I couldn't say it better if I wanted to.

Sometimes, a link is enough.

Have a nice day.

Fwah.

So...remember how I usually don't tell people anything? Remember how I don't let people know if I'm interested in anyone because it always turns out to be embarassing? Yeah. Well. I forgot.

Now I remember though.

So, I called the boy yesterday. :) And I was proud of myself for being so bold.

And tonight, I had no messages, so I was a little disappointed, but not that big a deal.

And about ten after 8 (the exact same time I phoned him yesterday) the phone rang. Bleh. And he's just getting out of a relationship. (which I knew) And he's going to be away for 3 of the next 4 weeks. And he's allergic to coffee. (Not really that last one, but I did actually ask that...because I figured he must be running out of excuses at this point.) So...he said he'd enjoyed meeting me, and that he hoped we'd run into each other soon...and that when he got back from competing, maybe he'd be ready for coffee.

So fwah. Stupid relationships. I'm ready now, why isn't everyone else? *grin*

Anyway, at least I made a move. I am still proud of myself. :)

Today was a good day overall. Very low stress, and I even got to leave work before dark!!! It was like a holiday! :)

So...that's my day in a nutshell. Disappointing, but not overwhelming. Moving on. :)

So... :)

Today was a great day. I got up and went in to the store for 4.5 hours. I should have stayed longer; however, I did not. It was productive time, but not productive enough. Ah well. :)

Then, this afternoon I came home, showered, changed...and chatted a bit with Domenic. It was pleasant. He observed how much perkier and more cheerful I was. I pointed out that it was the first time he'd seen me during the day when I didn't have to go to work! :)

I was debating calling Heidi and asking for Paul's phone number to invite him to the Moosehead's game with me...But I chickened out. I invited Heidi to the game with me instead. :) It was fun, a really great game. There was a HUGE brawl at the end of the second period...Each team lost about 7 players. It was graphic, but freaking hilarious. Anyway--lots of fun.

On the way to the game I was subtly asking Heidi about Paul. She said some stuff that wasn't terribly flattering, but said that he was a really nice guy overall. I was apparently too subtle, because we never got to a point where I could say anything. (Keep in mind that I'm a total chickenshit candyass when it comes to emotional stuff.)

The game was great. Heidi met up with some guy she knows from work and they went and chatted at the bar and had a beer. He left his little (about 9?) alone in the bleachers the whole time. I was mortified. I didn't know her, so I didn't go down and sit with her--that would have been creepy. I did; however, keep an eye on her the whole time they were gone so that no freaky strangers did her bodily harm while her irresponsible father was out flirting with another woman. Anyway. That's my opinion on poor parenting for the day...KEEP YOUR EYES ON YOUR FREAKING CHILD!!! What's so difficult to comprehend about that? *ahem*

So, on the way home, we chatted about a bunch of stuff. We were almost all the way home before I got up enough nerve to say anything. Heidi's very open about stuff like that, (boy stuff) and I am SO not. We were about to turn onto my street and I said, "So...I have something to say. Despite everything you told me about Paul, I really liked him a lot."

We talked about that a bit, and she offered to help me 'bump into' him someplace soon. I was pleased about that, but I was a little more anxious about it...so I asked her if she could get me his phone number.

She had it there, so she gave it to me. And I called him. I got his voicemail, so I left him a message. I'm so anxious, but so proud of myself. :) It's been a long time since I was all excited about a boy...and I'm so proud that I got over myself and picked up the phone. Because that's huge. HUGE.

Whee. :)

Now, off to bed.

Wow.

WOW.

I just got home from the pub, and wow.  Did I have a great time.

 

I didn't really expect a GREAT time...but I had one.  Heidi and I were going out on the town.  She needed some time away from Rob, and I needed to get the hell out of my house.  An entire month with no life is far too long in my books.  I was looking forward to just going out and having a couple of drinks in a nice bar, and then heading home.  Nothing too wild, but definitely a well-needed, and (I think) well-deserved night out.

 

Heidi stopped by the apartment after she got off work to pick me up.  We went back to her place to finish getting ready.  We had a couple of beers while getting ready, and I watched Heidi play on her Lavalife internet.  She met a guy that seemed really nice, that *I* would have been very interested in meeting.  He lives in Ottawa though, and she met him first...so...anyway.  I was almost convinced that Lavalife might be the way to go.  I need a little bit of LIVING in my life. 

 

We went downtown to the Bitter End.  We did not have martinis, although they're famous for them.  I had Bacardi Limon and gingerale--my signature drink.  I love it.  Particularly there, as they are gnerous with their shots, and always use the correct twist.  Heidi had a beeer--which, at the Bitter End, is sacrilege.  But I digress.

