January 2012
15 posts
Sigh.
I’m looking at my resume’s current form and wondering about the futility of it all.
Mission statement, my ass. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, so how do you expect me to put it here in a short, succint paragraph?
How about this instead - it’s accurate, honest, and to the point:
“Forty-something corporate whore with diverse portfolio and an uncanny...
Truesday Stuff.
Took a taxi out to the suburban office today. Driver hit the brakes hard on the 401, and although I thought I’d grabbed all the items that flew (laptop, power cord, keys, etc.) it seems my favourite mouse is a goner. I liked that mouse. Still, could’ve been worse - the laptop is working and I still have my wallet, phone and keys.
The Husband has booked us a mini-vacation in February -...
8 Things I've Done:
Posed as a paraplegic for the sake of a news story.
Was baptized by full immersion (I had a very religious childhood).
Rode an elephant.
Had cosmetic surgery.
Took ballroom dancing.
Studied ju-jitsu (for a short time).
Thanks to a snowstorm, was forced to stay at a random farmhouse - the same random farmhouse my mother was stranded at years before. (The owners were really quite...
The furnace is fine.
It’s Miller Time, bishes!
Balance of Experience.
Bad: The washing machine died on Boxing Day.
Good: New one was just delivered.
Bad: The drain is the wrong height.
Good. We can remedy that tonight.
Bad: The furnace started exhibiting strange behaviour this morning.
Good: I was already working from home because of the washing machine, so I put in a call to the furnace people and they’ve got someone they can send over this...
Can somebody explain to me the science or physics or whatever it is that decided an eight-pound cat is capable of creating a 20-pound cloud of flatulence?
Jesus H, it’s nasty. Also, it may have killed me. I’ll know for sure shortly…
Writing 1912 on all my cheques.
I have one book of blank cheques. I’m not sure the precise date it was issued, but I can say that it’s from four addresses ago, and the year field is still listed as 19__.
There’s a slightly more up-to-date book associated with our joint account (the date fields at least geared to this century), but I think the last cheque we wrote was to the guy who refinished our living room...
December 2011
33 posts
Murphy's Law-ish
My washing machine died on Boxing Day - the same day the guests departed, leaving a house full of dirty sheets and towels.
Fortunately, a good friend who lives nearby is in Germany for the holidays, and I’m currently working from home - her home - washing up the things that we’ll need in the short term. There is some excellent wine in it for her, as well as a contribution to her...
Your First Name of: Kirsten
As Kirsten you seek change, travel, new opportunities, and new challenges.
Your active, restless nature demands action and you dislike system and monotony.
As you are versatile and capable, you could do any job well, although you would not like to do menial tasks.
Having considerable vision, you could be adept at formulating new, more effective ways of doing things.
You could...
Truthful Tuesday: Synchronicity Edition.
I have absolutely no use for people who have lofty career ambitions but don’t care to follow through on the tougher aspects of their dream job. Hey - if you want the big chair, you’ve got to be ready to do the unpleasant stuff. Dig?
This is why I have absolutely no respect for hiring managers who won’t call the final-round candidates to tell them that they lost out. We all know...
Philosophical.
I’m waiting for some news.
This is NOT potentially devastating news. I’m not waiting for test results, or waiting to hear how a loved one is doing in surgery. I’m merely waiting for news that’s either good or disappointing.
If it’s good, I’ll be really happy and the holiday will be made. If it’s disappointing I’ll be gracious, and tonight...
Guilty Pleasures
Robot Chicken
Dlisted.com
B movies
KC and the Sunshine Band
Hickory Sticks
Mantra
I’ll never drink again I’ll never drink again I’ll never drink again I’ll never drink again DEAR GOD I’ll never drink again I’ll never drink again I’ll never drink again…
“People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a...”
– Banksy (via thechocolatebrigade)
I will never stop loving this quote.
(via thedaysarenotfullenough)
Holy shit.
(via aarbearrawr)
Whiny Wednesday
I have spent the past two years - and countless hours - trying to educate colleagues and help them manage various company matters (that they should be managing themselves anyway). I’ve created cheat sheets and newsletters, gathered links, and assembled all materials in a one-stop-shopping site. About 60 per cent took it seriously, the other 40 have continually ignored it all. So I just sent...
Zzzzzzz...
Long. Fucking. Day.
G’night, good people. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.
Here there be scars.
Small one above right eye (smacked my face getting into a car, ‘cause I’m smart like that)
Outside left pinky (trying to catch a broken plate, ‘cause I’m talented like that)
Surgical scar, lower back (‘cause I’m… nah, let’s leave that one alone)
Misshapen one on right knee (fell down a lot as a kid, ‘cause I’m clumsy like that)
Two...
“Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.”
– Henry Rollins (via factualfiction)
One of the many reasons to love Henry Rollins.
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katydidsays replied to your photo: Current status.
pretty! i’m debating putting mine up this year. this makes me want to!
Thank you! I do recommend it, primarily because it’s something you do with a glass of wine in one hand and the ornaments in the other. (Okay, maybe put down the wine once in a while.)
Let me give you a little backstory on that tree, though…
We’re on a...
*Sigh*
The sycophants are running the place.
Know how you work and work and work on a portfolio ‘til you’re all happy with it, and then when it comes time to show it to someone influential it suddenly looks like crap?
That…
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
seven bloated livers,
six delerium tremens,
five pink elephants,
four broken light strands,
three dead poinsettias,
two family squabbles,
AND A PACKAGE FULL OF DEAD BATTERIES!!!
(Thanks, I’ll be here all week.)
TT
A few days ago I complained that despite wanting more Li’l Wooden Guy, no one on Facebook had bothered to check out his new album. Turns out that I hadn’t posted it to my timeline, just saved it. Derp…
Really need to get back into the gym. I feel the urge to just run like crazy, but I’m too out of shape to actually cover any distance.
Missed the “what I like about...
Li'l Wooden Need A Hobby
It started about a year-and-a-half ago…
A colleague had one of those small wooden body models on her desk and I threatened to kidnap it. She didn’t think I had the stones, so I put together a ransom note, taped it to her desk, and took off with Li’l Wooden Guy.
At first I just took pictures of him tied up and being mistreated, but it turned into a narrative - he escaped, and...
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linanneblack replied to your photo: The Husband and I agreed that for Christmas we’d…
JEALOUS!!!
Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you and M are to come over sometime for a B-movie night. We’ll make it B-movie and vinyl. Cool?
45s I have heard
From Dad’s collection, so far:
Les Paul and Mary Ford
Spike Jones
Andrews Sisters
Duane Eddy and His Twangy Guitar
The Peer Gynt Suite
Rex Allen
Roberta Lee
Ella Mae Morse
Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass
Vaughn Monroe
Bliss…
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greatnorthernpineapple replied to your post: Weird things
Did anyone call they wanted the piece of cake with the umbilical cord on it?
No, but damn, I wish I’d thought of that…
Weird things
Not on my desk, but on a boardroom table, just a few minutes ago…
A colleague and his wife are expecting their first baby. The department held a surprise party for him - big present, lots of people and good wishes, and a cake…
A cake shaped like a baby, with a kinda-scary doll’s face built in.
So, in order to serve it, the parents-to-be had to cut into the scary baby.
Not at...
November 2011
28 posts
Truthful Wednesday
‘Cause I’m always a bit late…
I decided a long time ago that I wasn’t going to talk about stars or follower count or anything like that. In part because I find it distasteful, but mostly because I am thisclose to becoming waaaaay too obsessive about it. It’s better to just keep it at arm’s length and post for the joy of it. And this is the last you’ll see...
