Sharkboy

WE MADE IT!!!!

It’s finally Saturday morning, the limo was 15 minutes early but we were ready anyway. Apparently a white limo can be upsetting to certain co-travellers, but not for me. I’m just happy it shows up and that it is clean.

The airport is really not that busy this morning, we were checked-in and were processed through customs a mere 15 minutes after the driver dropped us.

Mickeeeeeeyyyyyy! We’re on our waaaaayyyyyy!

And now the 3 hour wait begins:

Last day at the office for 10 days and it was another doozie. I really don’t know what is wrong with people that they think they will get good service when the first thing out of their mouths is an insult… Anyway, goodbye fucktards, I’m outtie. Tomorrow, I’m having dinner with Mickey and his gang. Ah!

But tonight, I’ve definitely deserved this:

The better reason for this beer is more as a nod to my father who’s birthday would’ve been today, he’s still very much in our thoughts… so much so that I credit him for giving the Canadian dollar such a good ride this week… It locked in at $0.92 at the end of the day against the American dollar, not bad since it was at $0.77 a few weeks back. Good timing too as we’re just about to go spend a fuckload of cash down there.

A beer in your honour dad.

Here I am waiting for the mail… Nothing yet…

I’m waiting to hear about this job I went for a couple weeks ago, apparently the decisions were made and letters were sent, but still, nothing yet… Typical.

Mr. Postman? Where are you?

Thing is I’ve unofficially heard already, we all have, but for some weird reason we can’t discuss any of it until the official offers from HR are received at home… Good lord, aren’t there easier way to do this??? Yes, tell me, announce it in the office, print the freaking letter on your printer and let me sign it. There, I’ve corrected another wrong in 5 seconds.

Speaking of work and wrong, I had another doozie of a day, culminating with this gorgeous ugliness:

Me: Hi there, how can I help you
Her: Huh… Can you turn your microphone off?
Me: I’m sorry?
Her: I don’t want everone to hear what I have to say
Me: (eye glazing, not saying a word, not moving a muscle)
Her: (insisting with her raise of the eyebrows)
Me: Well, if I turn the microphone off, you’ll have to shout your question at me and even more people will hear. (Gleefully noticing that everyone is now paying attention to us)
Her: I need to pay these (showing a couple of tickets)
Me: Absolutely, easy-peasy

I really need this vacation. I’m so tired of whiny people, that’s all there is this week, I guess the rain from the last few days is bringing out the worst in people’s mood, but c’mon, if you’re in this office, it’s really your fault in the first place, deal with it.

Just a little bit more of maintenance before the trip, today was my scheduled cleaning at the dentist. I like to go early before work as to not miss out on “all the fun” in my office. Usually my appointments are at 7:30 and then I have enough time for the 30 minutes walk to work… but for some reason, some other idiots are starting to like the 7:30 slot and I was forced to take the 7am one… humpppffff.

On my last visit, I was reminded that the next appointment was at 7am and to not be late because if I am late, they won’t be able to take me as they cannot afford the domino effect that it would cause for the rest of the day… I get it, don’t be late… So this morning I left home at 6:20 and walked briskly to the the dentist office, I know it’s usually a half hour walk, but to not be late, I stepped on it a little more. I got there at 6:45 and to my surprise, the elevator didn’t go anywhere. I asked the security guard if he could let me up but he insisted that the elevators would start at 7am only unless I have a keypass… humpfffff. So I waited until 7am…

I finally got up, it was 7:01 on my trusted iPhone when I got to the 19th floor and the dentist office door was locked… humpffff. I knocked and knocked again… nothing. Finally, the receptionist comes in, it’s 7:05, she let’s me in and jokes that she’s going to shoot the hygienist that is in but didn’t unlock the door for her appointment. Great, not only is she going to be mad at the receptionist, but she’ll take it out on her first client of the day… humpfffff.

At 7:10, I’m still sitting in the waiting room…. huh, domino effect anyone? I can hear them all talking… ah, fuck it, I don’t care, I’m still going to be done before all the bozos coming in after me…

humpffff!

At 7:16, she finally comes to greet me and take me in her torture room. She’s all smiles and niceness but doesn’t apologize. I’m debating if I should bring up that she made such a big deal about me being on time but then I looked at her and she’s fat, she’s suffered enough, she doesn’t need my acid tongue.

