now. (Though previous missed appointments can be chaked up to the car accident and the fact that my gym bag was IN said car while it was undergoing repairs.)
Ok, so that's no excuse for all the junk I've been ingurgitating. I'll just blame stress and lack of time for that.
Nails this week were a little worse for wear, actually had to take off the funky fuschia polish I had on as it had chipped off and looked quite unprofessional. Have yet had to paint them again, but restrained from gnawing them off, which is stil an improvement.
And yeah, that's pretty much it. I want to write more, I want to write better, but I'm just so fucking furiously busy. I get urges to write, and instead of doing that I'm washing dishes, cooking, putting away clothes, cleaning up after BfuckinF, or otherwise I might just bust a fucking fuse seeing all that stuff needing to be done and instead taking time to write...
Gah, fuck it.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
The end.
1- Much progress has been done the last few weeks
2- According to the nurse, lost 3 lbs by not going to the gym. Or on the gym's scale...
3- Keeping up good nail polish habits, though far from being as elaborate as tutorial videos on youtube
4- Lacked time and motivation. But mostly time.
X's funeral was last Sunday. Things are getting back to the way they were, though I often catch myself thinking 'I have to show X this when he...' and then remember that I'll never get to, that he won't come back.
Cat was at X's funeral. X's sister invited her. It was nice to see her being functionnal, though wtf do you say to someone who's just tried to off herself and missed? And ended up losing the love of her life in the process. I was glad that most people there didn't seem to blame her for what happened.
The funeral home was packed with peeps I didn't know, a lot of relatives and friends. I caught myself thinking I was surprised that X had that many friends... though it's true that funerals are for the family more than for the deceased.
Dre had made a photo album for the family. It was a nice gesture, though a little loaded... she had cut Cat out of all the frames. But then, when it came to X, Dre had always lived in a rose-colored world. And now that he's gone, I don't think he's about to set the record straight. (Personally, seeing the love of my life committing suicide with another girl woulda kinda given me a hint...)
Summer's gonna be the hardest. Shows, parties, roadtrips, breakfasts at Eggspress... tons of things where I was just used to having him there.
It just baffles me. The thought that he was so, so unhappy, that he'd want to end all this. That nothing in his life was enough to hold on to. That the thought of us, of me and BF, of his sisters and his nephews, that CAT, that music couldn't keep him with us. I just don't understand. I'd like to. But I can't.
And I can't ask Cat to relive all this so I can satisfy this morbid curiosity. She's fragile enough as it is.
And yet, even through all this... life goes on.
I've been keeping away from my thumbs, the skin's almost back to a normal color. Still fragile though, so that if I barley nick it, I'll make a scratch and have to work even harder at keeping away from it. Kinda what happenned today...
On the food front, met up with the nurses hired by my work. Clean bill of health according to the blood tests, and I've also improved on my habits compared to last year. Plus, don't know if it's a trick of the scales, but I would apparently have lost 3 pounds... Which is a complete mystery as have not been eating healthy at all in the past weeks. Way too much restaurant (though we have an excuse for that... sort of.)
Been keeping up the good habits of putting on polish (and taking it off when too destroyed) but can't seem to find it in me to put on makeup. This will probably improve soon. I hope. As will my writing habits. The main reason for that?
We have found a place to live.
As exciting as it is, it will also bring its fair share of challenges. But I'm really eager to take them on.
More on that to come.
As they say : Life goes on.
2- According to the nurse, lost 3 lbs by not going to the gym. Or on the gym's scale...
3- Keeping up good nail polish habits, though far from being as elaborate as tutorial videos on youtube
4- Lacked time and motivation. But mostly time.
X's funeral was last Sunday. Things are getting back to the way they were, though I often catch myself thinking 'I have to show X this when he...' and then remember that I'll never get to, that he won't come back.
Cat was at X's funeral. X's sister invited her. It was nice to see her being functionnal, though wtf do you say to someone who's just tried to off herself and missed? And ended up losing the love of her life in the process. I was glad that most people there didn't seem to blame her for what happened.