 

We went from there to the Economy Shoe Shop.  We 'bumped into' her ex/boyfriend and his buddies there.  I question how accidental this could have been, but she didn't say anything to me about them being there, so who's to know?  Anyway....The WOW factor.  Rob (Heidi's man) was there with a couple of his friends and one of their girlfriends.  I recognized the one guy from some photos Heidi had shown me at New Year's.  He's a cutie.  Anyway. :)

 

So.  The guy I thought was HOT...his name is Paul.  And he's funny.  And he caught a pun that I made even as I was only just aware I was making it myself.*  He's a competitive sailor.  He can drive a sailboat.  He agreed with me that even though I don't know how to sail, my ability to ride in a sailboat and not puke is a good place to start.  My ability to swim is an added bonus.  Hurray, me.

 

*Heidi is looking at buying a house.  Paul asked about how many bedrooms and the like.  She was confused by the question and didn't quite hear what he asked.  I said "It's got a basement apartment.  It's a sweet deal."  He started to chuckle and looked at me out of the corner of his eye..."Suite deal?" He asked.  I replied with a grin and a "You give me far too much credit...but yes, it's a suite deal." and I winked at him.  And thus it began.

 

There were two guys and one girl at Paul's table...so I wasn't sure if the girl belonged to him and he was just making polite conversation with me, or if she was with the other guy and he was being nice.  She was kinda cold with both of them, so it was hard to tell.  She was talking mostly to the other guy, and he didn't bother to say hello, so I was hoping she was with him.  Paul and I were making conversation and the other two left, so it worked out (wow!  Look at those amazing powers of deduction!  She left with the other guy--therefore she must NOT be with the guy I was talking to!  I'm a genius!).

 

So after the other two left, Rob Heidi and I moved over to the table where Paul was sitting.  He's in a wheelchair, so it was slightly lower and less icky for him.  I can't believe how freaking hot he is. 

 

We all chatted...I chatted mostly with Paul.  He and Rob were leaving, and Heidi and I hitched a ride home with the boys.  Paul was driving, so we crammed into his van.  He has a ski-chair too.  Freaking athletes.  Have I mentioned ever how much I hate sports?  I really do.  I hate the idea of becoming a sports widow.  I hate being forced to watch sports on television.  And I especially hate being forced to try new things that I really don't want to do.  But wow.

 

So...I sat in the front seat, and Rob and Heidi sat in the back.  Paul and I chatted the whole time that Heidi was getting a donair.  We laughed at the people chair dancing at the pizza shop window.  We talked about a whole lot of stuff. 

 

On the way home, I said "You're tall.  How tall are you? 6'4"?" 

He said, "yeah, something like that.  6'5".  But now I'm 4'10"."  I laughed.

I said, "Woohoo!!! I'm finally taller than someone!  I can loom menacingly!" 

He said "Yeah, I can ask you, 'how's the air up there?'" 

Me: "I've always wanted to loom menacingly....we'll have to meet up again so I can give it a shot.  Tonight, I only loomed--because I wasn't fully aware.  Next time, I will menace you!" 

"Promise?" 

"*laugh*  Count on it."

"I'll have to wear my high-wheels for the occasion"

"Are they sparkly?"

 

 

You get the idea.  Anyway, we were supposed to just be going to Heidi's, and i planned to catch a cab from there, but Paul brought me all the way home and then took, them back.  He said something about coming to Kent from now on, so I'm really hoping he does.  He's funny, and smart, and hot as hell.  And he used to work at the Lower Deck (my happy place) a long time ago.  He's been in BC for the last 10 years sailing and coaching--he just came home last year. 

 

It's been a long time since I was all girly and happy about a boy.  I like this one.  And did i mention how hot he is? *grin*

 

I have tickets to the Moosehead's game tomorow afternoon.  I may get all brave and call Heidi for his phone number tomorrow morning.  We'll see. :)

I'm baaaack

Well--did you miss me?

I missed being here, even if nobody else noticed I was AWOL. :)

I've been insanely busy at work--today is my first day off in a month. Bleh. I slept until noon. I ate pancakes and coffee for breakfast. I watched bad TV. Then, after my roomie left for work, I hi-jacked my internet connection back from his room, and I've been catching up on all my bloggie friend's lives while I was away.

I'm supposed to be going out tonight, and I really REALLY want to...but I don't want to get out of my pajamas. :) And it's 7:00 pm already! :) I have to work for a few hours tomorrow to finish up a few last jobs and make the whole thing PERFECT for our CEO's visit on Monday, but otherwise I am content with how it turned out. And exhausted--did I mention exhausted?

