Moving Sucks the Big One!

Ok so it is the end of the month and finally last night at 10pm I finished the last of the moving tasks that needed to be done. We have been cleaning and emptying that eff'n apartment for a week and a half now. And I am beat! My arms and shoulders are killing me, I need a good kneading to get rid of the knots in my shoulders from the washing of walls and floors. Not to mention the need to get rid of the fume headache from the oven cleaner. Even the fume free shyte has side effects. Oh and some industrial strength pain relievers from the fighting would be nice too. I really wish that we had a third party there, then the tension wouldn't be so bad. It didn't matter what I did, I just did it wrong it seemed. And anytime I thought I had a better idea it wasn't worth his time. Very annoying. And then he would get pissed because I had volleyball on some nights. But I helped when I was done. It's not like I abandoned him. Plus we were in playoffs so I couldn't just not show. Then last night he had to work late so I went to get some more cleaning supplies and stuff before I got there to finish up and there was just some scuff marks and floor washing to do. Can I just say that Mr Clean Magic Erasers are phucking BRILLIANT! Seriously, I think whoever has the patent on those little things should get a Nobel prize. It's genius! It saved me a good two hours of cleaning. It did everything! So at about 8:20 or so he calls and asks if I am going to be there for another hour or so and if I am then he will come and help, so I said that I would, cause I was hurting and needed the help (but I didn't tell him that last part). So 9:50 rolls around and he still isn't there and I am finishing up taking the majority of the stuff downstairs to my car and comes sauntering up with slurpees in hand. Well I was under the impression that he said he would be there in the hour, coming directly from work which is only a 25 minute (at the maximum) drive away at that time of night. No I think he actually went home and pissed around before he came to the old apartment. I was pretty ticked because I was waiting for him to get there and help and as you are waiting and it's not happening you naturally become more and more perturbed. So he comes upstairs to get the last 4 things in the apartment to put in the cars. He gets the stereo and some other crap, and I asked him where his slurpee was like 3 times and he didn't answer me. I wanted to carry his slurpee down for him so we didn't have to make another useless trip up there to get a friggin slurpee. And he yells at me "I don't know where I put it and I can't carry it my hands are kinda full. I have had a bad day at work and people have treated me like shit all day, I don't need this!" Well fuck you too! I mean really, I wasn't asking him to carry his own slurpee I just wanted to know where it was so I could get it for him and I figured it was an obvious reason as to why I was asking where it was not telling him not to forget it. Grab a brain now. Then he goes to the elevator with his hands full and doesn't even hold it for me, as I was carrying a box with two slurpees in it and the vacuum cleaner. Thanks so much really. And I am sure he'd have an excuse for that too if I bothered to ask, I just couldn't care less to hear it. I didn't want to hear why he was so late either or why he had a shitty day at work. I was too mad to be compassionate or sympathetic. Besides I had a fabulous day at work. It has a small story to go with the big story so bear with me. On Tuesday I took the day off of work to clean my apartment and get things moving. As we were at the old apartment, the phone rang and it was this place I had applied for a position at in the Canad Inns Corporate office. They needed a corporate receptionist. It sounded pretty interesting as I was talking with the lady about the position. She offered me an interview for Thursday which I happily accepted. So I was feeling pretty good ego wise here. I always think I have a shitty resume when it comes to applying for a job but this is twice in two weeks my resume has impressed someone. So a-woohoo for me. The person on the phone asked me what my salary expectations would be and asked what I was making currently and I told her and she said well they think they would be offering more than that but she wouldn't elaborate as to how much more. So I finished up at like 4:45pm at the apartment because I still had to go home take another shower and feed the cats before volleyball. So me leaving didn't go over too well. Too bad! I finished volleyball pretty early by like 8:30 so I decided to go back to the apartment and help him finish up. Well he had alot done. He cleaned out the fridge and the rest of the smaller rooms and stuff. I was really glad he got that much done. I think we both work better independently