The funeral home was packed with peeps I didn't know, a lot of relatives and friends. I caught myself thinking I was surprised that X had that many friends... though it's true that funerals are for the family more than for the deceased.
Dre had made a photo album for the family. It was a nice gesture, though a little loaded... she had cut Cat out of all the frames. But then, when it came to X, Dre had always lived in a rose-colored world. And now that he's gone, I don't think he's about to set the record straight. (Personally, seeing the love of my life committing suicide with another girl woulda kinda given me a hint...)
Summer's gonna be the hardest. Shows, parties, roadtrips, breakfasts at Eggspress... tons of things where I was just used to having him there.
It just baffles me. The thought that he was so, so unhappy, that he'd want to end all this. That nothing in his life was enough to hold on to. That the thought of us, of me and BF, of his sisters and his nephews, that CAT, that music couldn't keep him with us. I just don't understand. I'd like to. But I can't.
And I can't ask Cat to relive all this so I can satisfy this morbid curiosity. She's fragile enough as it is.
And yet, even through all this... life goes on.
I've been keeping away from my thumbs, the skin's almost back to a normal color. Still fragile though, so that if I barley nick it, I'll make a scratch and have to work even harder at keeping away from it. Kinda what happenned today...
On the food front, met up with the nurses hired by my work. Clean bill of health according to the blood tests, and I've also improved on my habits compared to last year. Plus, don't know if it's a trick of the scales, but I would apparently have lost 3 pounds... Which is a complete mystery as have not been eating healthy at all in the past weeks. Way too much restaurant (though we have an excuse for that... sort of.)
Been keeping up the good habits of putting on polish (and taking it off when too destroyed) but can't seem to find it in me to put on makeup. This will probably improve soon. I hope. As will my writing habits. The main reason for that?
We have found a place to live.
As exciting as it is, it will also bring its fair share of challenges. But I'm really eager to take them on.
More on that to come.
As they say : Life goes on.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Ripples
A pond makes a perfect reflection. Then suddenly, a rock drops and creates ripples on its surface.
That's what Mr X's suicide feels like.
It's funny that I mentionned them in a previous post, Mr X and Cat. Prolly cause I thought when they'd be back from Vegas, I'd have anecdotes to post here. But X won't be back. And I don't think Cat will ever be the same.
Cat's a friend from college. Mr X was a friend of BF. They got together after they met at my moving party (moving into the disaster appartment).
Cat had recently divorced her French boyfriend of 7 years, husband of 7 months. France didn't live up to expectations and neither did married life.
Mr X was back on the grind of having no job (or close to losing a job he hated), taking too much dope, having broken up with a steady girlfriend who was probably one of the best things to have happened to him. But "She lived too far and had a kid." Things had gone downhill from there.
I guess they kinda felt the same way towards life when they met.
They tried to make it work. Cat had a job (when she felt like showing up) and he took up odd jobs here and there with Fat Mike. But they both seemed to hate it. And thus, drugs seemed to dull the pain.
They showed up on our doorstep one night with a tattoo of each other's initials behind their ear.
She moved in with Mr X after barely a few months, even after he had told BF he never wanted to live with a chick again.
We saw them less and less.
BF kept saying he didn't feel like meeting up with them. They had a habit of rarely being punctual, and of not being there when we needed them (or just when we would have liked to see them.) Everything was always too planned.
I asked them to come on vacation with me and BF, in Mexico, in April. We were in November. Cat asked me how could I live like this, planning things months in advanced when I didn't if I was gonna be alive tomorrow? I thought cuz the big picture needs to be planned, at least a bit. Otherwise, you're just lost.
We didn't see them often after summer. No time, but also no calls and blergh answers to our texts.
So we let them be.
Then, a fb message came. Cat and X were selling all their stuff. Everything they owned. An alarm bell sounded in my head. But I don't know why, it died out at some point.
They had no jobs, they needed money. Why not sell their stuff? Then came their announcement that they were going to Vegas. It all made sense.
I thought they'd come back married. Goes to show just how much of a different page I was on.
