Thursday, December 30, 2004


As we head forward into 2005 tomorrow night, I figured it would be a good time to set out an update of the loose ends over here in Stilettoland.

Blogging: I haven't been doing much lately, mainly because I haven't been online much lately. I'm told that the New Job is very strict with non-work related internet use and they monitor closely, so it will all be after-hours blogging. Bastards.

New Job: I am supposed start on Tuesday. I still haven't signed the papers, though, so that may change. But I'm not worried. It should be much better than my old job, which I couldn't be happier to be rid of. However, it's still not...

The Dream Job: You shouldn't be surprised to read that there is no new news on that front. While I will be starting the New Job, I'm still holding out hope about The Dream Job (formerly known as The Job).

Unfortunately, it could be as late as March before they make a decision. The friend who vacated the job was supposed to be having a meeting with the boss over there last week while he was in town for Christmas, but it got cancelled... they may or may not have met this week, I haven't heard yet. Either way, if this meeting happened, he said he would go to bat for me. But I don't know what that means, who else is in the running, or anything. Still just praying for a miracle.

Sex: Getting lots.

Wine: Ditto. Loving all Shiraz-Cabernets. Lovvvving. (And Bailey's & coffee.)

House: Haven't found one yet. Still looking.

My Stolen Car: I won't get it back until the end of January, if I'm lucky. But I have a lovely Chrysler Sebring as a rental car, so all is well.

Happy New Year, people. Catch y'all on the other side of 2004.

St. Jude

He's the man. From a saint perspective, that is.

He gets stuff done. I'm about to call him into action again.

Praise, praise, praise. Invoke!

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

And now, the details...

First... the good news is that I don't need a root canal. I wanted to kiss my dentist when he told me, but my mouth was pried open with a big metal clamp.

Plus, drool was seeping out of my mouth due to the freezing. Nobody wants to kiss that. Instead I got a new filling on one tooth. Hurray for modern dentistry and for small blessings.

Anyway, as promised, the details.

Sunday night, I was over at R.'s house having a cup of holiday cheer with friends. We shut it down early because it was -35 degrees outside and everyone just wanted to get home and get into a warm bed. (I wanted to get into R.'s warm bed, ahem ahem, which I should have done but I hate leaving my kitten alone all night.)

I left at 11pm. I was about two blocks from my home, when I rolled through a stop-sign that everyone always rolls through.

Sadly, the city police take issue with the fact that everyone always rolls through this stop sign and they were camped out around the corner, waiting for idiots like me who would inevitably roll through it.

I noticed them come around the corner, but they didn't turn their lights on so I thought I was catching a favour from the universe. The cop car followed me all the way into my driveway. Shit shit shit. How many tickets do I need to get before I learn my lesson? Stupid Pink. The officer asked me if I realized I went through that stop sign by the church there, and I said,

"I thought I did stop. I guess I wasn't paying attention?"

Apparently I was catching a favour because the officer just said, "Well, pay attention next time."

However, at that point I realized he probably thought I was trying to lose him by driving down a residential street and then down a side lane. So I just grabbed my purse from the front seat, plugged in my car (no, it's not electric -- we use block heaters to keep the battery from freezing), and went into the house. I did not put the Club on my steering wheel, because I wanted to make sure the police saw me going into the house. The police needed to know: I'm a good citizen, I was not fleeing from police!

I got into bed but I couldn't sleep.

At about 3am, I was about to turn off my TV when I heard two loud bangs. I jumped up. So did my kitten.

I looked out the window... saw nothing. It was cold and windy, I told myself, it's just the wind banging something.

I laid back down, then heard another bang. I jumped up again. But then I said to myself, "Stop being so stupid, go to sleep. It's nothing."

Now, you see, I used to deal with depression and anxiety. For years, the anxiety manifested itself as night terrors. It was a bizarre half awake/half asleep series of delusions. A large majority of the time, I would "hear" the sounds of someone ransacking my house OR, someone ransacking and stealing my car. I'd run around the house flipping on lights, trying to "scare them away"... at which point I'd fully wake up, realize what was happening, and go back to bed.

You see where this is going.

I heard the bangs, looked out my window, and said to myself, "There is nothing there. Stop being so paranoid. Night terrors, remember?"

Except, there WAS someone there. In my car, ripping up the steering column, removing the ignition. Luckily for me (?), apparently I got some stupid car theives who weren't smart enough to keep the car running for very long. It was found a very short distance away.

If I had put on the Club, like I do every single night, my car would happily be sitting in the driveway right now.

My tip to you: ALWAYS PUT ON THE CLUB.

A ticket for fleeing from police would have been better than losing my car altogether.

So now I have to spend the next month and a half dealing with the police and the insurance company, and waiting for the car to be repaired (if it can be repaired at all -- they did a hell of a number on it). I have no idea when I'll get it back, but the end of January is a generous guess.

Merry Christmas to me.

Ah, who am I kidding... I don't have a car to drive, I can drink all I want for the next two weeks because there will be no wheel for me to be behind! Merry Christmas indeed!

Monday, December 20, 2004

Karmic payback?

I clearly did something to offend the universe.

My car was stolen last night. It didn't get far, but since there's no longer an ignition system in the steering column, it's now useless.


And tomorrow? I may have to get a root canal.

Also nice.

A full post to follow... but suffice to say, I am not pleased.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Why I am in a very bad mood

I am beginning to develop a severe, rage-filled HATE for people who don't have the common courtesy of RETURNING A PHONECALL.

