Okay, I think I might be willing to admit that I have a problem. An addiction.
My habit is expensive, but when I am about to score, I don’t even think about the cost. When I’ve got the goods in my pocket, I spend all day thinking about it, and then when it’s time, it is such a rush, and the high lasts for hours. No matter how down or tired I am it lifts my spirits and gives me a burst of energy. But the next day, after the rush is over, I come down, and all I can think about is the next time. On Wednesday, I got totally high, and then, on Thursday, all I could think about was how I could score again that day, if I really wanted to. I fought an inward battle. “No, I don’t really need it.” “But I want it so bad.” “Look what’s last night’s score did to you – you’re tired, drained.” “But it was so good!” Yes, this is the inner monologue of a tormented addict.
I am addicted to concerts. Specifically, Commodore Ballroom concerts, where I can stand close to the beautiful minstrels that connect directly with my heart with their lyrics and sound, surrounded by other addicts, swaying gently, or bobbing wildly.
Right now, for the first time in a long time, I have no concert tickets magneted to the fridge waiting for the special night. Actually, that is not quite true. Mark bought tickets to Keane this morning. But it’s at the Orpheum Theatre. Which, when compared to the sweet heroin of the Commodore, is like mild weed. I hope The Long Winters is the opening act.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Back in the Spirit
This past weekend was one of those times that I realize how totally frickin' awesome it is to live here in Vancity. Two things stand out as particularly fab.
1. I have never been particularly fond of shoes and socks. Sandals or bare feet have always my preferred fashion in footwear and Saturday was one of those days that I just didn't really want to wear shoes. So I wore my sandals. And, this being Vancouver, it was a totally acceptable choice. I didn't get frostbite, and my toes didn't fall off. Sweet.
2. Sunday morning I headed out and hopped on the little ferry to Granville Island to shop for presents. As the boat was motoring across False Creek, I had a flash of how yucky it would be to spend the day shopping in the mall. I was very happy to browse the Market stalls until I found the scarves I was looking for (it took about 5 minutes - seriously). The great part was that I was there and finished my planned shopping early enough to just stroll around and browse before the Market got unpleasantly busy. And when it did, I just went off on my merry way.
So a very pleasant weekend has restored my Christmas spirit and personal happiness. Although it is Monday. Which reminds me, I need to do a quiz. Actually, it was Elisabeth that reminded (demanded) that I need to do the quiz.
I hate my job. I know you are all terribly surprised - I've been hiding it so well. So this week's quiz is about employment.
1. What was your favorite job you ever had?
2. What is the earliest thing that you can remember wanting to be "when you grew up"?
3. Rate your current job on a scale of one to ten.
4. If you were independently wealthy, but had to hold down a job, what would it be?
5. Not including vacation, what do you consider to be the most important benefit for employers to offer?
1. I have never been particularly fond of shoes and socks. Sandals or bare feet have always my preferred fashion in footwear and Saturday was one of those days that I just didn't really want to wear shoes. So I wore my sandals. And, this being Vancouver, it was a totally acceptable choice. I didn't get frostbite, and my toes didn't fall off. Sweet.
2. Sunday morning I headed out and hopped on the little ferry to Granville Island to shop for presents. As the boat was motoring across False Creek, I had a flash of how yucky it would be to spend the day shopping in the mall. I was very happy to browse the Market stalls until I found the scarves I was looking for (it took about 5 minutes - seriously). The great part was that I was there and finished my planned shopping early enough to just stroll around and browse before the Market got unpleasantly busy. And when it did, I just went off on my merry way.
So a very pleasant weekend has restored my Christmas spirit and personal happiness. Although it is Monday. Which reminds me, I need to do a quiz. Actually, it was Elisabeth that reminded (demanded) that I need to do the quiz.
I hate my job. I know you are all terribly surprised - I've been hiding it so well. So this week's quiz is about employment.
1. What was your favorite job you ever had?
2. What is the earliest thing that you can remember wanting to be "when you grew up"?
3. Rate your current job on a scale of one to ten.
4. If you were independently wealthy, but had to hold down a job, what would it be?
5. Not including vacation, what do you consider to be the most important benefit for employers to offer?
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I am going to be rich
How you ask? Well, I'll tell you. I am going invent something that woman all over will want. Heck, now that I think of it, men will want it too. I will make a damn fortune. I am going to invent a nasal spray, or drops, that can be used to stop you from crying. How great would that be? In any situation where you are worried about being seen as immature, irrational, over-emotional or, in the case of the men, a sissy, you just duck out of sight, squeeze the mist up your schnoz, and bam, no more tears, you're ready for a fight. Keep one in your purse, at home, at work! Instant sanity, stability and credibility. No more crying when you shouldn't, and best of all no more crying more the more you try to stop crying. Whose with me? Only 19.95 plus shipping and handling. Call now.
And yes, I thought of this idea today, at work in my cubicle, with my head intently straight down looking at a piece of paper that I couldn't actually see because of the tears seeping out of my eyes. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, that I am right, they were wrong and I will bounce back. And seek vengeance. I am just mostly pissed that the ensuing red-nose and puffy face prevented me from going shoe shopping after work as I had planned.
On a funny and deliciously ironic note, check out the email Huey sent me yesterday:
Heather,
Are they working you hard at work? I am sitting in
the library working on my letters -- argh. I don't
think there has ever been anything so painful!!
I haven't had lunch yet. It is 1:30 and I will not
eat until I finish this essay damn it!!
You?
I read this email after I got back from a nearly two-hour lunch with the Vancouver legal team and the Toronto-based head of the legal department. I had the chipotle crusted halibut and a glass of Chardonnay. And it was on the company.
And yes, I thought of this idea today, at work in my cubicle, with my head intently straight down looking at a piece of paper that I couldn't actually see because of the tears seeping out of my eyes. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, that I am right, they were wrong and I will bounce back. And seek vengeance. I am just mostly pissed that the ensuing red-nose and puffy face prevented me from going shoe shopping after work as I had planned.
On a funny and deliciously ironic note, check out the email Huey sent me yesterday:
Heather,
Are they working you hard at work? I am sitting in
the library working on my letters -- argh. I don't
think there has ever been anything so painful!!
I haven't had lunch yet. It is 1:30 and I will not
eat until I finish this essay damn it!!
You?
I read this email after I got back from a nearly two-hour lunch with the Vancouver legal team and the Toronto-based head of the legal department. I had the chipotle crusted halibut and a glass of Chardonnay. And it was on the company.
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