I got the call from Ava on Monday night. "V, Cat's gone to Vegas to kill herself with Mr X."
The end of the night was just a blur of tears, of that can't be, of maybe they just want attention. It's strange how at some point, the feeling of panic dies. There's nothing you can do, nothing to be done. You just sit with this feeling of SNAFU until you get more news. BF thought they were fucking with us. He sent a text to Mr X asking if they were getting to grab a beer anytime soon. To our astonishment he answered. " 'Course Bro. Xx" That was 8:50 Sunday.
At 5:23 on Monday, Ava called me to say he was dead. And Cat was in the hospital in LA. Alive. It was a most terrible joy.
"You know, it never even crossed my mind. To me, it was a two for one deal. Either we got them both back, or they were both gone. I never thought..."
We never stopped to think about the possibility. The idea was absurd in its atrocity. For one of them to live, with the knowledge that...
I cried on the drive back every night this week. Though the rest of the time feels incredibly fucked up in its normalcy, the drive back is always just me and BF, at the end of a tedious day, and the ipod singing my thoughts better than I can express them. And so I just stare out the window, I see the images of that pond in my head, all those pictures of what was, of all that won't be, of all that could've been.
Salut Pascal.
That's what Mr X's suicide feels like.
It's funny that I mentionned them in a previous post, Mr X and Cat. Prolly cause I thought when they'd be back from Vegas, I'd have anecdotes to post here. But X won't be back. And I don't think Cat will ever be the same.
Cat's a friend from college. Mr X was a friend of BF. They got together after they met at my moving party (moving into the disaster appartment).
Cat had recently divorced her French boyfriend of 7 years, husband of 7 months. France didn't live up to expectations and neither did married life.
Mr X was back on the grind of having no job (or close to losing a job he hated), taking too much dope, having broken up with a steady girlfriend who was probably one of the best things to have happened to him. But "She lived too far and had a kid." Things had gone downhill from there.
I guess they kinda felt the same way towards life when they met.
They tried to make it work. Cat had a job (when she felt like showing up) and he took up odd jobs here and there with Fat Mike. But they both seemed to hate it. And thus, drugs seemed to dull the pain.
They showed up on our doorstep one night with a tattoo of each other's initials behind their ear.
She moved in with Mr X after barely a few months, even after he had told BF he never wanted to live with a chick again.
We saw them less and less.
BF kept saying he didn't feel like meeting up with them. They had a habit of rarely being punctual, and of not being there when we needed them (or just when we would have liked to see them.) Everything was always too planned.
I asked them to come on vacation with me and BF, in Mexico, in April. We were in November. Cat asked me how could I live like this, planning things months in advanced when I didn't if I was gonna be alive tomorrow? I thought cuz the big picture needs to be planned, at least a bit. Otherwise, you're just lost.
We didn't see them often after summer. No time, but also no calls and blergh answers to our texts.
So we let them be.
Then, a fb message came. Cat and X were selling all their stuff. Everything they owned. An alarm bell sounded in my head. But I don't know why, it died out at some point.
They had no jobs, they needed money. Why not sell their stuff? Then came their announcement that they were going to Vegas. It all made sense.
I thought they'd come back married. Goes to show just how much of a different page I was on.
I got the call from Ava on Monday night. "V, Cat's gone to Vegas to kill herself with Mr X."
The end of the night was just a blur of tears, of that can't be, of maybe they just want attention. It's strange how at some point, the feeling of panic dies. There's nothing you can do, nothing to be done. You just sit with this feeling of SNAFU until you get more news. BF thought they were fucking with us. He sent a text to Mr X asking if they were getting to grab a beer anytime soon. To our astonishment he answered. " 'Course Bro. Xx" That was 8:50 Sunday.
At 5:23 on Monday, Ava called me to say he was dead. And Cat was in the hospital in LA. Alive. It was a most terrible joy.
"You know, it never even crossed my mind. To me, it was a two for one deal. Either we got them both back, or they were both gone. I never thought..."
We never stopped to think about the possibility. The idea was absurd in its atrocity. For one of them to live, with the knowledge that...
