And I said I would update this blog every Sunday.
So here it is:
I'm tired, and I find the fact that winter is coming very discouraging.
I will try to write something a bit more upbeat sometime this week.
In other news... I find I am not terribly unique:
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
mysteries
One has to wonder what was going through his parent's minds when they looked at their brand new baby boy and chose a name for him.
"Why, he looks just like a ritual form of Japanese suicide," his mother must have thought as she admired his little fingers and toes.
Why else would she have named her son Harry Carey?
No lie. I lived next door to the man for several months. He gave me a freezer full of moose meat and a fair amount of smoked salmon as well.
This is only one of life's many imponderables that I've been contemplating lately.
I've always had the bad habit of reading the last few pages of my book first. I like to know how things are going to turn out before I start to read. No reason to get attached to a character if they're just going to die or skip out halfway through the action.
I call it a 'bad habit' because that's what other people tell me it is. But secretly, I've always kind of wished I could read ahead in life, too. People always tell me that my way of reading spoils the surprise. I always say that a well written book will delight you no matter how many times you read it or how well you know the plot.
But life is not a book plot. It doesn't have a nicely crafted story arc, and as much as I would like to I can't read ahead.
--I have interviewed people who claim to be able to. But then, if you've read my other blog entries you may remember that one of those people thought I was Australian.
So what is next? That's as much of a mystery as what Harry Carey's mother was thinking, I'm afraid.
"Why, he looks just like a ritual form of Japanese suicide," his mother must have thought as she admired his little fingers and toes.
Why else would she have named her son Harry Carey?
No lie. I lived next door to the man for several months. He gave me a freezer full of moose meat and a fair amount of smoked salmon as well.
This is only one of life's many imponderables that I've been contemplating lately.
I've always had the bad habit of reading the last few pages of my book first. I like to know how things are going to turn out before I start to read. No reason to get attached to a character if they're just going to die or skip out halfway through the action.
I call it a 'bad habit' because that's what other people tell me it is. But secretly, I've always kind of wished I could read ahead in life, too. People always tell me that my way of reading spoils the surprise. I always say that a well written book will delight you no matter how many times you read it or how well you know the plot.
But life is not a book plot. It doesn't have a nicely crafted story arc, and as much as I would like to I can't read ahead.
--I have interviewed people who claim to be able to. But then, if you've read my other blog entries you may remember that one of those people thought I was Australian.
So what is next? That's as much of a mystery as what Harry Carey's mother was thinking, I'm afraid.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
back to school
Training at a call centre has proven to be amazingly like going back to school... and I don't mean high school or college. No, training is remarkably similar to my memories of elementary school. We do lots of group projects and make colourful posters with smelly markers.
We also play role playing games.
Which leads me to the subject matter of this blog.
Today, in class, we were learning about asking the client questions in order to determine what their problem is. In order to demonstrate, our instructor announced that she was going to be a patient, and one of my classmates would be a doctor.
My classmate, Jose, was the doctor.
"Hello," he said to my instructor. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, I have a rash," she said.
"How long have you had it?" he asked.
"About a week."
"And have you showered in that time?" he asked.
"Um... Yes."
"And do you have a boyfriend?"
Following the extremely enlightening role playing demo, Jose told us a story about how some cream the doctor gave him for a rash caused him to develop a continuous tent problem.
After that, we learned how to read a customer's bill.
We also play role playing games.
Which leads me to the subject matter of this blog.
Today, in class, we were learning about asking the client questions in order to determine what their problem is. In order to demonstrate, our instructor announced that she was going to be a patient, and one of my classmates would be a doctor.
My classmate, Jose, was the doctor.
"Hello," he said to my instructor. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, I have a rash," she said.
"How long have you had it?" he asked.
"About a week."
"And have you showered in that time?" he asked.
"Um... Yes."
"And do you have a boyfriend?"
Following the extremely enlightening role playing demo, Jose told us a story about how some cream the doctor gave him for a rash caused him to develop a continuous tent problem.
After that, we learned how to read a customer's bill.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A new beginning
The other day I was mowing the lawn when a neighbour from down the street walked by. He paused, and I stopped the mower so that we could have a chat.
Having dispensed with the questions of where I had been for the past year, he complimented me on my new hairdo.
"I did it for the Relay for Life," I informed him.
"Oh," he said. "I thought it was an indication of a lifestyle choice. I love Ellen, you know."
Yes, that's right. I'm back in home sweet home, aka Riverview.
A week after my last post, I was in Digby, Nova Scotia, visiting with Mom and watching fireworks explode over another harbour.
I've taken a job at Rogers for the time-being. The pay is good, as are the benefits. The staff discounts aren't anything to sneeze at either.
In other news, I got an email from the fine gentleman who is currently possession of my second suitcase (I had to leave it in BC due to new Air Canada regulations). He informed me that he had attempted to send said suitcase home to me, but that when he got to the Greyhound station it was closed.
"Why does everything shut down at 5 in this bloody town?" he emailed me. "I even drove out to the dump, only to be greeted by a locked gate."
