I'm glad that Glyn is still up to his old tricks. Sigh... I want to be travelling...

Men.

Seriously, I don't understand you as a breed. Granted I've become familiar with the more common of your idiosyncracies, assumptions and habits, but that doesn't mean that I understand them.

For a small example: Why is it, when the toilet paper runs out and you get out a new roll, do you not take the old tube off and put the new one on the holder? It takes 5 seconds at most!

I find I walk into the bathroom and just automatically put it on the holder without even thinking about it, and I suppose that's fine, but I don't know why that same thought process doesn't work in J's head. And I'm certainly not alone. Today at work, I watched my boss walk into the bathroom and take the roll our senior teller had left on the counter and put it on the holder before she washed her hands without even thinking about it - and when I pointed it out to her she rolled her eyes and said her beau did it too.

Sigh.

This one of the T.V. variety. Thursday am, when I went to open the other branch there was this lovely piece of paper taped to the window (damn them, for the windows had just been cleaned) telling us that the surrounding streets were going to be blocked off for use by the film crew vehicles and crowds of techies, boom-people, make-up types and the odd actor. The name of the movie is "Murder on Spec" and who knows if it will even make it to CBC in the next year, but I was amused to see some skinny blonde in a leather skirt walking in pace with a camera trolley at one point while I was counting back some tourist's Canadian funds.

This week I was offered the position of 'Senior teller' where I work now, which is a salaried position and therefore more money than I've made at a single job ever. The current holder of said position is moving to a higher paying job so that he can better support his wife and wee one. I decided to take the spot regardless of its required commitment time of the indefinate "a couple of years" because it's entirely possible to relocate should the need arise and by whatever gods are out there I really need to get ahead with this money thing. So YAY ME! Next month I begin some fairly rigourous and probably mind-bending training. (Mind-bending because I am not all that good with numbers. I have always had a mental block of a kind when it comes to doing anything more complicated with them than adding and subtracting. Ironic then that this is a job at a financial institution. But I'm stubborn enough not to let that get in my way.)

This does not mean that I'm putting my career on hold, however (I hope) because I still want to go and get my MLIS. I still want to work in a library with books. I still want to write a novel, or three, but I also want to get ahead and I think this is an opportunity I'd be stupid to pass up.

J still wants to go back home, I know this - but I think this job might provide us the means to take a vacation (a real vacation!) to Ontario to visit with his family-types. Wish him luck in his job-hunting process, since he's also left The Evil Place.

We also have a new Landlady. She has evicted one of the tenants on the fourth floor because she owned a cat, so when she came to inspect our apt, J had made sure he vacuumed before she came - and not for the usual reason one might think. Our darling cats are petrified of the vacuum, so when it gets turned on they will hide for hours under the bed - so he hid all the tell-tale things like litter box and cat-dishes and so far we've heard nothing. (Our previous landlady had a cat, so I'm not pleased with this new development and I'm half-worried that we should look for a new place now anyway, since it will be hard to find somewhere that will allow us to have them.) New Landlady is a Cleaning Nazi. She's out in the lobby twice a day wiping things down with what smells like undiluted bleach. In the mornings I have to cover my face when I go through the lobby because my entire sinus system rebels at the onslaught. She's not one of those "likeable" people either - and not because of the cat thing - it's about the vibe. Sigh... we'll see what happens.

My apologies all for my hibernation period - I had too much in my head and I'd sit here in front of this blank page and draw a blank in my head. (This didn't stop me from writing down the odd little character sketch or rant in my scribble book, so perhaps I shall share some of those - but later, it's shower-time.)

Cheers

Listening to: Cinder growling at the across-the-hall neighbors.

Well, I had a pleasantly lazy weekend.

Mom came yesterday to do some clothing shopping because the hometown really only has two real clothing stores and Walmart to its name and one of those clothing stores sells what my mother calls "teeny-bopper" clothes. My mother, being who she is, would look quite odd in fishnets and belly-baring tank tops, so I'm very glad she doesn't like shopping there. She was successful in her shopping endeavour, though I struck a 0 - mainly, I think, because I was hungry. Mom took me to lunch at our usual spot, which is Moxies: unofficially for the 'scenery' and officially for the scrumptious food.

After Mom got on the bus I hoofed up to the mall and paid a visit to the liquor store to get a six-pack for J. No particular reason. When I was crossing the street towards home I saw this guy by the bus stop watching me. He wierded me out from the get-go and he focussed first on the liquor store bag and then started up the street towards me. I sped up across the street and passed him rather quickly and was disconcerted when he started to follow me towards the apartment building. So I walk a little bit faster and pray my key works in the lock because I have no idea what is on the guy's mind. I slip inside and the door closes behind me. I pause by the elevator just as he comes up to the door and grabs the handle and shakes the door. I bypass the elevator and hoof it up the stairs and tell J about the creepy guy. When we look out the door he's back at the bus stop like nothing had happened. Wierd eh?

Then I got a lovely drunk phone call from Naomi and Lindsie and Bill and Amber and there is a partial screech on the answering machine letting me know that they were having an alcoholic whale of a time. I told them they were funny - because they made me smile.

Today: I'm happy to say the only thing we accomplished as a full fridge.

Cheers!

Wow, June 1st.

I look out the window and all I see is grey and wet. What is this? Last few days I was out in sandals and skirts and now it's miserable. AND I have to be at the other location all by myself for the rest of the month. Suck.... I hope for my sake its not busy today, so I can get settled in.

I've been trying to work on my "novel" these last few days and I keep getting sidetracked on sorting out plot lines rather than just writing something. Maybe I will have more success this week.

Ah... time to leave already...crap.