I cried on the drive back every night this week. Though the rest of the time feels incredibly fucked up in its normalcy, the drive back is always just me and BF, at the end of a tedious day, and the ipod singing my thoughts better than I can express them. And so I just stare out the window, I see the images of that pond in my head, all those pictures of what was, of all that won't be, of all that could've been.
Salut Pascal.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Meh.
1- Crap, got bored at work. At least, not too much damage.
2- Gym's not working. Or I'm doing something wrong.
3- Never ever borrow mum's colors again. Funky pink turned out soft cotton candy pink. Not good.
4- Busy busy, gotta keep up!!
Yeah, that's the tough part with kicking a habit: whatever you do that you're trying to stop, you do it unconsciously. Because it's a habit.
After a busy morning, was completing a customer's file when Ronnie came in for a 2 min chat. As she was talking, suddenly noticed a strange sensation in my thumb I hadn't felt in a while. Looked down.... and noticed that I had managed to scratch a sliver of skin off. Stopped right away, but damn, keeping away from my thumb for the rest of the afternoon was...GAH! Managed not too bad, as only a small hole on grown back skin. And now doing my damnest to stop picking at it!
Back to the grind of the gym, saw a nutritionist at work last week and attempting to implement his advice. So far, all it has done is make me stagnate in my efforts. But I shall persevere!!!! Even though tonight, going to the gym felt like the last thing I wanted to do.
Manicure disaster! Thought had picked out a funky flashy fuschia to put on my nails. Turns out that dry, my nails look like tiny lollies. Polish is wearing out fast though, I suppose that for once that's a good thing. But man, I just don't have the energy to do my nails during the week, I'm beat. 3+ hours of commute per day certainly doesn't help.
Wish I could write more. And better. Well, I suppose practice, though does not make perfect, helps. Would probably allow for more writing if I had Word back up on this piece of shiite computer. And would help creating the templates needed to teach my new session of English classes. Man... I need TIME. Where do you get to buy that???
2- Gym's not working. Or I'm doing something wrong.
3- Never ever borrow mum's colors again. Funky pink turned out soft cotton candy pink. Not good.
4- Busy busy, gotta keep up!!
Yeah, that's the tough part with kicking a habit: whatever you do that you're trying to stop, you do it unconsciously. Because it's a habit.
After a busy morning, was completing a customer's file when Ronnie came in for a 2 min chat. As she was talking, suddenly noticed a strange sensation in my thumb I hadn't felt in a while. Looked down.... and noticed that I had managed to scratch a sliver of skin off. Stopped right away, but damn, keeping away from my thumb for the rest of the afternoon was...GAH! Managed not too bad, as only a small hole on grown back skin. And now doing my damnest to stop picking at it!
Back to the grind of the gym, saw a nutritionist at work last week and attempting to implement his advice. So far, all it has done is make me stagnate in my efforts. But I shall persevere!!!! Even though tonight, going to the gym felt like the last thing I wanted to do.
Manicure disaster! Thought had picked out a funky flashy fuschia to put on my nails. Turns out that dry, my nails look like tiny lollies. Polish is wearing out fast though, I suppose that for once that's a good thing. But man, I just don't have the energy to do my nails during the week, I'm beat. 3+ hours of commute per day certainly doesn't help.
Wish I could write more. And better. Well, I suppose practice, though does not make perfect, helps. Would probably allow for more writing if I had Word back up on this piece of shiite computer. And would help creating the templates needed to teach my new session of English classes. Man... I need TIME. Where do you get to buy that???
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
And I give a damn because?
1- Considering the call I got Wednesday, insanely good.
2- Gym on Thursday (thrice a week by next week, I swear!!)
3- ...yeah, need to refresh the polish on my nails.
4- man, I missed writing more than I thought.