She compliments me on my gums (huh.. thanks I guess) when she’s done and tells me that I should really book the next 2 appointments right away because they book up so quickly these days… and this is what happened:

Me: We’ve done that last time, I booked the May and September appointments
Her: I know, but we should book December right away, it books really fast
Me: Ok, let’s do January instead not December
Her: I have January 12 at 7am
Me: Not that I have a problem with 7am, I’m an early riser, but since I got here before 7am this morning, I couldn’t come up, then I was worried about being late since you told me to make sure I was on time, then I had to wait at the door because no one was here before 7:05 and then I ended up waiting until after 7:15, so let’s do 7:30 instead.
Her: We don’t do 7:30 that day, I have 7:45 only.
Me: 7:45 is a bit late for me since I start at 8:30 and don’t want to be late, what do you have for 7:30?
Her: Nothing until Feb
Me: Ok, let’s book the 7:45 then
Her: That’s not available
Me: But you just told me about 4 seconds ago, it’s already gone?
Her: (silence) (keyboard typing) Oh, on January 12 it’s good, you want to book that one?
Me: Yes please, I don’t want to wait until February
Her: No, better book January right now, it will go away very quickly
Me: Apparently
Her: You know, you should count yourself lucky to have a job. There’s a lot of people without jobs right now
Me: Well, that works both ways, those with jobs come to the dentist more often (insert sounds of dust balls rolling over the dentist office)

After all this, she left to go get the dentist for him to check everything, I snucked out my phone and took a picture since I was noway going to ask her to take it… but I’m glad I got my dig in anyway. I chose the orange toothbrush, it’s DR’s favourite colour.

Torture chair

“RELAX NAILS!”
That’s what I’ve been saying all morning as it is the name of the place DR took me for my very first pedicure:

And it won’t be the last either.

What a great reason to not go to work and what a nice treat to give your feet… I believe all my toes and my 2 heels have thanked me. And now it’s my turn to say Thank You to DR for the pedi and all the gifties too, and for taking me to lunch as well…

After 5 weeks of eating better, meaning no bad snacks like chips, chocolate, processed sugars, I’ve finally lost the 15lbs I had set to lose before our vacation… What better way to celabrate than with this:

Sweetness! Yummmmmmm!

It’s weird, I thought I’d miss ice cream a lot more than this… Let’s hope the same thing happens when I try chips again.

Well, we were luckier today with Don Jail… by luckier I mean we did managed to do the tour, but we had to wait a whopping 5 hours for the privilege… 5 hours in the sun… with no cash on us at all to buy water, or ice cream which I would have gladly broke my diet for or even hot-dog… But 5 hours in line with normal people is actually doable, it was good practice for Disney for sure. Well, I should mention that one couple tried to cut in front of us after the 2.5 hour mark and I quickly made them move… they didn’t go that far, they stood behind us, but at least they weren’t in front of me.

Regardless of the amazingly long wait, the tour was worth it… very scary to see how small the regular cells were: 44 inches wide only and as it got more and more crowded, they were sometimes 3 to a cell… blargh.

Huge line up this morning, this was 30 minutes into it

View from the rotunda

Jail Bird (Death row cells, much larger than the regular ones)

Prison guard in the 1960′s outfit

This weekend in our city, it’s Doors Open Toronto, an event where the public can visit buildings of interests and have access at places we don’t really have to on a regular basis. It’s a very popular event, so this morning after the gym, we made our way to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, the CBC to take advantage of the tours offered there. The first tour was for TV studios and we not only got to see the set for The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos, but we also got to play him:

How perfect that at the moment the guide took our picture, Kylie Minogue was being shown on the monitor.

After other tours at the CBC, we headed to Osgoode Hall where The Court of Appeal for Ontario, the Superior Court Of Justice and the Law Society of Upper Canada currently reside. Gorgeous building and the library was definitely most impressive:

One side of the library

DR and I playing law

After that we tried to make our way to the Don Jail but unfortunately got there too late as there was a 3.5 hour wait and they weren’t letting anyone else in to visit…

We might try again tomorrow as this is the last time this building will look like a jail, they will be renovating it so they can integrate it with the hospital next door.

I’m not sure why but today was extra whiny in my office. Near the end of the day, when I was at my most fragile, some imbecile with 25 thousand questions blubbered out the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard there… He asked me if we kept our appointments the same way doctors keep theirs… Without moving one muscle in my face, I took a full breath looking him straight in his stupid eyes and said I didn’t understand his question. He then said that when he goes to the doctor they make him wait. Was it going to be the same thing with us or are we going to be more accurate with our appointments? Again with the same no muscle moving way and taking one full breath in, I told him that 20 cases would be scheduled for the same time and that yes, he might have to wait and just like the doctor’s office if he left without being seen he would feel repercussions. I then explained that leaving the doctor’s office without waiting he might get sicker, but leaving the court without waiting his turn he might lose his driving privileges for some time and have to pay an hefty fee to reinstate his driver’s licence as well as extra dollars added to his fine for not showing up at said appointment as he’d be found guilty in his absence. He took the forms and sat down waiting his turn at the counter to book his appointment.

Seriously people, it’s the court of law, not daycare…

All this to say, I was really hungry when I got home and as a treat, DR and I went to Ginger to order a delicious Hot and Sour Chicken soup… my stomach is so happy.

Waiting in anticipation

Tonight, if time permits, we will dive into this Disney Animated Classic:

I’ve actually never seen this film at all. I really don’t know what to expect.