New Pics
I guess I should explain the new pictures that are up on the right there. My mom and her fiancee/boyfriend Murray were in BC for 2 weeks. I think they left yesterday. Anyway, they bought a place in Keremeos, so they were there to get as much work done as they could on the new place in preparation for their move next year. They want to get out here really badly, but they just aren't ready yet, and for that matter, neither is the place. It was a perfect mess inside when we went in there for the first time. There was tons of stuff left behind, and it really looked like the people who lived there before hadn't moved out. There was a total of four bicycles left behind, 2 of which are in good condition, so mom and I are taking those. There was also some paintings and pictures, and even a photo album with a bunch of old pictures in it from the 30s and 40s, some wedding shots, and even a confirmation booklet! We saved that stuff, as the owner's name was everywhere on it, so we are hoping to track him down to give it back.
As for everything else, my 3 days off were a nightmare. Normally I would have relaxed, hit up the gym, cleaned the place, did laundry, all that. Instead, I took my car in to get the signals fixed (for the 3rd time) and when they told me to come and get it, I came, but the damn thing wouldn't start. AND, they went over my budget that I told them was limited at $250. I can't even make another down payment type thing on it, because I don't have any money left in my account. I even had to take the gas money my mom gave me and use it for groceries, because I didn't have enough. My own sister pays more rent than I do, has a shittier car, one extra non full time job, and she could afford the gas in her own car. I make almost $40,000 a year and I couldn't fucking fill my tank. This is getting ridiculous. Seriously.
Anyway, it was nice seeing mom and Murray again, and I can't wait until they move out here. I truly hope the business they want to start goes really well for them, because it's time for someone in this family to be successful for once.
I'm just hoping that I get my car back by Friday, because the last thing I want is to be without it for a long time again. I just can't do it all over again. Christ.
"I was a tongue. For years!"
Had an absolutely AMAZING time tonight. I normally wouldn't write this late, especially since I had one of the worst insomniac episodes I've ever had last week, so bad that I actually missed 1.5 days of work, and had to go to the god damned forsaken from-hell medi clinic to get sleeping pills, and my doctor told me that part of good 'sleep hygiene' is that you go to bed at the same time every night, no smoking, no coffee, no life basically, but I know I'll look at this page over and over again in the next couple of days, promising myself I'll update it with the happenings of the weekend and will never get around to it.
SO.
Brooke's dear friend Beaner and her sister flew to Kelowna today on a whim for a holiday. We met them at their hotel at around 6, went for a few drinks at the bar across the street, walked down to another bar near their hotel, and met up with some friends of theirs. I met 3 of the most amazing people tonight. One was a Aussie with a very feminine name (can't remember what it was), another was a really nice woman whose name I don't think I EVER knew, and the other was a man named Trevor.
They were fantastic, hilarious, keeping us entertained and laughing for most of the time we were at the pub. Then, Trevor, the insurance company owner, bought ALL our drinks (EVERY SINGLE ONE, a fact I didn't learn until they moved on to the next bar, and I went to pay my bill, only to find there WAS no bill). I asked him what he did for a living, and he started off by saying that he was a tongue, for years. He started at this company 20 years ago as a mail person, so all he did was lick and seal envelopes for mailing later on, and stayed with the company for so long he eventually bought the damn thing.
The sister went home early because she has to work at 8:30 this morning, but the rest of us moved onto a bar I'd never been to before. This is the ONLY remaining bar in this town I haven't visited yet, and now I have. We drank, drank, danced, drank more, laughed, watched these AWESOME break dancers strutt their stuff on the floor, laughed, drank, flirted, danced, and drank. We had an absolute BLAST. They were here on business from Alberta, and staying in the same hotel as my sister's friends, so they all went home together too. The two boys have to work in Calgary tomorrow (I think) so they only came out for tonight.
We weren't even supposed to head out tonight, but the girls got into town a good 5 hours earlier than they had expected to, so we figured why not.
They left at about 1am or so, or at least I think they did. Trevor had WAY too much to drink and wasn't feeling to well. Beaner came to remind me that I was/am coming with them again tomorrow/tonight, and the Australian with the feminine name came, grabbed my face, kissed my cheek and told me I was darling, and then turned around and ran off.
The remaining girls, with whom I had original plans for the night, closed down the bar. In fact, I just got home about 25 minutes ago.
There's many more memories I want to share along with a SHITLOAD of pictures, none of which I took (I really need a point and shoot, dammit), but I'm tired and I have a long day ahead of me again tomorrow. The landlord is coming hopefully to drop off my new vaccuum, I have to finish cleaning my place, do the grocery shopping, and then it's back out to the bar again.
Sunday brings my mom and her husband to view the new place they just bought near Keremeos. Should be fun being outside in the rain when hungover. Harsh.
News
This week has been a rough one. I got 5 fillings and lost 3 teeth in less then an hour. I thought that having 3 days off after this would be enough time to recouperate, and boy was I wrong. I have a huge bruise on my left cheek, and incredibly sore cheek muscle, and more medication (all of which upsets my stomach) that I can shake a stick at.