So Wednesday at work, got a call from my ex-lanlord's company. Now here's the thing: my landlord was a major crook, ass, cheapass, *insert other suitable adjective*. The apartment I rented from him turned out to be a mold infested place that destroyed most if not all of our furniture. After long and extremely tedious legal procedures, we finally managed to break our lease by threatening him with a city inspection. And we would get absolutely no compensation for our destroyed things. Fantastic. At least, I still had my lawsuit at the Régie du logement. (Which will be settled in either 4 months to 2+ years...)
Only, things didn't simply end there. Last month, the city calls, asking how things are going with my apartment. I say "Splendidly since I don't live there anymore." Aaaand, even though I tell them I don't want anything to do with it anymore, the city decides to go and inspect anyways.
And Wednesday, there's this message on my machine. "Mam, please call us back as we have had a city inspection and we would like to ask you some stuff."
Ok. Seriously. I thought this shit was over and done with. My lease is broken, I got nothing to say to them other than "I'll see you in court." which, btw, WAS the last thing I said to them. So I call back, 'cause I'm a good girl who returns her calls, even those to crooked landlords who overcharge and take +4 days to call you back when you tell them your apartment is full of mold and WTF!!! I end up on the machine, leave a polite message that I am returning their call.
Inside, I'm panicking, and wondering if they can cancel the cancellation of my lease. I know they have new tenants, so that's unlikely, but still... the guy seems to have 25 years experience in double-crossing people. I'm not that old, a little naive and generally a good person (i.e. I don't fight or bite very hard.) I don't have bad intentions, so it's hard for me to see through people who DO.
Anyways, spent the day dreading every new message on my machine, but at the same time really wanting them to call me back to know WHAT it is they wanted with me!! Finally, get a message back in late afternoon. It was one of the many assistants, one who was never assigned to my case before. And he sounds really uncomfortable over the phone. Message went like this: "Well hi, um... I'm calling you back about the message I left you this morning. It seems there was a misunderstanding. We did get a city inspection and report, but nothing in the report indicates that there is a mold problem. So, yeah... because of that, the owner says that since your problem was with mold, ...ah... well, that it's not his fault so he's denying all responsibility and we'll see you in court. NO NEED TO CALL ME BAack... this was.... just to let you know...? Ah... thank you!"
...
Assholes. As if that message contained anything useful I didn't already know.
So anyways, went to the gym on Thursday, burned a good 300+ calories, plus since my cracked rib has begun hurting less, got back to working on the machines. What kinda sucks though is that we ended up having dinner at McDonalds afterwards... oy. Not my idea: since we were in the middle of a snowstorm, we'd heard on the radio that traffic was going all the way from DT Montreal to Blainville, which NEVER happens, and would be pretty terrible to be in. We decided to wait for the worst of it to be over, but BF and I couldn't agree on a restaurant for dinner... Suppose I learned my lesson since I was feeling queasy most of the way home.
Since we got home so late, nails were far from my first priority, i.e. SLEEP.
Which is what I should get around to doing right about now.
2- Gym on Thursday (thrice a week by next week, I swear!!)
3- ...yeah, need to refresh the polish on my nails.
4- man, I missed writing more than I thought.
So Wednesday at work, got a call from my ex-lanlord's company. Now here's the thing: my landlord was a major crook, ass, cheapass, *insert other suitable adjective*. The apartment I rented from him turned out to be a mold infested place that destroyed most if not all of our furniture. After long and extremely tedious legal procedures, we finally managed to break our lease by threatening him with a city inspection. And we would get absolutely no compensation for our destroyed things. Fantastic. At least, I still had my lawsuit at the Régie du logement. (Which will be settled in either 4 months to 2+ years...)
Only, things didn't simply end there. Last month, the city calls, asking how things are going with my apartment. I say "Splendidly since I don't live there anymore." Aaaand, even though I tell them I don't want anything to do with it anymore, the city decides to go and inspect anyways.
And Wednesday, there's this message on my machine. "Mam, please call us back as we have had a city inspection and we would like to ask you some stuff."
Ok. Seriously. I thought this shit was over and done with. My lease is broken, I got nothing to say to them other than "I'll see you in court." which, btw, WAS the last thing I said to them. So I call back, 'cause I'm a good girl who returns her calls, even those to crooked landlords who overcharge and take +4 days to call you back when you tell them your apartment is full of mold and WTF!!! I end up on the machine, leave a polite message that I am returning their call.
