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:
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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?
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About the woman on the streetcar that you didn’t convey is that there was no warning she was going to volunteer your seat. BAM she was next to us berating you to give it up while people were still filling into the car. If I had seen the old woman, *I* would have given my seat up too but since everyone was still moving into the car, I guess the ugly puss lady just had to speak up.
And the Busdriver will back me up on this one: The elderly/handicapped seat is next to the door, so the driver can keep an eye on you and it offers easier access to the doors, not directly behind, where Sharkboy was.
As for JUMPER, I think the critics might be on some sort of war path for Hayden. They called him wooden (Darth Vader-esque!) but I thought he played a neglected socially rejected kid who finally gets the girl of his dreams quite well. I found it ok. Not super fab, but I’d buy it on DVD.