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[Aug. 23rd, 2004|04:38 pm] |
6 days.
6 days.
six
goddamn
days.
I am incredibly calm.
Well....unless you count the dreams where my teeth fall out and I bloodily try to gum sharp crackers for sustinance. Unless you count how jumpy I am. I am easily startled. My stomach goes sour and I can't eat.
I set the date of the goodbye party before I booked the truck. That was dumb. Now we're moving the morning after the party*. I still need to set up the phone. I need to get my computer fixed. I miss miss miss having internet access anytime I want it. I need to finish packing. I need to figure out how the hell I'm going to be able to afford all the expenses that are coming up in the next little while.
I just want a holiday. I want to be unemployed for two whole weeks. I want to rest and nest and unpack and relax and just not be stressed and working.
Every night at work I have a moment when I freeze and think "What the fuck am I doing here? I'm MOVING in 10/9/8/7/6 days!!"
Some goodbyes are more difficult then others. Some hugs and kisses hurt. Sometimes the smell of someone makes your eyes well up and your stomach weak. Sometimes things just don't work out.
I'm saying goodbye to my restaurant. I feel sad when I lock up at night and I'm scrubbing the equipment with extra affection. I'm going to be giving my key back soon. This is hard.
*Saturday August 28th at the stone. I'm guessing 8 or 9ish. Come say goodbye. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2004|07:15 pm] |
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To cap off our insane weekend of coincidences and one-in-a-millions ......
We just rented an apartment that I looked at almost three years ago when we were all jumping ship from the money-pit on nairn. We're going to be living on Lappin Avenue!! The kitchen is ginormous, the whole apartment is clean and well-kept, there are a few design elements that I don't particularly like but the benefits of a huge kitchen, gas stove, mad amounts of storage, huge backyard and front porch far outweigh any complaints about the colour of the tile in the kitchen.
I can't describe how much of a weight has been lifted. I know where I'm going to be living in -eek- 2 and a half weeks. The apartment is not currently in use so we can start moving stuff in early. So we'll move a couple days before the end of the month and not have to worry about truck rentals and stuff that are so much harder to arrange on the first of the month. Did I mention that it's cheap, too? Heat and Hydro are included in the rent. Those are beautiful words.
Happy happy happy.
BTW - Pantsy and I are throwing ourselves a goodbye party at the Oldestone on Saturday, August 28th. Spread the word to anyone who might want to pop by and say hi and bye because I really don't think we're going to have a lot of time for fun in the next little while.
Now comes packing.
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[Aug. 14th, 2004|05:38 pm] |
It's been a long long time since I've been to a party like that.
Thanks peetah. That was a blast. My brain hurts but I guess that's good?
A gazillion apartments later, I still have nowhere to live. We're seeing one more place today which, i hope, is The One. The One apartment that doesn't smell, isn't tiny, has a decentish location and whose landlord doesn't pull me aside to make sure that I do have cats because of the *ahem* problem with *ahem* rodents.
One more place. I hope it's good.
He's a chef, I'm a cook. We sleep at home and spend days off on the couch. Bedrooms are for beds and not a whole lot else so the description of this place seems to fit:
"Irregular bedrooms but a huge, beautiful kitchen with *swoon* a gas stove"
Dufferin and Bloor(?)
I can't remember.
We might have to come back on monday to see more places.
That was a really fun party. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2004|07:15 pm] |
This is really funny.
I live in a small town. This is why:
I am at my mother's house. Her next door neighbour's daughter is getting married. The daughter is my ex-landlord. The daughter is also friends with my cousin and his wife. So they're at the wedding.
A little while ago I heard people downstairs and went to find my boss in my mother's backyard, drinking my stepfather's beer. Of course! My cousin and his wife got me the job I have now because they are good friends with my boss.
My aunt is working at the wedding. The wedding of my ex-landlord, which is attended by my cousin, his wife and my boss.
Funny.
I have a really bad burn on my arm and it rests on the edge of the desk as I type. I think I'm done typing.
I'm going to go home now. Goodbye internet! I miss you! |
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[Aug. 7th, 2004|04:18 pm] |
Nope.
Not dead yet.
I can't believe how much is going on right now, and how much of it just plain sucks.
3 1/2 weeks until the big move. I am not longer taking 2 weeks off at the end of August to pack and organize. Now i'm working right up to the end. Today is my first day off in 2 weeks. Tomorrow I am catering a 100 person event. Gunther will be out of town. This is big.
I'm not thinking about it, though. I'm not thinking about a lot of things. In my mind, time stops on August 31st. Every day I have a to-do list and I just think about that. If I think about work I want to cry. If I think about my personal life I want to cry. If I think about finding a job and a place to live I want to vomit with terror.
got to have a j-o-b if you want to be.with.me.
I just watched "Delirious" and "Raw". They make me happy.
The new girl is insanely adorable and sweet. Her first name was "Tak, the hideous new girl" but Tak doesn't seem to suit. I was thinking of calling her "Veranda" because she looks like a smaller version of Porchcat, "squeee" because she says it a lot, or "Isma" because someday I was a Labrador to call "Kronk".
Is it sad that my cats make me so happy? Am I going to be a Cat Lady?
