Diarist decisions

I just made a decision about who to vote for in the Diarist Awards based on my gut.

I feel shame because I actually discarded this site as an option for my vote because they listed a link on their sidebar to a site I have never seen before. Nonetheless, the title seriously offended me. And that's wrong.

I know it, yet today it doesn't matter.

Taking the plunge

Tomorrow I begin training for a very interesting-sounding temp gig.

The money isn't fabulous, but then consider what I've been making since last November. It's enough to cover next month's bills, so I'm grateful. And the temp agency woman is a laugh and a half which is also a nice change. When she read on my resume that I had a pet treat bakery she just about went mental. She took cards and made me promise to send her sample bags that she could spread around the Toronto area! The most exciting news yet: she had a breakfast meeting with another local agency this morning at which time she handed over my resume with a shining verbal recommendation. So basically I'm 50% excited about starting a new adventure and 49% anxious about starting a new adventure. The remaining 1% is busy wondering what's for dinner.

The best part about this job is the fact that I'm always going to be someplace new, which kicks the snot out of my ability to chat, but it's only for three weeks and I'm certain the wonderful people at 3WAction.com can live without my constant inane prattle. I wish I could tell you all about the job but I've signed a confidentiality contract that says the most I can say is that I'm a Research Assistant in the Health Care Field. So, there you go.

Anyway, I'm going to be busy and therefore out of trouble for a bit. Thanks to everyone out there who sent me employment vibes; I'm recycling them for anyone who needs 'em.

Fingers crossed

I've got another job interview at noon today. The interesting thing about it is that I'm far more calm and centered than I was regarding the one last week. That bodes well, don't you think? Honestly, there are some days when being a Pisces is totally worth it.

It's only a two-week gig with three days of orientation preceeding it, but I'm hoping this allows for some networking with the temp agency woman who's been emailing me for the last five days. We seem to get on well; it's a shame her office is located in Toronto. She tells me she 'knows people' in my area so my assignment is now to impress the hell out of her with my many charms and penchant for working my ass off on a project. After I've convinced her I'm The Second Coming, I should come out of this with a job I can live with. One without bitter, treacherous hags and unions that support the incompetent and lazy. One with teamwork and creative people who want to pop out after work and grab a Guinness. Shiny, happy people who want to see me grow and succeed in my career. Wow, just typing that causes a warm glow to spread from the keyboard into my entire body...

Keep your wishers on for me, please.

DO NOT

First off, I'll tell you folks who hardly know me that I do not play well with authority figures, to the point where it's been detrimental to my job/relationships/personal freedom. Don't tell me what to do is all I'm sayin'.

This morning I was happily applying Veet to my legs in preparation for my aqua aerobics class at noon; I was even humming a little tune about being hair-free. Imagine my surprise when I read the tube as the timer was ticking away; "DO NOT sunbathe or swim within 24 hours of applying this product."

Crap.

That begs the question: should I comply with their rather stern warnings or go ahead and take the class anyway? I mean, what's the worst that could happen really? My legs would probably become covered with blisters from the Veet residue mixing with the chlorine. The resulting fluid would eat into my flesh, destroying tissue and nerve endings as it went...finally, they would simply fall off and float around the pool like two rather thick noodles.

Okay, I'll wait until tomorrow.

Happy Non-Special Day to Me

Today is my birthday.

Thirty-eight years ago at 7:28 p.m. I pushed my way into this world with a full head of hair and a set of lungs that would make anyone jealous. Thank all the pestilent gods I am still the proud owner of both.

This year my present to myself is not doing a personal inventory. My life is almost completely circling the drain right now and it would only serve to depress the hell out of me. Instead, I am going to keep taking my aqua aerobics classes working with my free weights. I will also start Cycle Six of my infertility drugs very soon and with any luck my local temp agency will place me in a job where I can dress as I please and wear my iPod all the live-long day.

On Saturday, my immediate family will gather at my parent's house in the country to celebrate the wonderfulness that is Me. We will chat in the livingroom, play some cards in the kitchen and break some organic, seven-grain bread in the diningroom. And oh, what a menu I have planned!

A couple cans of Guinness will grace my place at the table, the entree is Steak Oscar so that I may enjoy one last generous slab of brie before possibly becoming pregnant. Coriander, Lime and Saffron basmati rice and a salad comprised of mesclun mix, dried cranberries, walnuts and raspberry vinaigrette will accompany the meat/cheese/crabfest. Dessert -- a choice of Mochaccino cake or a Mango Charlotte and the remainder of my Sbux Christmas Blend coffee. Mmm-mm-mm-mm-MMM!

The Boy got me Donna Hay's Off the Shelf: Cooking from the Pantry about two hours ago and I'm already one quarter of the way into it. I love the photography and simplicity of the recipes, plus the fact many of them use mint and lime.

A very good friend made sure I woke up to a gift this morning and boy howdy was I thrilled to find an Amazon gift certificate in my Inbox. It certainly didn't linger long there, either; it was used toward the purchase of Angel Season Five within minutes! Thanks, dude. You're a gem.

The one present I would have loved I cannot have: Jared home safe and sound. Next March keep your fingers crossed that I can say I got everything I wanted.

Compulsion

I used to have a 300g bar of this chocolate in the bottom drawer of my living room armoire. I don't anymore. Ask me why.

Because today, while I was simultaneously watching the blizzard outside, listening to Angel Season Two and playing The Queen's Jewels, I ATE THE ENTIRE THING.

I feel sick. In lots of ways.

So how do I combat the sickness? Why, pizza of course.