I've worked 14 - 16 hour days every day since this thing began...and I'm beat. I have tried hard to be pleasant and hceerful at work still, and for hte most part I've been successful...but I have been VERY sassy to my boss. I even apologized to him about it on Thursday because I've been so out of line. :) But he seemed to be okay with it...he's just happy that I finished his reno and did such a great job. Because, I did y'all. I did a GREAT job. I had a great carpentry crew--they really worked their asses off for me...but the final result? The organization? I rocked. And I'm not just tooting my own horn, other people are happy too. So. :) Yay. And even more yay--I get a day off on Wednesday! And I got to sleep in today! :)

I found this--http://www.blogjam.com/despot_or_sexpot/ in a roundabout trip via Wossername. You can try and relive the adventure yourself if you'd like. Or you can just cut to the chase and hit the link.

It's 8:10 now, and I still need to figure out what I'm going to wear on my first adventure out of the house in 30 days.

Tomorrow, I'll find a wi-fi cafe and post about the drama that was my first couple of days with the new roomie. It was dramatic, if only internal drama. I really missed having the ability to tell you internets about it--because it was far too mortifying to tell the folks at work.

Look--suspense! :)

Also, I have done this Johari window in person with my co-workers at seminars and the like. It'll be interesting to see what total strangers think about me. Feel free to stop by and add some stuff if you'd like. :)

I've missed you. But I'm home now. Whee :)

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Hey there--

I've missed you all, but not so much as I've missed my bed.

So here is a post. No excuses for not posting, merely the explanation--"RENOVATION". Expect another two weeks of slip-shod posting and perfunctory excuses.

You want to see irony? Check this out.

Hmm...It's my first attempt at inserting a photo, so forgive me if it sucks. It appears to take up all the room in my entire post. Bleh. I'll get better. Or not.

Work's been crazy. I'm exhausted. I got into a 'discussion' with my boss on Friday...I told him to STOP giving me new tasks and to STOP sending me new helpers, and to STOP getting in my way if he wanted to me ever finish his renovation. I said "I'm tired, and I'm cranky, and you are contributing to increasing my stress-level. You need to STOP." It was actually quite funny, but borderline mutiny.

Today Lisa let me come in to work late, so I got to sleep in. I did a load of laundry, washed some dishes, and actually went to the grocery store. I bought food, like a REAL PERSON for the first time in weeks. I was so excited.

It was so nice...Even taking the bus in to work was pleasant. I made my connection bang on time, and was at work a half hour earlier than I was expected. I had time to sit in the lunch room and drink a coffee and chat with some of the students for a bit. It always makes me happy to do this, because it's a nice relaxing start to my shift, and it keeps me in touch with what's going on around the store. I really enjoy being thought of as 'the cool' manager. I'm the only one that gets invited on all the pub crawls. I get invited to a lot of stuff--sometimes I go to put in an appearance, but I don't drink when I'm there. I like being invited, but I can't risk there being any wild stories floating around gossip-central. But it's nice that they like me enough to keep asking. :)

One of the part-time cash supervisors said the funniest thing I've heard in a long time tonight. Here's an excerpt of our conversation:

ME: Let's hurry up and get out of here. Sadie's tired and wants to go to bed!

HIM: Allen's thirsty and wants to get downtown! I'm planning on DRINKING tonight--as in, far-too-much!

ME: *chuckle* Sounds fun!

HIM: Yep...Find a girl whose had too much to drink...."Hey honey--how do you feel about using some bad judgement and making some mistakes tonight?"

ME: ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!!!

HIM: yep--and if they say, "What the hell are you talking about? Get away from me!" I say, "Here, have another drink!"

ME: *snort*guffaw*chuckle*snicker*(etc.)

Yes...That's comedy. The funniest part, is he's a completely sweet guy that would never DO that, but would joke about it forever. He'd be more likely to intervene and prevent some drunken girl from making the mistake in the first place. *snicker* Poor kid.

So I got a phone message tonight from Dom--he wants to move in sooner than Thursday, if possible. I'm SO not ready. But I SO need the cash. Fwah. So tomorrow, after my 8-4 stint at the store, I'm going to have to come home and really haul ass to get this room cleared out. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the computer hook-up until Eastlink shows up. Hopefully Dom's still got Thursday off from the restaurant, as I booked the cable guy last week. I won't have a day off for 14 days, so I can't wait for them. Bleh.

Oh well, this too shall pass. Time for me to go drink some more water before bed, then get my self to sleep. I'll be back tomorrow night while I'm trying to avoid moving boxes and furniture. Happy weekend. :)

We're off to pay the Visa.. \

Wheee...

Sorry I've been AWOL folks--this renovation at work is kicking my ass in a major way. I've been working 6:30am to 8 or 9 pm every day for a week. Today has been my first day off, and it'll be my last for another two weeks. I spent most of it sleeping.

Is that why you're off to pay the Visa? Because you've been working too much? Not really, but good guess. Bear with me, I'll fill you in eventually.