from each other. But when you say you are going to help in a certain time frame BE THERE! So back to work Wednesday, and all was copasetic. Did I mention I hate the new extra 10 minute drive to work now!?!?! Anyways, I was at work drinking my coffee and reading the paper and Peter calls me into his office and has someone covering the front desk. I thought oh crap maybe they found out I put my resume out there. So I am super nervous going into this meeting. Well it couldn't have gone any better because I walked out with substantial raise! I am now making a fifth of my old wage more. WOOHOO!!!!!!!! And I thought that the other job probably wasn't going to give me more than that. And now I don't lose my RRSP's or my 5 years. So cool!! I can't wait for this new amount on my cheques. I so need the extra money! I'm tired of this paycheque to paycheque B.S. I am 30 years old almost I should be able to sock away some cash. So this week has been a downer and an upper overall. I couldn't be happier about the work thing because it wasn't the job I didn't like or the people I worked for, it was the money I wasn't getting for the job I was performing. So there we go, I took a blog that could have been totally miserable and made it end on a optimistic note. Wow that's impressive for me. I must say I am sort of shocked I managed that. Maybe I have a whole new leaf turning thing happening. Oh well we'll see..... Stay tuned!

J-BOMB! OUT!

Over-React Much?

Well, here I am. I know it hasn't been that long since the last entry but I had some interesting turn of events in the last week or so that I thought bore a blog debut. It started sort of while I was in Kenora. We found out that my Uncle Duke was moving from his home of about 20 years in Fernie BC to Fort MacMurray for a job opportunity. And what an opportunity it was. He stands to make a great deal of money in the next 6 years or so and good on him since he's retiring soon. So after my mom was done talking to him she said that maybe I should be looking into moving out there too for some sort of future. I feel bad because I have a future that I haven't told her about so I was stuck just playing along to appease her. Just to avoid a bad confrontation. I sent out 4 resumes to jobs in Fort Mac. Ok fine to make it stop, that what I did. Nothing really wrong with it, it seemed innocent. Well nothing is ever as it seems. I started to think "What if I did go out there? I could make some serious money for a while and then come back and make a comfortable living and maybe have my car paid off and enough for a down payment on a house or something. It wouldn't take that long out there either, 6-10 months tops. But I knew it wasn't a very feasible plan. I made a commitment here and I need to honour that. So fast forward 4 days to Thursday while I am at work. I was reading my email and one of the places that I sent a resume to was responding to my resume. They asked if I was relocating and how fast I could be there for an interview. I was kind of shocked I got a return so fast. Since I never really took it seriously it was kind of a nice ego boost career wise. Anyhow, I was talking to a friend online and I told him about it. He seemed rather supportive in his own way about it. That was nice. (thanks!) But I asked him not to tell the boy about it. I didn't feel it warranted much attention because it was such a far fetched idea anyway. So I go to volleyball that night and have some fun there and have a drink and some pizza - nothing unusual. I was wasting time too because I didn't really want to go home and pack stuff. But I go home anyways. And I get there and the boy is there. Curious. He's sitting on the couch and he's looking pissed (but what else is new), and he says to sit down in this fake ominous tone he likes to use when trying to intimidate. Lovely I thought. So as it turns out, guess who has been reading my email? I guess I have my homepage on his old computer still setup to go directly to my inbox of my email. So he's been reading my email for I don't know how long. So he's totally pissed about this job thing that doesn't really mean anything. He thought I was going to leave him and never come back or something. So he's flipping out and I am trying to explain that it wasn't a serious issue, but he wouldn't believe me. He said I was betraying him by not telling him everything. Yeah well, it wasn't that long he did the same thing to me but it wasn't job related but heart related and with another woman. Then he has the balls to tell me that he is testing his trust in me in so many words. He hacked my email and then has the testes to call me untrustworthy. Well a big FUCK YOU to that. Then it devolved further into me hanging out with the guys from volleyball and what has really been going on. I'm shaking my head in utter disbelief by this point. And getting