Six Weird Things about Me

I’m a gun loving pacifist.
Really, I’m not a pacifist. But I truly hate the idea of war. I also realize that sometimes it just can’t be avoided. That being said I have discovered that I like shooting. Thus far I suck at the real thing (Too much flinch) But I like it. Oh yes I do!

@@#&Q%*&!
I swear like a truck diver, But I really hate the word “cunt”. Particularly if a man says it. I find it supremely offensive that a part of the female anatomy is being used as an offensive swear-word. It’s like the part of a female that makes her most…female is inherently evil, dirty, or (insert insult of your choice here). And have you ever noticed, no one ever spits out the word “Cock” as an insult.

A Bear? In the woods? In Canada?
I love back-woods camping, but I have a serious fear of bears.
Go figure.

Death is interesting
Death fascinates me. All my life it has. Even when I was a little kid. My father nicknamed me “Monster” for my morbid fascinations. Every aspect of death, from life after death to decomposition, funeral practises, crime scene investigation, autopsies, embalming. You name it. I want to read about it. When I was a kid I loved Quincy. Its no wonder I love CSI New York, Vegas, and Miami. My two favourite recent reads: “Stiff – The curios lives of human cadavers” and “The Mummy Congress – Science obsession and the everlasting dead”

Liam Neeson = Yummeh
I have a serious Liam Neeson fetish. When I heard that Liam was going to be on stage doing “The Crucible” in New York I dragged my (thankfully understanding) Husband to see him. I have somehow managed to meet the guy twice.
I have no idea why I am so turned on by a mediocre actor who (rather accurately) describes himself as “Pleasantly Ugly”.

Weird Talent
I have discovered that I can fall asleep standing up.

Yup.

Happened last week at work. Third shift in a row with less than 5 hours sleep, I’m standing in the middle of Caffine-central serving customers and my eyes drifted closed, one knee buckled and I snapped awake. – I was fine for the rest of the day- apparently my “Micro-nap” did the trick.

Better now..*twich twich*

Feeling much more sane right now. Giving my self a metal health day from work was a very good plan.

Thank you to Haggis for taking me out for comfort food and tea for lunch today. Thank you to dear dear friends Timothy and Stephanie for your perfect emails. Thank you to Grace, for being the voice of reason when I was feeling quite unreasonable this morning.

The one good thing about all of this is it has given be a kick in the pants to get back on track sending out resumes and having information interviews.

I have made an appointment to meet with the head of the palliative care center at Mt Sinai Hospital for this Friday.

No Booze. That path will lead to more problems then I already have; and really, I am rather fond of my liver.

I have something that resembles a bike tread-mill at home – it’s a little frame that has a fly wheel on it and allows you to put the back wheel of your bike on it and pedal away like a mad man.

I spent 45 minutes on it this afternoon and if Igal had not been coming home with dinner I would have spent longer. Gym after work tomorrow, Appointment Friday morning.

Bad News = Bad Mood

So I finally got the news. I will not be getting a second interview with Hospice Toronto.

To say that I am disappointed does not even begin to express how I feel. I got good feedback from the interview, but of course not quite good enough.

Do not call me with bullshit platitudes about how this was not “meant to be”, How something “better will come along”, do not remind me how poorly non-profit pays or how sucky non-profit culture is.

Do not tell me about how your cousin Bob has been unemployed for the past two years. I don’t care.

Do not tell me how good I have it, how grateful, I should be, and for the love of the gods, DO NOT SUGGEST I STAY IN RETAIL.

Don’t tell me what a great company Starbucks is to work for, and how much fun making Coffee is.

I don’t want to make coffee. I want to make money or I want to make a difference.

Either will do.

Am I in a bad mood?

Yes.

Normally I really try not to shit down the throats of people who have nothing to do with my bad mood, but I have discovered that no one else seems to do this. Why the fuck should I?

You. Have. Been. Warned.