recent developments in my little corner of the world:
(#1) work finally hired a new person to help me out. he starts tomorrow and he knows what he's doing, so I don't need to teach him. I think he has more experience than me, so I get to ask all the questions when I need help. Help is what I could have used to avoid (#2) my first major fuck-up at this job. I wont go into how bad it was, but in order to save face I had to sacrifice 2 days worth of overtime in order to offset the billable hours I blew. Most unfortunate. There was also a great lack of fortune this morning when (#3) I had to be at a meeting with a new client at 8am, and woke up to find Ottawa under a sheet of ice. Scraping ice off of my windshield is a given occurence from time to time, I have no problem with that. However (and some of you might want to try this, if you drive a '93 Nissan Pickup with rear-wheel drive only, and no weight in the back - coz quite frankly, I don't find that it makes a difference...) trying to drive up even the slightest of hills that haven't been salted or sanded is nigh impossible in anything but a military assault vehicle (the U.S. kind, we don't have any up here that aren't dog-powered), and when it is sheer ice, damn well forget it then. Yes, that is why I was late for the meeting by an hour, I was stuck trying to get over a speed bump.
Then the weather got mild and now all the world is a puddle. The cuffs of my pants are sodden.
I'm going to come in to work early tomorrow, just because I fucking feel like it. I'm not a workaholic or nothin', I'm just a bit behind in my projects is all.
I'm going to turn into one of those boring fucks who only know how to talk about work, I just know it. The first clue was last weekend, when I sat down to do my taxes - two months in advance.
Even smiling makes my face ache.
My ass hurts too, I went skating for the first time in ages, and Holy Jesus, what a workout for the glutes.
thats the face your going to make when you see my ass.
it's heavenly.
(#1) work finally hired a new person to help me out. he starts tomorrow and he knows what he's doing, so I don't need to teach him. I think he has more experience than me, so I get to ask all the questions when I need help. Help is what I could have used to avoid (#2) my first major fuck-up at this job. I wont go into how bad it was, but in order to save face I had to sacrifice 2 days worth of overtime in order to offset the billable hours I blew. Most unfortunate. There was also a great lack of fortune this morning when (#3) I had to be at a meeting with a new client at 8am, and woke up to find Ottawa under a sheet of ice. Scraping ice off of my windshield is a given occurence from time to time, I have no problem with that. However (and some of you might want to try this, if you drive a '93 Nissan Pickup with rear-wheel drive only, and no weight in the back - coz quite frankly, I don't find that it makes a difference...) trying to drive up even the slightest of hills that haven't been salted or sanded is nigh impossible in anything but a military assault vehicle (the U.S. kind, we don't have any up here that aren't dog-powered), and when it is sheer ice, damn well forget it then. Yes, that is why I was late for the meeting by an hour, I was stuck trying to get over a speed bump.
Then the weather got mild and now all the world is a puddle. The cuffs of my pants are sodden.
I'm going to come in to work early tomorrow, just because I fucking feel like it. I'm not a workaholic or nothin', I'm just a bit behind in my projects is all.
I'm going to turn into one of those boring fucks who only know how to talk about work, I just know it. The first clue was last weekend, when I sat down to do my taxes - two months in advance.
Even smiling makes my face ache.
My ass hurts too, I went skating for the first time in ages, and Holy Jesus, what a workout for the glutes.
thats the face your going to make when you see my ass.
it's heavenly.
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but this snow stuff....amazing. we really should get some...at least on odd occasion..imported in to south Texas.