really insulted by this line of questioning. Apparently I am stupid for thinking that a guy just wants to be my friend and want nothing more then that. I'm not exactly what you would call a man eater. I don't have that type of physicallity at all. I don't even want that kind of attention. So I can't have a life outside of him and I. That really isn't fair. Then he came back with the "How would you feel if the roles were reversed?" And I said I felt horrible when it happened to me but I never escalated a friendship to anything more than friendship like he did. I've played second fiddle in his life for a good 75% of our relationship. I mean I know two wrongs don't make a right but I think it should merit a little understanding and faith. I hate guilt trips. And he's getting better at them by the minute it seems. Here's what's scaring me, this new apartment and living together again that seems to be out of necessity. I have no where to live and he does. That means I owe him. Strike 1. Everything in our old apartment that was mine is getting thrown out. Everything in the new apartment is his. That means he has more rights to the things in that new place. Strike 2. His name is the only name on the lease. That means one big fight and I am out on my ass with no where to go or turn to. Strike 3. You're outta there! It scares the hell out of me. And I don't know if maybe he's got this even more devious side that possibly he's setting me up for. Like pick a retarded fight (like this last one) and boot me out on my ear so I can live in my new car. So yes I am playing my cards close to my chest. It's the only hand I have. It's my only power now. Why is it that I have to be the one who wears my heart on my sleeve all the time. It's kind of nice to see him scared of losing me a bit. Even if it is all in his own head. Does that make me evil? Maybe a little bit, but I have never denied being a bit evil. So it's getting to be like midnite and later and he's still on this crap and I am getting really pissed off now. Then he started to say stuff about certain people in my family and I told him to leave. He didn't. Which leads me to believe 1 of 2 things 1) He just wanted to be mean to me because he felt he had a right to because the fight was my fault according to him or 2) he was blowing off steam and I am his regular whipping post. I don't know which is worse honestly. So I decided to get this to end I would have to admit some sort of responsibility and sure enough as soon as I did the fight was pretty much resolved. As long as I am to blame then it's all better. It was getting on to 1AM at that point and I just want to go to bed. Then the next night we went to the movies and out to dinner after. We went to POTC II and it was awesome! I love that series! Captain Jack Sparrow will never die! We ate at Earl's afterwards and had a nice time. He dropped me off at home and I went to bed. Then the next day we were supposed to be playing in a volleyball tourney but it got cancelled so we just decided to play for shits and giggles on Saturday afternoon. Well I thought we would be done at about 3pm ish but as it turns out a few more people showed up then so we ended up playing until like 6:00 or so and then I got a cramp and we all stopped playing. None of us had eaten so we went up to the deck for food and bevvies and then we dispersed at about 7ish. I get home and I was doing dishes and stuff then I crashed on the couch for about an hour. I got into the bedroom and there was a flashing light on the answering machine....hmmm it wasn't flashing when I got home. I play it and it was the boy, I guess I missed his call and he was mad because I guess we were supposed to be moving stuff that night. I forgot. And I didn't really think that we set anything definite anyways. So back to fighting AGAIN! This is getting really tiresome now. I guess I made him feel bad that afternoon because at some point we misplayed a ball and it went over the side of the rink and he was putting garbage out so I yelled at him to get the ball (not yelled meanly or anything) but when he threw the ball back I guess we were just kind of sitting around making conversation. Then him and Todd started to talk about how busy the vendor was and if the boy had ever seen anyone get into a car accident. Small talk. I was sucking wind so I wasn't really able to do the small talk and then it was time to start again. But apparently that made him feel neglected. I didn't realize. I wasn't purposely not talking to him, I was just tired. That was about a half hour or so before we stopped playing. So he knew I was still there and not at home. But because I said we were only going to play for a little while instead of 5.5 hours I was lying. There is a difference between lying and changing your plans. Ergo I must not be committed to moving in with him. Then it