I am going to give Mr. Q the benefit of the doubt and assume that that final line had nothing to do with my suitcase.
Now I needs must go. I'm waitressing at my home away from home, the Silvery Moon, tonight.
*Also, please note: I will be updating my blog every Sunday for the forseeable future, barring natural disasters and acts of God.*
Having dispensed with the questions of where I had been for the past year, he complimented me on my new hairdo.
"I did it for the Relay for Life," I informed him.
"Oh," he said. "I thought it was an indication of a lifestyle choice. I love Ellen, you know."
Yes, that's right. I'm back in home sweet home, aka Riverview.
A week after my last post, I was in Digby, Nova Scotia, visiting with Mom and watching fireworks explode over another harbour.
I've taken a job at Rogers for the time-being. The pay is good, as are the benefits. The staff discounts aren't anything to sneeze at either.
In other news, I got an email from the fine gentleman who is currently possession of my second suitcase (I had to leave it in BC due to new Air Canada regulations). He informed me that he had attempted to send said suitcase home to me, but that when he got to the Greyhound station it was closed.
"Why does everything shut down at 5 in this bloody town?" he emailed me. "I even drove out to the dump, only to be greeted by a locked gate."
I am going to give Mr. Q the benefit of the doubt and assume that that final line had nothing to do with my suitcase.
Now I needs must go. I'm waitressing at my home away from home, the Silvery Moon, tonight.
*Also, please note: I will be updating my blog every Sunday for the forseeable future, barring natural disasters and acts of God.*
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Welcome to the neighbourhood!
Watched the fireworks from the balcony of a friend of Kim's. Fireworks, you say? And yet no major holiday in sight, you say? I'm in Vancouver now, I say.
Today was a pretty lazy day. Having said that, it was still a lazy day in which things were accomplished. I'm moving into my new place tomorrow, having found it this morning. Now, to find a job.
Kim had a few friends over for supper tonight. Her friend Aaron brought me a black and white photo of a couch in the back alley, on which he had written 'Welcome to the Nighbourhood.' Aaron is leaving the neighbourhood himself, at least temporarily. He jets off to India to do some filming next week.
Kim took me out to Granville Island yesterday. It was pouring rain, but we had a good time checking out the various art studios and the market.
I'm looking forward to exploring the city more in the coming days.
Today was a pretty lazy day. Having said that, it was still a lazy day in which things were accomplished. I'm moving into my new place tomorrow, having found it this morning. Now, to find a job.
Kim had a few friends over for supper tonight. Her friend Aaron brought me a black and white photo of a couch in the back alley, on which he had written 'Welcome to the Nighbourhood.' Aaron is leaving the neighbourhood himself, at least temporarily. He jets off to India to do some filming next week.
Kim took me out to Granville Island yesterday. It was pouring rain, but we had a good time checking out the various art studios and the market.
I'm looking forward to exploring the city more in the coming days.
Friday, July 25, 2008
big city lights
I remember very little from my last visit to Vancouver, except that Mom wouldn't let me let go of her hand.
Today, though, I'm sitting in the grass in my Cousin Kim's back yard in East Vancouver. A extremly ancient and mangy looking cat keeps trying to climb into my lap, and Mom is nowhere in sight.
Shannon asked me yesterday if my blog had been disconnected for some reason... A not so subtle hint that I should update it, I suspect. And Quinn pointed out to me a while back that now that I no longer work for The Interior News I can go back to writing whatever I want in my blog, without censoring it for work/community consumption.
So, yes. I'm back on my blog. And yes, I have left The Interior News and Smithers.
Where to next? That's what I'm in Vancouver deciding right now. I'm contemplating staying here for a while. I have family here, and friends. Plus, I found a job posting yesterday for a circus performer, which seems like it would be a nice change of pace.
Right now I'm just enjoying the fact that it's July, the sun is out, and I don't have to wear a jacket. In fact, I'm getting a tan.
Today, though, I'm sitting in the grass in my Cousin Kim's back yard in East Vancouver. A extremly ancient and mangy looking cat keeps trying to climb into my lap, and Mom is nowhere in sight.
Shannon asked me yesterday if my blog had been disconnected for some reason... A not so subtle hint that I should update it, I suspect. And Quinn pointed out to me a while back that now that I no longer work for The Interior News I can go back to writing whatever I want in my blog, without censoring it for work/community consumption.
So, yes. I'm back on my blog. And yes, I have left The Interior News and Smithers.
Where to next? That's what I'm in Vancouver deciding right now. I'm contemplating staying here for a while. I have family here, and friends. Plus, I found a job posting yesterday for a circus performer, which seems like it would be a nice change of pace.
Right now I'm just enjoying the fact that it's July, the sun is out, and I don't have to wear a jacket. In fact, I'm getting a tan.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
My 100th post!
Carebears are not the same bears they were in my youth, and My Little Ponies now have magnets in their heels. ...I'm not sure I like this new world order.
Sorry it's been so long since I last posted.
Sorry it's been so long since I last posted.
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