Sharkboy

That’s the movie we ended up watching for an hour last night when our idiotic upstairs neighbour and his drunk entourage came home at 3:00 am. Then left with as much noise as they could muster. DR had a little chat with one of them who, of course, turned out to be just one of the drunk entourage. Another chat is scheduled with the neighbour tonight. Stay tuned to DR’s blog for more.

But back to the movie. I mean, the first Howling was alright, it was a Joe Dante film, so it had a lot of qualities… what the hell happened to the second one #97… I had never seen it and ended up transfixed to the screen laughing out loud every other minute for another even stupider thing that happened… I mean the queen bitch werewolve had electrical rays coming out of ther hands to kill someone. I ended up falling asleep anyway but now will rent the movie next time we have comedy night at our house.

Monday
At work, my Lead saw the email that was sent to me the Friday before and decided that enough was enough and sent pretty direct email to our Supervisor and Manager to just say so and that something should be done as it was starting to be very uncomfortable.

Tuesday
I was called in a meeting to announce that my “cross-training” needed to continue and I would be changing unit as of the following week… Still at the same office, different desk, not that close to the idiot. Good thing for me, changes are good.
DR and I were treated to one of the most delicious pork roast that evening for dinner at Da… yummmy.

Wednesday
DR and I decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day early as he has his comedy class on Thursdays. The nice restaurant across the street (The Town Grill) we had thought about going to turned out to have closed permanently the day before… weird as we had never been and were saving it for a nice night out alone. I guess it suffered from the curse of restaurant makeover…
We then ended up on College St, west of Bathurst, my new favourite area of Toronto and had the “hottest” wings ever at Duff’s, not your typical Valentine’s resto but definitely a lovely choice for both of us.
On our way back, we took the Streetcar and only the 2 seats at the front were available when we got in, we dove in. After a few stops, the place became jam-packed, I mean people’s bag resting on my legs jam-packed and winter coats stuffed in my face jam-packed. All of a sudden, I hear this berating voice from this ugly meddling woman who was getting in: “You should give your seat to this lady, you are sitting in the senior citizen’ seats you know”. Realizing she might be talking to me I turned around and suddenly saw who she was referring to, an old lady who was now looking at her feet in embarrassment for being the centre of attention. I looked at the older lady, then at the ugly meddler and back to the older lady and said: “I had not even seen you, I would gladly give you my seat”. She replied that she didn’t want it, it was fine” and before I could move up to vacate my seat, a man sitting across got up as he was getting off at the next stop, so the ugly meddler told her to take that seat. I then looked at the ugly meddler and tried very hard not to speak my mind, I really wanted to say stuff like “no wonder your husband divorced you” or “no wonder you don’t have plans on Valentine’s Day” but I just said: “I wasn’t aware that these seats had “names” but thank you for volunteering me”. Then turn to DR and continued: “Fuck, I have to deal with assholes at work and on the TTC as well now. What is the matter with people, oh yeah, they can’t mind their own fucking business”. Then the ugly meddler who seemed to not want to be around us anymore started to move to the back, but couldn’t resist one last dig: “Wait till you get old”, to which I was about to reply: “Apparently you’re experienced in that department”, but I decided that it was best to ignore her as she was making a bigger ass of herself on her own without my help.
Later on, after getting home, I relax for approximately 90 minutes reading the Sharkwater book DR had bought me. YEH.

Thursday
I had the best chicken I’ve had in the last few years for lunch. Delish. I also took a long bath and read the new Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue. I totally pruned up and finally got out of the bath when DR arrived home from his class.

Friday
I sadly moved my belongings from my soon to be old desk to soon to be new desk at the end of the working day, only to see my fucking idiot ex-cowoker/neighbour smirking like he had won and because of his actions/emails had gotten rid of me… Little does he know that his day his coming up soon, I’ll be the one laughing when he’s called in to explain his actions to the manager. And so the soap opera continues.
Friday night we watched The Aristocats and fell asleep in the middle of it.

Saturday
We got up early and ended up at the Car Show:

We’re not necessarily shopping for a car, but we did see something we’d like if we were to buy one.

That evening we were invited to dinner at “Frankensteve”. A total Québécois feast followed by another Québécois treat. Add wine, good company and fun conversations, a great night indeed.