was how he has hardly seen me all week and that last week when I came over to do laundry and watch a movie with him was the most he saw me. Well now he knows how I feel when he screws up my plans to beat his head against a wall at work instead of leaving when he is told. So I cleaned up my closet all Sunday before volleyball and I must have like 6 big ass bags of clothing to take to Sally-Ann. Ridiculous! Then after volleyball I went over to his place unannounced to say hi. I stayed to watch the end of Bad Boys 2. I hate that movie. Evs. That's Australian for "Whatever". I kinda like it better, and it's shorter. Well then Monday we packed some more crap up after he got done work. I cleaned the kitchen cupboards above the stove. They were GROSS! It really sucks because there's no ventilation of any sort in the kitchen like most places have. So it's uber greasy and hard to clean from atop a chair. The bathroom is the same way. That's going to suck too. I hate cleaning. I want to just hire someone to do it. Oh how I wish I had money. Tuesday was volleyball night and we had good games. It was playoffs too so they were important games of a kind. So far we are winning 1.5 matches! Woohoo!!!! Anyhow that was my rant of sorts. Of course you are all getting one side of it and that's too bad because on my blog my side is the one that counts! Ha! Evs! That's it for me kids, hope all is well in your respective worlds.
J-BOMB! OUT!

I Love Volleyball Tourney Weekends!

So I am on my second day back from Kenora and had just an awesome time! I can't remember the last time I had that much fun in Kenora. It started with Friday and I got to town and my mom and I went for lunch and had a good time and then dinner and then all the volleyball peeps finally got down around 10 pmish or so. So I trekked over to the camp site to help (or hinder depends on your POV) set up some tents. Yes erecting tents, there were a few penile jokes to say the least, but all in good tempered fun. We hung out there until about 2 AM had a few beers and shot the shit around the fire. Hadn't done that in like FOREVER! I can't even remember the last time I was even in Anicinabe Park. I was a kid I am pretty sure. When you grow up in Kenora you don't camp there, only outsiders camp there. If you are a true Kenoran, you camp outside of city limits. Anyways I had the butterflies that kept me awake all night so I didn't exactly get a good nite sleep the night before. I couldn't wait to play volleyball the next day. We had a kick ass team! It was Mark, Melissa, Sean, Tall Guy Todd and I on a co-ed 4's team. We couldn't miss! Or so I thought. Our first game was against a White Fish Bay team. I had my whole family there (minus my pa) to watch. My nieces even came out to watch which was fun. They're so cute! Anyhow, we lost our first game because we looked like we were scared of the ball. We were afraid to hit and set and just about anything. So Todd said we need to play more aggressively and he was totally right. Then the next game we won, and we played so much better. So we split that match. I didn't get that at all, a match consisted of 2 games, how do you win the match? Weird. And the tournament wasn't very well organized at all. They didn't even provide us with balls to play with. We used my ball in a few of our games. The weather wasn't cooperating well neither. So the next game we played was about 45 minutes later and one of the guys went back to the campsite to do up the tents and then didn't come back for the game. I thought that was lame honestly. But we won that game pretty easily. My dad came out for that one and so did my girl Brandy! I even knocked a guy down with my serve. Heh! Love that! I got mooned too at the net. That was one hairy ass wowsers! After that game we didn't play again for like an hour and a half so I went back tot he lounge and sat with Brandy and we talked for a while which was nice cause I haven't seen her in ages! She had lunch, but I don't eat when I play ball cause if I dive and land funny after eating then vomitous occurs. That's never a good idea. So back to the courts. We played another tough White Fish Bay team. And we split that one too. But our game play was better. I actually got the boys to the net to let them hit my sets. And Todd had some spectacular blocks on their top guy. He blocked him like 3 times in a row. It was HOT! So we are still winning 4 of 6 games, that put us in a good position. The next team we played was another tough team but I don't think they were from White Fish Bay. And we imploded against them. I don't know what happened there. We had all 5 of us back and we just couldn't gel on anything. The guys were trying to do some fancy stuff and it just wasn't working. Then Sean bailed half way through the game. I don't know why he does that. It's one of two reasons, either he thinks