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Quest for gas.

February 28, 2007 Leave a comment
 
About a week ago, we were informed that there was a refinery fire and between that and the CN strike (or some other such thing), Esso stations would be having difficulty keeping a full supply of gas. I had just filled up so I was fine. They expected the situation to be under control within 10 days.
 
Monday, my tank was getting low and I stopped by my Esso on the way home. Only two tanks still had gas and they had long lineups so I just went home. ‘I’ll fill up tomorrow,’ I thought.
 
Tuesday morning on the way to work, I drove back to the Esso and all tanks were empty. No surprise. I started to drive to the Shell across the street. As I waited at the intersection for the light to change, the price of gas sign changed from 97.9 to 000.0. Hmm… I drove on.
 
I passed two more stations that were out of gas. My gas light went on, needle firmly on "E". This is a new car. I don’t have any idea how long I can drive on the fumes. My mother would be able to drive for three weeks on E. I am not that lucky. I had visions of me running out of gas in the middle lane. I had already mentally made a plan to call co-worker A to fetch me some gas. But then, maybe she wouldn’t be able to find a station with gas left and she too would run out. Then she would call a co-worker and soon the whole company would be paralyzed on city streets, unable to take care of anyone’s water and wastewater lines. It’s not just a gas shortage anymore.
 
Finally, I found a station with gas. I pulled in line behind a woman who could not figure out how to make the pump work. While she tried, three cars cycled through the next pump. I pulled out and got behind someone who looked a little more competant.
 
My tank is 45L. I purchased 42L. That was very scary.
 
Every other station I passed on my way to work was out of gas. And they say this will continue for another week. I’m going back to Alberta.
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Flag twirling VIDEO!

February 25, 2007 Leave a comment
 
I know many of you have seen pictures of my ROTC (flag twirling) group. And a few of you have seen me twirling a broom with a dish towel stapled to it, but nothing compares to the real thing.
 
This link goes to a video someone took of the Dyke March during the summer. This isn’t the full ROTC group as only women are allowed to march in the Dyke March, but it gives you a bit of an idea of what it looks like with the music. You will have to suffer through some other parts of the march, but about halfway through, your patience will be rewarded and you will see me twirling. And Stella, immediately after us will be some stilt walkers you know.
 
Enjoy!
 
 
<PS: Thanks to the DS who sourced me the link. For the record, this is what she does at work – he he.>
Categories: ROTC

Sucks to be me – in a couple of weeks anyway.

February 22, 2007 Leave a comment
 
So Mikey and I are going to Phoenix in a couple of weeks. Apparently flights are scarce. Our travel arranger went to book us and she did Mike’s first. So Mike gets to fly back to Toronto at a reasonable hour on a Friday. He got the last seat on that flight. I get to fly back on the red eye on the Thursday. Beh.
 
In other news, I was cleaning out my file cabinet and shredding all my 1995-1999 documents (bank statements, bills, insurance records, etc.). I was very organized even then. All the little returned cheques were neatly stapled to the bank statement and all my mastercard receipts were neatly stapled to the mastercard statement. I don’t own a staple remover so my nails are currently in nasty shape from yesterday’s little activity.
 
This meant there was a lot of shredding. My little shredder overheated and I could smell burning engine parts he he. I brought about 2" worth of documents to be shredded here at work.
 
And there was a short moment of respectful silence during the 1997 documents when I came across bills with my first ever gf’s handwriting on them. She, as methodical as I, wrote the amounts each of us owed on every bill we shared while she lived with me. The silence was to reflect on the gf and to reflect on the fact I was only paying $24 a month for heating a 1200 sqft home in the winter. Oh – those were the days.
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Work sometimes makes me laugh.

February 19, 2007 Leave a comment
 
I’m hiring. I’ve been getting applications. Some are good, some are not. One application in particular wasn’t too bad but the cover letter contained this little gem:
 
"I am well qualified to take on the tasks and responsibilities required due to my relevant experience and education. I am well qualified to take on the tasks and responsibilities required due to my relevant experience and education. "
 
No, you’re not seeing things – it was written twice. No, you’re not seeing things – it was written twice. The beauty is how general it is – that one sentence would be good for ANY job description: scuba diver, talk show host, pump jockey, drag queen. You wouldn’t have to change a single word in that sentence to use it to apply for any of those jobs. Well done.
 