Sunday
We vegged in bed watching Coronation Street, tons of drama with Fizz breaking up with Kirk and Claire losing her son in her house fire… only to find out that they never found the body, so it looks like someone set the fire and took the baby out to teach her a lesson… hummm maybe a neighbour she doesn’t get along with? or possibly David being an ass as usual, but this time going too far… To Be Continued.
We then got dressed and went to see JUMPER. It was much better than the critics misled us to believe, we both enjoyed it.
Then we came home all soaked from the rain, bought a nice quiche on the way, and made hot chocolate, which I am enjoying as I’m writing this post. The quiche will go in the over shortly. And then tonight, while DR plays Tomb Raiders on Wii, I’ll read some more of The Terror, which is still as good.

How was your week?

huh… Yeah, I’m excited!

When we woke up last Thursday, the city was covered in more than 25 cm of fresh new snow.
So pretty.

Follow me and DR as we make our way to work:

We’re just starting! Go down the stairs

That’s it, step outside

Let’s meet DR at the street lights

Just need to cross the street now. Will this light ever change?

Oh man… look at all this slush already!

These sidewalks aren’t cleared-up yet, this is not going to be fun.

PIGS! On clean virgin snow too.

Oh wait, I might have been wrong. Here’s a feeble attempt at shoveling.

PIGS! I guess they couldn’t find the garbage cans in this blizzard.

No, wait a minute. Found them!

Winter Sidewalk Wonderland.

Side street under snow. Don’t worry, Breakfast Television said it would be cleared-up before noon.

Who does a u-turn in these conditions? Idiots, that’s who!

C’mon DR, stop fooling around, we’re going to be late!

I think he decided to take the Streetcar today.

Maybe his shovel broke and he had to stop. F for Effort.

Ah. The old shovel a bit and salt the rest. Love it. E for Effort.

Now, what the hell is this? Did they really use a kid’s shovel? G for effort. Even the kooky girl couldn’t take it, she’d rather take her chance on the street.

OH MY GOD! Puppies!

Argh!!! More slush. Jeebus, my boots.

Our new favourite little diner open for business, snowstorm or not. Chew Chewwwww.

Ah… Serenity now. Pretty park.

Good times, squirrels.

HUH??? Breakfast Television said the school buses were cancelled. LIARS.

Calling in sick.

Calling in sick. The whole bunch of them.

No homeless will be begging from this seat today, we’re all safe.

And that’s it, my camera froze after that.

Next time I do this, it will be summer, I swear.

… if you were at work and were just about to leave some documents on someone’s desk and asked:

Me: Hey Blarghk, these forms come to you right?
Blarghk: Hrumph! Don’t ask me. Talk to the Lead, she’ll know what to do with them.
Me: (in my head: “don’t speak. don’t speak. don’t speak,”)
Me: (speaking anyway) WWWWell, thanks, you’ve been immensely helpful (then walking away to find The Lead).
Blarghk: If you need my help, you’re going to have to be more polite with me, buddy.
Me: (turning around to face him) I wasn’t asking for your help, I don’t need your help, I was merely confirming a fact before putting your work on your desk. And don’t “buddy” me, that’s the last thing I am.
Blargh: (looking up, opening his mouth to say something)
Me: Don’t even bother, we’ve already had our last conversation.

He turned to his computer without saying anything, with a crooked-smile.

Shortly after, I was called in to help in another department for the rest of the day, so I locked my computer screen and went on my way. When I returned at 5pm, he was still at his desk, logging off, which was strange since he finishes at 4:30 and is normally pushing the “down” button at the elevator a nano-second after his shift is over.

I walked to my desk, unlocked my screen, and found this gem in my inbox, sent at 4:58pm:
(excuse his grammar and typos as he’s not really all there…)

Michel,
Today you put a business question to me where I refered you to the Lead for answer.
I did it in a straightforward way.
You commented that I was no help, which triggerd my need to explain to you my reason.
I stated that if you expect my cooperation I expect you to be polite to me in the future.
You not only did not chose to show a better side but your response was in fact provocing.
Please do not approach me untill you decide to be more friendly towards me.
Sincerely,
Blarghk P.

So I marched in my Supervisor’s office, put my hands on my hips and repeatedly tapped my right foot… she howled in laughter when she looked up… At least I’m glad they think he’s the joke and I’m not the bad guy here, but c’mon… what is it going to take to get this guy checked up for mental illness, he’s becoming a bit threatening and makes it totally uncomfortable to be around. I’m almost at the point that what happened in Missouri yesterday is weighing on my mind… And by the way, yep, same guy, same idiot, same ass-wipe as a few weeks ago. Just another email to add to my wall!

I’m tempted to dribble sugary liquids over the letters T, R, S and E on his keyboard after he leaves one day, or loosen-up / disconnect some hard to access wire to his computer, or fart on his chair, or glue one of the wheels from his chair, or throw-out his notebook, or take away his pen… but I won’t do that, I’m no longer living in High School.