Especially people who CONSISTENTLY do it, time and time and time and time again. DON'T TELL ME YOU'LL CALL ME IF YOU HAVE NO WAY OF HOLDING YOURSELF TO THAT PROMISE.

I also do not appreciate being told that how I'm feeling is "wrong", "inappropriate" or any other such thing. How I'm feeling is how I'm feeling, period. How about trying to support me and understand the "why" instead of just passing it off as just another one of my moods.

And yes, I fully acknowledge that I am a selfish person. Highly selfish, actually. I am VERY SELFISH.

Guess it's just another one of my great many character flaws.


Friday, December 17, 2004

Oooh, so pretty...

Still no house, still no final word on The Job.

But one stunning scarf, courtesy of Type A.

It arrived last night in the mail. No pictures of me wearing it, but you can see which one I got, right here. (As it happens, it's Scarf A by Type A.)

Pad Type A's wine fund -- go order a scarf. Seriously. Totally worth it.

Also totally worth it? Rosemount Estates Shiraz Cabernet. Thems some good grapes.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

While you wait...

Michelle mentioned in a comment on the last post, that I seem happy.

Actually, I'm not. Not entirely. Not yet. Things still aren't decided on a number of fronts and until they are, I don't think I'll really be able to relax and enjoy life the same way as I used to.

Thankfully, I have my recent weight loss to keep me occupied.

Three more pounds, my pretties, and I'm into jeans that are a couple of sizes smaller. Not size 4 yet, but getting there. Which is why the jeans purchase today was accompanied by a much-deserved pretty sweater from American Eagle. One must celebrate ones achievements -- this being, turning down Christmas baking and other such evils, for the past week. If that's not worth 3 pounds, I don't know what is.

I also decided to make myself some highly healthy, much craved hummus. But I didn't have the ingredients, so I had to go to the store. Three supermarkets later, I found the secret ingredient (tahina = ground sesame seeds) at Superstore.

I don't know about any American supermarkets, but in Canada, Superstore attempts to do its environmental part by charging $0.05 for each plastic bag you need for your groceries. I personally think they're just cheap bastards. Like the savvy Superstore shopper that I am, (also a cheap bastard who doesn't want to pay an extra five cents for a plastic bag), I grabbed a cardboard box to carry my groceries.

As I walked around the store, I was delighted to realize I now have a relationship with ice cream whereby I can walk past it, say hello ("Hi Chocolate Crackle, I loved you once..."), and continue to prance on past in my new, sexy jeans. (My junk is looking good, people.)

Got my ingredients, went to the cash.

Instead of putting my groceries IN the box, the brain surgeon at the cash register put them all BESIDE the box. Lifting a jar of bell peppers three inches up and to the right is clearly outside of the job description of this cashier.

But, I got my stuff, made my hummus (mmm, garlic), ate my dinner, and now I'm here.

Did I mention the jeans were on sale?

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

An update for the ages

Second day that I'm not working at the job-that-I-hate. Hallelujia, people. Hal. Eh. Loo. Ya.

Bought a new pair of jeans today (down three pounds this week, hurray!), got a facial, and am about to head off to a potluck dinner party. It's a shame that I won't be able to eat any of the "cherry chocolate chip shortbread" cookies I made. Skinny bum wins in this contest.

There is really not much else to report.

Still no houses on the market in my price range. Still no word on The Job. (Actually, I still haven't even signed the papers on the not-The-Job-but-a-decent-second-choice-job... let's hope my bad luck doesn't win out and have that not come through. That would be, in a word, tragic.)

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Story of my life.

Sorry this post isn't more interesting, my peeps. Just a lack of drama this week, and we all know how drama can spice up the most inane of posts. Don't worry -- it's sure to rear its ugly head sooner rather than later.

Ta ta!

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Skinny vs. Happy

Second last day at the job-that-I-hate.

Two girls who I've gotten to know over the past 12 months, came up to our office for lunch. Both have lost about 25 or 30 lbs. each, and look stunning.

Both of them are also suddenly without wedding rings.

Does this mean I have to go through some serious emotional trauma in order to drop 15lbs. so I can fit back into my size 4 pants?


Ah, but who am I kidding. I'd much rather have a little extra padding on my J-Lo-esque rear end than go through a divorce.

The boys like a little something more to grab on the back end anyway, right?

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Two mysteries solved

Unfortunately, neither of those mysteries is why the new job has yet to call my references. That's big, fat mystery #3. But I won't dwell. Because if I do, my head will explode.

Mystery #1, is that the guy who is selling the house actually purchased it in August and just got transfered to another province. As such, he's got to unload the house immediately. Unfortunately, the people living there still weren't out earlier this week, which is why they couldn't show it.

No murder. No rats. No sexy encounter with Nick from CSI. (Damn.)

Mystery #2, is that I went on a few dates with him about 8 years ago. I tried to teach him to two-step, but he was a ridiculously bad dancer (and that's probably what turned me off at the time. I'm shallow, I know it.) This all came back to me when he emailed me first thing this morning to remind me why I knew him -- I think he didn't want to mention it yesterday when his new boss was standing right there. For obvious reasons.

Two mysteries solved. We continue to wait on the aformentioned third -- when the new job will call my references so we can sign the offical offer sheet.

God? I'm learning the patience thing, I really am. I'm trying very hard. I see what you're doing to me here. I get it. Could you PLEASE stop making me wait? Please?