he's the weak link and doesn't want to bring down the team, or he doesn't want to be blamed for the loss. The majority of the points were unforced errors in both games of that match. We got spanked in both matches. We barely made 11 points in each game. I was dumbfounded! So with these two straight losses we needed to win at least one of our next games in order to make the playoffs. But we were going to have to face the toughest Winnipeg team, Confusion, which consists of Lorne, Christian, Scott, Gio and Sarah. They had done really well so far and if they beat us twice they had a bye into the playoffs the next day. Did I mention we are friends with all of these people? And honestly I wouldn't want them to throw a game but they didn't need to play us the way they did. It was a bit demoralizing. And we got massively passive aggressive on the court. And I don't think that helps in my opinion. It shows a lack of passion. We just got madder at ourselves individually and it made it harder to dig out of a hole. And Sean didn't even play at all in this game for whatever reason. And we lost both games so no playoffs the next day. :( It sucked! Then a couple of them said they were just going to go back to the city that night instead of sticking around and supporting the other Winnipeg teams that supported us in the last two matches. That kinda hurt a bit I think more then I would have wanted it to. We all decided to go to Hap's that night and hang out and have a good time. And who I thought was leaving didn't leave so it was really nice to see them stick around. So Lorne found a chick he wanted to hook up with so Todd and I took turns being his wing man. It was funny. I got him a bit further cause I told him to go and dance near where she was and she totally went for it- for a while. It was funny! Poor Lorne, he's still not getting any action in Kenora. I still can't believe he was dancing. I drank entirely too much but wasn't sloppy drunk or anything like that. But it was so hot on the dance floor. It was sweaty out there boy. Melissa had a good time out there. Apparently I was pretty red the whole night cause Jeff kept grabbing my face and asking if I was Asian cause Asians get really red when they drink apparently. It was such a good night. I haven't danced that much in so long. And being one of the oldest chicks there too I think I did alright. I lasted pretty long. I outlasted Tall Guy Todd, he was falling asleep at the table. But we didn't last much longer then that. Lorne (the DD) , Christian, Jeff and I all left right after that. We went back to Lornes cabin to have a beer and then I went home. Lorne and Christian went to the campsite after they dropped me off and partied some more. Christian was PLASTERED! Oh he's a funny drunken Brazilian. The next day we went to cheer on the other Winnipeg teams that made it into the playoffs. Lorne's team and Jeff's team. Jeff's team played first against Special Forces (the team we lost to first) and they lost. Two straight games. Then Lorne's team played Nathan Goss' team next. Nathan was the convener of the tournament. Should he have had a team in it???? I don't think so no. But whatever. They lost to Nathan's team so they had to play Special Forces for 3rd place. They lost the first game. So I said we should move to the side our people were playing on and sit on the rocks, so Todd and I moved over and gave them a pep talk on the way. So we cheered our team on from their side of the court and they won the second game. So it forced a rubber match. And Lorne's team demolished them in the last match. I think it was like 15-8 or something. So one Winnipeg team made a place. Their team won a hundred bucks. Cool. Top prize was $700 and $400 for second. We sat around and watched the final between two Kenora teams, Nathan's team and a young team. Nathan won, of course. It was a good game though. But should the convener win 700 bucks???? It is a nice ethical debate. Then a few of us went to get ice cream at Dairy Queen. Then I went to my mom's and had a nice nap. I was tired. And I hurt a bit. But I had two days to spend with family which was nice. I was supposed to go for lunch with Brandy on Monday but she was busy, so I made plans with my mom and she was busy so she cancelled on me so I went for lunch with my dad. We went to this newish place called My Place in Keewatin. It was really good. Then we were having a steak night at Curts house and he did awesome on the steaks. So good! I haven't had a steak in like FOREVER! Then I headed back to the city on Tuesday and got back in time for volleyball. I had a bad night though. I will go into more detail at a later date though. It's a little complicated right now. Anyhow, that was my weekend! Exciting huh? Well I should get back to work, besides my lunch cover should be coming up here soon.....ah there she is!