Inside, I'm panicking, and wondering if they can cancel the cancellation of my lease. I know they have new tenants, so that's unlikely, but still... the guy seems to have 25 years experience in double-crossing people. I'm not that old, a little naive and generally a good person (i.e. I don't fight or bite very hard.) I don't have bad intentions, so it's hard for me to see through people who DO.
Anyways, spent the day dreading every new message on my machine, but at the same time really wanting them to call me back to know WHAT it is they wanted with me!! Finally, get a message back in late afternoon. It was one of the many assistants, one who was never assigned to my case before. And he sounds really uncomfortable over the phone. Message went like this: "Well hi, um... I'm calling you back about the message I left you this morning. It seems there was a misunderstanding. We did get a city inspection and report, but nothing in the report indicates that there is a mold problem. So, yeah... because of that, the owner says that since your problem was with mold, ...ah... well, that it's not his fault so he's denying all responsibility and we'll see you in court. NO NEED TO CALL ME BAack... this was.... just to let you know...? Ah... thank you!"
...
Assholes. As if that message contained anything useful I didn't already know.
So anyways, went to the gym on Thursday, burned a good 300+ calories, plus since my cracked rib has begun hurting less, got back to working on the machines. What kinda sucks though is that we ended up having dinner at McDonalds afterwards... oy. Not my idea: since we were in the middle of a snowstorm, we'd heard on the radio that traffic was going all the way from DT Montreal to Blainville, which NEVER happens, and would be pretty terrible to be in. We decided to wait for the worst of it to be over, but BF and I couldn't agree on a restaurant for dinner... Suppose I learned my lesson since I was feeling queasy most of the way home.
Since we got home so late, nails were far from my first priority, i.e. SLEEP.
Which is what I should get around to doing right about now.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Small miracles
1- Skin is mending sloooowly. Must. Resist!!!
2- Huh... all that splurging during the Holidays and I'm ONE pound heavier?
3- Manicure still holding (though might be time for a new coat of polish)
4- Keeping up!
First day back at the gym, 320 calories burned on the treadmill (or whatever that machine making you walk/run in the air is called). Was insanely relieved when I stepped on the scale and it revealed that all the junk ingurgitated during Christmas time had mysteriously vanished!Might help that I've been eating lots of fruits and trying to limit my calorie intake (i.e: trying to stop eating chocolates and leftover desserts from the Holidays.) Still, I didn't quite expect that small miracle!
Other than that, nothing very interesting happened. Couple customers today, nothing too out of the ordinary.
Boss lady is back and when I went in to discuss a case, she spent the first 10 minutes of our meeting showing me condos in her neighborhood. She's a good boss, but I still find it weird that she's trying to get me to move to her area... Still, some of the places she showed me looked promising.
And as we got back home tonight, mom also told me she had found some new constructions said to be available around March 2012. Time to go look at those!
2- Huh... all that splurging during the Holidays and I'm ONE pound heavier?
3- Manicure still holding (though might be time for a new coat of polish)
4- Keeping up!
First day back at the gym, 320 calories burned on the treadmill (or whatever that machine making you walk/run in the air is called). Was insanely relieved when I stepped on the scale and it revealed that all the junk ingurgitated during Christmas time had mysteriously vanished!Might help that I've been eating lots of fruits and trying to limit my calorie intake (i.e: trying to stop eating chocolates and leftover desserts from the Holidays.) Still, I didn't quite expect that small miracle!
Other than that, nothing very interesting happened. Couple customers today, nothing too out of the ordinary.
Boss lady is back and when I went in to discuss a case, she spent the first 10 minutes of our meeting showing me condos in her neighborhood. She's a good boss, but I still find it weird that she's trying to get me to move to her area... Still, some of the places she showed me looked promising.
And as we got back home tonight, mom also told me she had found some new constructions said to be available around March 2012. Time to go look at those!
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