I've been so busy lately that I haven't had any time to cook. I even did something this week that I've never done in my whole adult life. I went to get groceries on Wednesday night, and I bought nothing but precooked foods. I bought a precooked roast. I bought precooked chicken in sauce. I bought precooked lasagna. I even bought pre-cooked potatoes. The ultimate in lazy. But it means I don't eat a family-sized bag of Salt and Vinegar chips for dinner. It means that I get to eat something that actually resembles food--as it only takes 10 minutes in the microwave and I have what passes for a home-cooked meal.

I have to say, this has actually been a worthwhile endeavour too. The food? She be good. Far too expensive to feed to a family, but convenient and delicious enough to feed a single or a couple. The roast was enough for me to get 4 good sized meals out of (and I'm a MAJOR carnivore). It came with gravy, which, while far too salty, was quite delicious. Next time, I'd cook it in the oven and put a raw potato in the pan. That will suck out most of the salt and give me an extra potato too.

What does this have to do with your VISA? Patience, people.

So..A quick rundown of my days--since I haven't been here in person to bore you with them.

5:00 am - wake up, shower, putter, frig around, leave house by 6:00 to catch ride to work
6:30 am - arrive at work. Begin planning days destruction and construction.
7:00 am - rest of motley renovation crew arrives, I pass out jobs, direct traffic, and destruction begins
5:00 to 6:30 pm - crew finishes up individual projects and head out for the day
6:30 - I begin assessing the days progress and start to plan for tomorrow and the rest of the week
8:00 pm - I begin to tire in a serious way. I finish up what I'm doing, ensure that every crew member has gone home, and if at all possible I cadge a ride home. If not, I go to wait at the bus-stop for the commencement of my 1.5 hour trip home.
9:30 pm - I scrounge through the kitchen looking for something edible. If there's nothing already cooked (and there isn't) I eat the bag of chips that I picked up while waiting for the bus.
10:30 pm - I am sufficiently wound down to go to bed. But I generally stay up and watch CSI reruns until midnight.
12:00 am - I go to bed so I can wake up at 5:00 am and start over.

So as you can see, I'm pooped. And two days of the week I must work until 9:30 or 9:45 pm because I still have to do my regular duties at the store. I'm exhausted, for lack of another adjective that means 'really, really, tired'.

That's all well and good, Sadie--but what about the title? What does it mean?

Alright already! Stop with the questions about the title! I get it already, you want to know why, and more importantly HOW I'm off to pay the Visa. I'll tell you--just hold your horses.

So...remember I mentioned a while ago that I was going to get together with the guy I met on the plane back to Halifax after Christmas? Well, if you don't--I'll refresh you. There was this guy, he was sitting next to me on the plane. He lives in Halifax. We exchanged numbers. He called me. Now you're up to date.

Anyway, we agreed to meet up and do something. I was feeling weird about it, because he's not really 'my type' and I felt a little bit bad about making a date with a guy I knew I'd never DATE. But. :)

We met for coffee today, and while I don't have a new boyfriend--I'm getting a room-mate!

Domenic needs a place to be--he moved back to Canada from Australia about 4 months ago and started working at my favourite restaurant. He had flown back to Toronto to visit family over Christmas, and was returning to work. He's been living in a rooming house (creepy!) ever since, because he wasn't sure what was going on with work, and if he'd be staying at the Bedford location or moving into town to work in Halifax-proper. He's staying in Bedford, and wants to live closer to work. But it's expensive here to live by yourself--don't I know that!

So...we met up, and I like him okay. And he likes me okay. And he'll smoke on the balcony. And not in the apartment. And have I mentioned that he'll be paying me for the privilege? He'll be coughing up $450 a month to the general revenues? Have I mentioned that that is almost the entire monthly payment on the purchase of a brand-new fully-oaded 4-door navy-blue VW Jetta? Or a hella beer? Whichever--I'm not picky. And the absolute best part?

Even better than the rent, which I have to say is an ENORMOUS load off my mind, is the fact that...

HE'S A CHEF.

He suggested that I will likely gain a few pounds, as it's not possible to live with an Italian chef and not gain weight. That's a sacrifice I'm prepared to make at this juncture. Wheee!! And did I mention the additional $450/ month? Yeh...I'm stoked.

And I'll be well-fed. And rich.

But.

Now I have to clean out my 'spare' room. I have to relocate my computer, and all my spare boxes full of crap. I have to work with a deadline for my purging instead of puttering away at it like I have been.

And I have to do it while I'm working 14 hour days. Argh.

Oh well--it'll be worth it, as I will be rich. If only I could get rich first, then I could pay someone to do it for me!

I'm off to tackle my Clutter-Monster. (So big, it deserves capital letters!)

I'll try and be here more regularly--I really miss blogging when I don't get to do it.