At work today, I had fun, except trying to eat when you can't really eat isn't that fun, and I found out through an incredibly lame email that I did not get the supervisor position. There are better ways of letting people know, and wth, why did the one person who said she'd never want the job, apply, and then accept it??? Either way, I'm glad one specific person didn't get it, and I'm sure there are good things in the future for us.
My travel agent is not working with me here. She's telling me the one resort 5 of my friends have booked 2 weeks at isn't showing up for her, ANYWHERE. It's also turned out to be $600 more expensive for me than everyone else, because I'm going alone. On top of this, the payments for my car, and the payments on the repairs for my car, is breaking my bank. I should have bought a $200 bicycle and said to hell with the rest. But, avoiding fights and keeping my sanity is more important, so fine, I'll lie in the bed I made for myself.
Work still isn't any fun, but more positions are coming up every day, which always mean more money, so I'll definitely be applying for them all.
In other news, there is no other news, except I wish I had known what my cell plan would be like when each bill came in, because then I would have chosen a better plan. Ahh well.
Hopefully things will get better soon!
Men!
I'm not sure what it is about men lately, but they have been acting stranger and stranger for no reason at all. I got my hairs cut, and now every male around me has lost his mind. But it's not just me who's driving them crazy.
Here's an example:
3 weeks ago, some guys who are from a random province here in good ole' Canada were sent here to help us with our workload. 2 nights ago was their last night in town. I was invited, along with quite a few others, to come to their hotel, sit in the bar, and say goodbye. So I went, had a few, and after much coercing, got my friend to come as well. Her and I ended up shutting the place down with the 2 men. The one, who was from a province that has such a strong accent it's immediately recognizable upon hearing one speak, got far more drunk than his friend. He got worse and worse as the night went on, and his attention became more and more focused on my friend as well. He even went PAST the slurring point, but that's okay, because his attention wasn't focused on me. Anyway, we went for breakfast with these guys. It was a great time, I really got along well with the other guy, so well in fact that I thought if he wasn't already married with 3 kids, the way my night ended would have been a lot different than the way it did.
I digress. This other guy wouldn't leave my poor friend alone, he was constantly touching her, trying to kiss her, flirting with her, hanging all over her, and on and on and on. After breakfast was done we walked back to our cars and got ready to leave. I said goodbye to both of them and got into my car, ready to go. Sadly, the guy wouldn't leave my friend alone again, so I ended up sitting in my car, waiting for him to go home. The friend that was nice, and not nearly that drunk, went up to his room, and said 'if you are having problems getting him to leave you alone, please let me know, and I'll come down and get him'. I ended up texting this guy after 30 minutes of us trying to leave to ask him to please come down and get his friend. So finally, after about another 20 minutes, we finally left. What a night.
So, last night, I'm sitting in my living room, watching a random movie, rejoicing that my hangover was finally gone, and guess what? I get this phone call from a different girl at work saying hey, we know you said you were going to come tonight, so we're wondering what time you're coming? I had completely forgotten all about the emails that were sent on my last day off. So, I put my contacts in, grabbed some perfume, and took off.
I got there, and all was calm and fun. I had forgotten how fun those people can be, it's been a long time since I even worked with them, especially with the launch of our current new department. Anyway, then 2 more people showed up that I didn't expect. One of them I haven't seen in a while, and I thought nothing of it, because he is moving very far north of where we are now. His wife has been in the new house for about a month now, getting the kids unpacked and getting everything set up, while he continued to stay here and train for the new position he just recently got.
And oddly, he was ALL OVER ME. He wouldn't stop touching me, arms and hands everywhere, making little jokes with big sexual connotations, flirting, a lot of the same stuff I'd seen the night before. It was insane, and it got even stranger. At one point he had moved to the other side of the table and was standing there talking with a friend who had my camera in her hands. He said something to her, and they both pointedly looked at me. I saw her say "No, I'm not going to do that!" and he said something along the lines of, "Just get the camera out, I'm gonna go do it!"
He then went directly to me and sat down in the chair next to mine. I can't for the life of me remember what he said, but the next thing I knew, he was kissing me full on the mouth. Well, this freaked me right out, as I wasn't sure where he was going with that or why. She didn't end up getting the shot, because the lens cap was still on the camera, and she didn't get to open it up fast enough. This is probably a good thing. We went for a smoke shortly after that, and he apologized and said he didn't mean to freak me out, which was fine, but still, it was very strange. He kept making all these comments like how I should get really drunk, because then I could 'be taken advantage of' amoungst many other small comments. Our groups split up so we could take off from that bar and check out the newly renovated peeler bar, down the street. I never saw him again for the rest of the night. I walked back to my car, and drove home, all the while punshing myself for drinking a second night in a row.
I'm not sure what it is about this and last month, but some VERY strange happenings have been occurring. I think maybe I will end up taking a step back and thinking on this stuff again later, but since I've told the story now, there's nothing else to say.