Maybe.
I had a dream the other night that I woke up really really happy. My girls were curled up together and lying on my legs. I was glowing - my girls were happy and cuddly and together. Then I realised that they weren't breathing. They were dead because I had let a snake into my bed and it had killed them.
I need a massage.
I'm officially an apprentice now. I have a beautiful resume and invaluable contacts and references. I have been saving money and been good about it, but I'm still terrified that I'm going to be short. Today I'm applying for a credit card. Just in case. I'm coming to toronto on the 13th and 14th to find and rent an apartment. Everything's moving really really fast.
This is officially a call for help, now.
I need a place to live for September 1st. My roomate and I and my two cats need 2 bedrooms, near subway, preferrably smoker friendly but not necessarily so. I also need a job.
If anyone has seen signs for places, heard of cooks leaving their jobs, any advice, contacts, anything....Send 'em my way.
thanks.
squeeee! |
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| still alive |
[Jul. 20th, 2004|03:50 pm] |
yep.
I'm still here. Between flooding, personal trauma - both emotional and physical ( I fell down some stairs and had stockpots dropped on my head), and insane work / bullshit I have no time or internet access.
My last day of work is the 15th (19th?) and I move in one month and 11 days.
panic.
I have a new kitty. Pics pending. Name pending also. |
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| Best Movie Ever |
[Jul. 6th, 2004|01:48 am] |
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Dog Soldiers.
There is no Spoon.
Seriously - Watch it. B- Level horror found a new....level ....with this movie.
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[Jul. 1st, 2004|12:21 am] |
My friends page won't load. Every time I try to open it I get an error and "send error report?" thinger.
Help! |
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[Jun. 30th, 2004|02:31 pm] |
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I had taken great strides towards being a fully functional adult.
I bought a vaccuum cleaner. With extended warranty.
When I get paid I put money down on my credit card first.
I work hard, and value good time-management.
Despite all these amazing qualities it would seem that i am still just a sullen, ornery teenager. I rediscovered that last night. I can still be as prickly as all hell, having taken an instant dislike to someone. Well, maybe not instant. I've met him a couple times. I always respond to him the same way and always feel cranky and mean when I have to spend time in his company.
I probably should have stopped calling him "The Ugly One" long before I did. All things considered this guy took my attitude well. I still don't like him and I don't think anything will ever make me stop this behaviour. His stupid smile and irritating attitude just make me want to be as difficult as possible.
So we can all relax. I haven't matured a bit.
And I don't think this is the last time that I will be embarassed by my complete failure to retain anything from highschool geography. |
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[Jun. 19th, 2004|01:33 pm] |
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cottage cottage cottage cottage cottage.
First - dishes and cleaning.
Then cottage cottage cottage.
glee. |
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[Jun. 19th, 2004|01:55 am] |
Today was my day off.
So I worked 13 hours. Ferny threw his back out so after finishing work last night at 11, making that mandatory appearance at ferny's wife's birthday party and continuing my pattern of no-falling-asleep....13 hours on 5 hours of sleep. Today was 10am - 11pm. The night before last? slept 6 hours. The night before? 4 hours.
I'm supposed to go to my cottage tomorrow. Provided that ferny's back is better. If not, I've got another 10 hours tomorrow.
BTW: Happniess = peanut butter bagel + chocolate martini. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2004|01:12 am] |
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
I just gave up beerfest. I scheduled that weekend off work over a month ago.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit dung.
I can't say no, though. Gunther called me and told me that he had a job that he wanted to accept but couldn't because he will be out of town. A party in august, would I take it?
As long as it's not the weekend of the 6th.
It's the 6th.
Shit. I can't.
Let me tell you a bit about this job....
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I'll do it.
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I get a formal backyard party for 70. I get Gunther's car, his food, his name, his cards. He'll fill me in on what needs to be done on saturday morning at 9am. He leaves town at 11. At 3:30 I start work at the restaurant. I work until midnight. At 9am on sunday I show up at Gunther's house (with keys!! when he's not home!!!) and finish the food. 12 - 3 or 4 I cater a party. ON MY OWN.
An amazing opportunity and the coup of my career thus far, and it happens on Beerfest weekend. Maybe I'll make it next year :/
I'm excited. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2004|12:54 am] |
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[Jun. 14th, 2004|02:13 am] |
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It's just after 2am.
I'm doing dishes and drinking rye.
The power went out and I squealed like a woman and grabbed my baseball bat.
I love you, ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20040902011252im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) affliction .
I have to be at work in 7 hours.
something is wrong with me. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2004|01:22 am] |
| How to make a gwen_o_rama |
Ingredients:
5 parts pride
1 part humour
3 parts ego |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of wisdom and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2004|11:31 pm] |
I have an enormous bruise on my knee. I don't know from what.
No, it's not from something dirty that we can all titter about. I think I just whacked in on something. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2004|02:01 pm] |
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That sucks.
Enormous paycheques are good, though.
I really wish I didn't have to work tonight. I'm feeling insanely drained. I start at 3:30 and I'm actually considering grabbing a 20 minute nap instead of having a shower.
Tired girls make no sense. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2004|08:59 pm] |
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Bangs = worst hair decision ever |
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