Also, I went back to see my urologist again and I really can’t express how handsome this doctor is. He is studly and exudes amazing sex appeal. Amazing considering he’s a urologist and I’m a lesbian!
 
And I was expecting to be examined this appointment but it was just another consultation. The scope procedure he wants to do will be in late March. Shame. I had waxed my legs.
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It’s like finding money in an old jacket.

February 18, 2007 Leave a comment
 
So I’m rooting through the freezer and do you know what I found? Another rubbermaid container filled with cranberry-chocolate chip flax seed oatmeal cookies.
 
Here I thought I’d eaten them all when I got back from Phoenix in January.
 
It’s a miracle. A chocolatey, fibre-filled miracle.

You know what I want to do?

February 14, 2007 1 comment
 
As you may know, there was a big heap of snow dumped on Toronto and surrounding area last night. It’s pretty cold.
 
But I have this insane desire to go home after work, change into my snowsuit and Sorels (which I have not worn since I lived in Edmonton), and tromp through snow at the industrial business area by my house. I’m sure the snow drifts there must be knee high in spots and completely virgin white.
 
Doesn’t that sound like fun?
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For all the people I’ve bugged about being tardy.

February 13, 2007 Leave a comment
 
Yesterday, Heidi-ho (HH) invited me to play badminton. Neither of us had played in 15 years so we figured it would be fun. She was going to look into courts and I, the virgo, was going to look up and refresh myself on the rules of play.
 
As it turned out, there were no courts available so HH asked if I wanted to try squash. I had never played squash but heard it was a good workout so I said, "sure, why not?" HH volunteered to buy us racquets on her lunch break (she had never played before either).
 
Throughout the day, we exchanged emails indicating where we were going to meet and when. She would write things like "I’ve booked a court for 4pm but I likely won’t get there until 4:10. Just sign up for the court and wait for me."
 
Now, HH has not been punctual in the past. If you’ll recall a blog I wrote in November about me waiting for her the the Cora’s for 45 minutes, that pretty much sums it up. I had visions of me being at the squash court, without a racquet or ball, sitting on the floor waiting for her to show up. So I warned her that she better be on time. She re-scheduled our court for 4:20pm.
 
Sadly, I had to interview a candidate at work. He was scheduled to start his interview at 2:30. I figured he’d be done by 3:30 or 4pm at the latest. Plenty of time to get to the squash court.
 
As it turns out, he was a talker. He didn’t leave my office until 4:30. By the time I got to the court, I was an hour and five minutes late. I don’t even recall the last time I’ve been this late. HH was playing by herself on the court. I was so embarrassed and she rubbed it in pretty good.
 
Then, because I was late, I changed into my shorts and runners on the court. The wall of the court was glass and all the people in the gym doing their cardio machines are positioned to look into the squash court. I didn’t mind as I normally change in the parking lot before soccer games, but HH thought it was funny. Glad I could give something back.
 
Did you know that the squash ball doesn’t really bounce much? It’s very odd behaviour for a ball. I’m having trouble with it, which is annoying because I usually am fairly good at any sport I try very quickly. I never get brilliant at it, but I am coordinated so I can be functional within a short period of time. Apparently this is not so with squash. I suck at it.
 
We played for about 5 minutes and then the people who had the court next showed up.
 
That was my squash playing experience. But now that I have a racquet, we’ll try again later.
 
And because HH is not unlike Jesus, she turned the other cheek and made me dinner. A really awesome, healthy dinner of pita pizza with pesto, chicken, peppers, mushrooms and some soft cheese with a fancy name I can’t remember.
 
I’m wondering if I can apply this lesson to my dating approach: Be completely irresponsibly late and non-accomodating (ie: a jerk) and women will wind up serving me. It could work.
Categories: Work