i am now tracking expenses. for myself, and as part of my job.  with my savings, i will save the planet.

and buy new shiny things.

please enjoy the pictures in my flickr stream. some were taken with my new telephoto lense.

my wrist is too crapped out to capitalize. again. must slow down the downtime knitting.

i’m watching hockey right now. while i knit. how canadian! my wrists are too sore to use the shift key to make capital letters. boo for you, interwebs.

it’s official. i am changing gigs. same employer, hopefully *crosses fingers* fewer whiners. also, this is a trial period for me. a foray into accounting for a bit. if i love it, for life… if not, straight back to human resources at a more people friendly, less financially driven place of employment. i am so politically correct when writing about work online. come see mee after a beer.

watching peasant-vision quality hockey is confusing. sometimes i can see up to 3 pucks on the ice. not cool.

in celebration of earth day, i haven’t used my regular laptop all week. just the eeepc. it uses like, no electricity. to counter effect all the energy savings, i have the tv on for once. i’ll turn it off as soon as a canucky team is out of the play offs. it’s captivating.

so is the bachelor. i love that show. how could anyone not love it? it’s the perfect combination of gossip, lust, staged conversations, awkward team dating, and household personality conflicts (also staged). it’s empty and pointless. what’s not to like?

Hello Internets,

I have been on journeys afar. I have seen much and heard much.

Last Thursday we had massive amounts of snow. But only within city limits. I had a flight to catch and instead of taking me 11 minutes to get to work in the morning, it took a bazillion. I was a good hour late getting to work, trying to finish up some very important things in time to hail a cab and get to the airport. We passed no less than 2 city buses, 3 mustangs, 3 cabs, and several cube vans in the ditch on the way to the airport. Each one encouraging me to believe I would survive the trip in the cab - if only the driver would hang up his damn cell phone. When finally in the air, it was clear that the snow had not bothered to fall just a few kilometers north of the airport, which was good - a lot of my colleagues were driving and I wanted to see them at our meetings in one piece.

A recently fired/forced to quit before his time work-friend of mine took me out for dinner. It’s always nice to get to meet up with someone you speak with (or spoke as the case is with us) all the time, but only see once a year. He’s a great sorta fellow who is in much greener pastures now, I’m sure.

Without revealing too much about who I work for or what I do, I want to describe my Thursday evening meeting. First, I will say there was much denim. Denim of all kinds. There were denim pants, with denim shirts, with denim jackets. All on the same person x 160. I have never seen so much denim-on-denim. When they say blue-collar, they’re referring to denim. It was a tribute to Levi Strauss. Anyway, I’m in the kind of position where people don’t come up to me to tell me what a great, wonderful, awesome job I’m doing. They call me up to tell me how much they hate this, or got screwed over by that, or feel like the company cheated them out of something. So, people would walk up to me, sometimes in groups, sometimes in groups of people all with the same first name. They would introduce themselves with a smile, shake my hand, act very friendly… and then they would start yelling or ranting about something. It was awful. It went on forever (4 hours). Some of them also made some very interesting, and very valid points and even suggested new ideas…. as if bureaucracy doesn’t exist and they are the only employee in the entire company. At least it was open bar.

The next morning, I weasled breakfast and a ride to the airport out of some colleagues who were driving back to town. I caught my flight and got to sit face-to-face with Jane Goodall. Which was fantastic and distressing. Do I tell her I’ve read all of her books (maybe) and that when I applied to transfer universities they accidentally registered me to graduate with a degree in primatology, and even took a few of the courses in my anthropological-type degree? No. I just ogle. Luckily only for 45 minutes.

Straight from the airport I had to go to another work type function. A party. A party with another open bar. I hadn’t planned to stay long, but something like 22 drinks later I was still there having a really good time. Not acting inappropriate, but definitely having drunk beyond my capacity to censor myself. Realizing that and not wanting to act too ridiculous, I went home. And vomitted.

Yesterday, was a bit of a date day. We drove to Turner Valley and ate at Route 40. The food was delicious, the space was bright and sunny, the service was cordial. On our way back to the city we drove through Black Diamond and also stopped at some rock in a field. It was a big rock. Is it the infamous Big Rock? I don’t know. It was definitely a large chunk of quartz.

Later I bought another book. I feel like a retard walking into a bookstore and buying the book right inside the door. But, I did. Reading has got to be better than watching television, so that’s my excuse. I finished Friday Night Knitting Club last week. I liked it, mostly. Insert spoiler here: I guess I’m just pissed off that the main character dies of cancer. I’m not a big fan of cancer->death lately. I would have preferred a cancer-victory knitalong or something happily-ever-after.

Now I have Late Nights on the Air which I’ve heard nothing but good things about and is on the Walrus Reads list. I hope I like it.

Today I’m torn between spending the day at home, maybe going out to pick up a latte and walk around…. or going to the mall and doing a wardrobe/make-up upgrade. I’m not really feeling it, but I think I’d have fun IF I got off my ass and just did it.

Or maybe I just need a day at home, alone, on the couch.