J-BOMB! OUT!

WTF?!?!?!?!?!!??

Ok so my day was somewhat on the bizarro side yesterday. And it started pretty much from the get go. I haven't really had good sleep in close to two weeks. It's been restless sleep which sucks so pure adrenaline has been fuelling me. And apparently the tank was so low I should have that annoying "ding" noise going off to warn me about it. So when you are so tired and you can't sleep through it your mind wanders into interesting territory. With the wandering going on I can't seem to shut my thoughts down to clear it out and reboot. So Tuesday at 2:00AM I am just starting to lull into some much needed restless rest, (cause I will take what I can get) my mind finally shut down, and I had the fan going so I am nice and cool and starting to give in to non rem sleep. However, I now have this icky feeling of something moving over my bare arm but with the fan blowing it could have been anything, but wait this movement has a pattern and it seems like it's organized in its procession. Hmm, wipe at my arm and lo and behold, I squash one of the biggest phuckin' spiders I have ever encountered. Now I am one of the most feverish arachnophobias known to man. So needless to say the thought of sleeping (even restlessly) was gone far, far away. Every time my skin twitched I awoke with a jump to get rid of what may or may not have been on my bed. I nearly killed my cats twice. They still won't talk to me I have freaked them out so bad. So I am guessing at about 4-4:30 I drifted off just out sheer exhaustion, and got the dreamless sleep necessary to function. Well I got about a two hour break from reality and then it came storming back like the Bomber defense. I was starting to awake about 15 minutes before my alarm clock went off, which isn't unusual for me, and for some reason my nose is making this weird gurgling type of noise, WTF I think I look at my pillow, and it's covered in blood. Again WTF is going on? It finally dawns on me that I have a nose bleed. Hmm this is a new phenomenon for me I have never had a nose bleed from anything other then a straight punch to the face, and I was young then. So I run to the bathroom to see if someone snuck into my apartment and punched me in the face without me knowing, nope not so much the reason. I also notice that the blood is rather thin so ok stress thinned out my blood and it came gushing out of the first portal it could find, fan-phuckin-tastic. I figure, well I am up I might as well hop in the shower and hope the steam helps the situation. I'm not sure why steam would help but I guess it's the same principle as boiling water when a woman goes into labour in the movies. So throughout the shower the nose is still bleeding and not stopping and it's a fairly gross thing to see when you look down in the shower and it's running red with blood. Prophetic much? But as I spied downwards, I notice something out of place. Hmm WTF is this big mark on the not so publicly displayed area of my upper thigh? So I guess the spider took a chunk out of my leg before I smeared him on my arm. And this is ugly looking. I don't know what the attraction to my legs are but spiders love em cause that's the second bite on my leg that I have gotten. But this bite was just a little too close to home base for me. So yes there was quite a bit of pain once the mark is realized, isn't that funny how that works. I don't feel the pain till I see the pain. I'm a very linear person I guess. So I polysporine'd it and threw a band aid over it hoping that would heal me. Ok so linear and naive. Har har. I phone my boss and explain that I have a bleeding nose that doesn't seem to want to stop, and I might be late. No worries he says so go and clean my nose over and over and over again. Finally about 9 it stops slowing. Praise the nose gods. Alright so I saunter in to work at 9:20ish and everything is hunky dory so far. The morning is going smoothly and then MTS DSL which our work network uses goes down across the city. So angry outlets and customers flood my switchboard and I seem have the only system in Winnipeg that can sell tickets. Lovely, I get to deal with people on today of all days. Perfect. Couldn't be happier (sense the tone). I finally get a lunch break and I am actually hungry and craving a sub from Quiznos across the street. My cover comes up front and I leave to go to get my lunch. Out my front door are two of the cutest guys I have seen in a while from the Moose office below us. So I go by them and head up the 6 stairs to the walk way to go over the street and step one - WHAM I missed it completely and nearly did