Tomorrow is my 32nd birthday. Hoo boy! I have no idea how I managed to get that old. I also have no idea how I’m going to celebrate it. I work tomorrow, so I’ll spend the majority of the day being very nice to other people. Come to think of it, I don’t remember the last birthday that I didn’t work. Maybe my “hoo boy” is more like a “ho hum”, or whatever the kids say these days.
But it’s not all stifled yawns and weighty sighs.
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Last night I dreamed that Pepsi sponsored free wifi for all of Vancouver. When my alarm clocks started going off, in the dream they were just alerts from various devices to let me know that they were switching over from my home network to this awesome new Pepsi service. It took me an hour to wake up.
My dreams always try to change my alarm clock sounds into sounds that I should ignore. Especially on Saturday mornings. If Pepsi really did grant free wireless internet access to my entire city, I wouldn’t use it. Eh oh NO WAY MAN.
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I was in high school when Late Night With Conan O’Brien first started airing. I think I was new enough for high school for it to have been middle school in most regions. I don’t remember exactly because that was roughly forty-seven years ago.
And I don’t usually bring up disowned relatives, but there was a particularly eventful time in my life when I realized that my uncles were especially disownable. My mother, my sisters and I were living in a house that they owned, and we finally found a new place in a new town. We anticipated the move with glee and post-dated relief. My uncles were assholes and we were finally getting away from them. I had just graduated high school, and I was in a period of limbo between high school and college, sticking around at home to help take care of my youngest sister, who had recently been diagnosed with autism. I didn’t have a lot going on. I didn’t have a lot of confidence. I watched a lot of television.
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I can’t believe I’ve been at my new job for over a month! It is all going very well. The work is enjoyable, the people are incredibly nice, and everyone just seems happy to be there. This is unlike most of my previous workplaces.
The first significant amount of snow has just fallen in Vancouver, and the presence of winter can no longer be denied. Having grown up in a small town that gets as much snow as any small town in BC’s interior, and not having grown up to be much of a winter sports enthusiast, I’d be happy to never see another beautiful and unique snowflake for the rest of my years. At least, I felt like that until today.
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I can’t believe I start work on Monday! Nervous excitement washes over me.
And I don’t know where my phone is. I hope it’s not in costume because then I will never find it. Oh, Halloween.
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I have trouble finding the time to document my life. The bigger the backlog gets, the more the task overwhelms.
I have one more week of stress-free unemployment before I begin a new job at Vancity. I’m excited. I was really hoping to find a job with a company that I care about and like. Every time I sent an application for yet another customer support position with yet another company with a reputation for terrible customer service, my soul felt another footprint on its back.
A few hours after I woke up, I tracked down an out-of-print inking guide that I’d heard good things about and ordered it.
Then I remembered a dream I had last night, where my favorite #3 pointed round brush wouldn’t snap back to its point. That is brush death; it’s advised to test brushes for this before buying to prevent getting stuck with a runt of the litter.
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I would do something more productive with today, but I got a new printer last night and it’s REALLY EXCITING.
I know printers normally aren’t exciting, and they really shouldn’t be – as long as they make what’s on your computer onto a piece of paper, it’s all good. But this is one of those sneaky all-in-one thingerdoos, which I’m wary of because “all-in-one” usually means “suck-at-everything”. And anyway, I have a scanner, rarely need to make copies, and have never sent a fax in my entire (non-professional) life. But hey, it was $70 off. I love a deal.
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I wasn’t expecting to talk to a bird today. I should know better.
Scott and I were passing time on the patio, talking about something stupid and possibly Sailor Moon-related. Cleo,
one of the attention-loving neighbourhood cats, was lounging nearby. And then, BOOM. He’s got a bird in his mouth.
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I’ve been a waxing devotee for a long time. Then, one day, I knocked over a jar of the stuff. That ended our friendship, and the rest of my plans for that day.
I’m debating whether $150 is too much to spend on what appears to be the most powerful epilator known to man (though probably unknown to actual men with penises and such), and I’m coming up with a big fat no.
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