a header into the stairs. So embarrassed was I Yoda. The guys come over to see if I am ok and I hang my head and say I'm good thanks just clumsy. They go back to the elevator with the "That was a perfect 10 on the slapstick scale" smile on their faces. So off I go again and this time it's incident free up the stairs. I get down to the Quiznos at the MTS Centre, and to my happiness there are two more cute guys in line and they happen to be in cop uniforms. I'm linear, naive and a sucker for the boys in blue. There was one girl ahead of me and she was just finishing up her order and then it was my turn. So I am slyly overlooking the cops that are awaiting their toasty lunches, not obviously or anything. I go to take a step to the counter and this guy walks right in front of me and starts to rattle off his order, and this guy cam out of nowhere, because he wasn't behind me at any time. I said "Excuse me, but..." I didn't really think I needed to finish the line but he didn't give me the chance before he said "They don't serve whores here." I was flat out stunned, like someone punched me in the gut. I could hardly make out the words. "Excuse me?" and he says "You heard what I said." I have lost the ability to talk, and if you know me that is a mind blowing anomaly. My entire vernacular was missing out of my brain. The cops come over and ask me if everything was ok and gave me a look like, do you know him. I still have this deer in the headlights look going on. I kept waiting for the guy to say "Sorry I have Turette's" or something. But that statement never came. And this wasn't some crazy street person either, he was dressed in a thousand dollar suit with a bling watch and expensive cologne. Then he starts to yell at the girl behind the counter to take his order already. The cops go over to him and politely ask him to step aside because I was there first and to wait his turn, he goes Mel Gibson on them saying "What are you the politeness police, go arrest somebody and do your job" All kinds of shyte coming outta this guys mouth now. The cops escorted him out the building, by the scruff of neck. I'm still flabbergasted at this point. I half expected a round of applause to erupt, but not so much. The cops ask again if I am ok and I still can't formulate words except "Pff shh thchser - yeah" Then they walked me back to my office just to be on the safe side. I thought that was above and beyond the call in my opinion. And it's my blog so my opinion is the only one that counts! Now that what I call a WTF kinda day. I've recounted this story to one person who gave it a 7.5/10 on the interesting day scale, but I think he low-balled me. Next time I will add a gun to it and see if that bumps me up to an 8. I told volleyball peeps too and they all had the same "You can't be serious!" look on their faces. I told work people too and I got the same reaction. And I got an offer from someone to become inappropriately violent on my behalf the next time I see this guy. I hope I never see this person again. I really doubt I will, but stranger things have happened in downtown Winnipeg. So I played volleyball last night too which is usually my most interesting part of the day but it was completely usurped by a jerk and a spider. After volleyball we have beers (which is where I recounted my story) and pizza and hang out. On my way home I am noticing that my spider bite area is getting warm and the skin is getting taut. This can't be good. I go home talk to the violence offerer on the phone and get into a heated discussion about other topics and hung up around midnite. I get up to go to bed and hey my leg seriously hurts. Get in my car and go to Grace Hospital next door and they take me in to see a doctor in a reasonable 30 minute wait. I was impressed. And of course the cute ER doctor is on call that night. Great, cute guy doctor gets to looks at my inflamed spider bite on the inner thigh, fun (sense the tone). They drained it, which was pleasant, with the biggest phuckin needle I have ever seen. So if spiders are my number one phobia, needles run a very, very close second. There was nothing soothing about my night at all after I left volleyball. So if there was ever a day where you just wanted to stay in bed and die, that was it for me. All the elements were against me yesterday. I mean I have had worse emotional days (read the archives) but this was the quintessential worst day of days for me when it comes to an overload of Murphy's Law type of luck. I think that's it for me folks. Please if you are reading this do rate this 1-10 on the phucked up day scale.
J-BOMB! OUT!