COLD... SO VERY COLD. AND EARLY!

Everywhere. Except places in the South Pacific. Or Southern Atlantic. Or Indian Oceans. But not too far South, 'cause it gets cold down there too.

Holy Crap what was up with the CRAZY ass wind storm Saturday night? And oh, by the way? Totally didn't know that it was daylight savings time on Sunday, until I called my mother en route to work where she asked me what I was doing up so early going to work so early. I was all like what are you talking about? And then she informed me that it wasn't at all 9:30 but 8:30am. I, as you can PROBABLY imagine, was not totally impressed. In fact? I was so unimpressed I called The Audiophile to wake him up so he could suffer too. Now that is very un-Zen-Yoga-Friendly of me. But he got it. He understood that a text message wouldn't convey the utter FRUSTRATION I was suffering from. Thank goodness he's so nice.

Speaking of nice, I'd like to extend a HUGE thank you to the highly self absorbed people I had the pleasure of dealing with today. I'd like to thank you for showing me the ideal way NOT to treat other people. I would like to know where you get your attitudes from, because even though you may be of money? Your attitudes are cheap and tawdry.

Blogging Under Duress...

Or as my friend who is making me do this he says blogging under durex. AHARHAR.

It's even funnier.


Oh now he says he's going to give me my own privacy. I hate his keyboard. Here's a taste of me writing without editing:

So, I am offof work now for the nect 3 days two days and I ahave already received 3 phone callsfrom wrok, and I am waiting for my friend from northvancouver tocome nby and...


See? This keyboard sucks.

Anyways. I was told I don't blog enough anymore, and so here I am with filler content that really doesn't mean anything.

But that is okay. Because when does anything I say REALLY mean anything? Seriously. Think about it. Does what we say really matter? Especially to other people?

Hmmm...

And He Came Down From The North...

Mr. Fort St. John is coming to town! I am so fucking happy! The Awkwerd 'Bot will be united again! YAY!


I have much joy in my tired l'il bones.

And oh, how tired these bones are. Dudes, did you know that mercury is in retrograde AGAIN? God dammit, so all y'all and your computers and your communications and all that shizz is all going to go haywire. Watch out and BE PATIENT!

Oooh. I am feeling un writing like so I am going to post a song or two.


In The Reins: Calexico/Iron & Wine - He Lay In The Reins

One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests
Where he lays in the reins
For all of the speed and the strength he gave

One more kiss tonight from some tall stable girl
She’s like grace from the earth
When you’re all tuckered out and tame

One more tired thing the gray moon on the rise
When your want from the day
Makes you to curse in your sleep at night

One more gift to bring we may well find you laid
Like your steed in his reins
Tangled too tight and too long to fight


Speaking In Tongues: Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh


Oh, there is so many others...

A Summing Up through Song.

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin in the world

There's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house

Tom Waits: Mule Variations. Come on up to the House.

And?

So? Did you think about it? That time you thought you were right but found out that you were only lying to yourself AND that you were the only one who didn't realize that you were, INDEED lying to yourself?

It's also called burying issues?

Or rather, not dealing with issues and trying to bury them but with no avail because you used glass rocks and so only you were convinced but everyone else around you was like 'Um....'?

Sigh.

I get to go do a communication/breaking boundaries/living to my fullest potential forum in 2 weeks. A whole 38 - 45 hours of self exploration and a willingness to deal with inner demons.

It looks like the forum's already started here inside my head.

Of course? It's scary, but such a load off. I actually can admit it and nothing happens. I don't die, I don't combust, I don't stop moving or existing, nothing climbs out of nowhere and attacks me, nothing. Just a compassion and a love and want for me to succeed and be happy.


Thank god for good people.

Still Alive...

Just working lots, and whoa? Some serious introspection. I may get into it, I may not.

One thing though?

Think about a time when you thought you were adamantly right, and then realized that the whole time you've just been lying to yourself and you are the only one who didn't know that you were lying.

Confessions of a Drunkard?

Oh boy. You know you're exhausted when you drink half a beer and you are fairly zonked. Prolly has to do with the not eating all day, and working a 12 hour day sans break. Don't get me wrong. I would have gone on one if I knew what time it was? But by the time I knew what time it was, I was already having to close the store. Sweet holy Jesus.

I've been officially managing my store now for 2 days? And I rule. Yup. I do. And so do the folks who work for me. I have to say, they are awesome fantastic folk.

I ALSO realized? That I am totally always at work. Today the Audiophile was like:

WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR SCHEDULE AND WHEN DO I GET TO SEE YOU NEXT? I'M TURNING DOWN OFFERS TO HANG OUT BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU ARE FREE. WHEN ARE YOU FREE?

I was like:

Aw. I feel special. I am off these two days. Lets get together tomorrow too.

In fact? These 2 days will be my first 2 full days off in a row where I will not be working on ANYTHING since I've started. I have told the world that I am not available for any work what-so-ever on either of these 2 days. No bookkeeping. No classes. No tied to the phone for work. Nothing. Sweet hot action (literally?).

So Saturday, I am going to see Plastic Nation World Body Works the Tenth or whatever the fuck that shit is called, at Telus Science Sphere World Consumer Whore Building. Thingy. Thing.

Sweet.

And Seinfeld is the Greatest show. I swear.

Oh. And I get to watch Exorcist The Beginning tomorrow night. Fun.

I'll be sure to post about that experience.

Hey DC, remember when you and Ted and I watched the Exorcist together in your basement? That was sweet fun.

Blah, Blah, Therapy, blah Blah BLAH!

So dudes out there, just wanted you to know that on Wednesday I did part of my masters for Reiki. What an amazing experience. Holy Doodle. Or better yet? Whoa fuckin' eh.

So, I have one more step to go and I can teach. It'll be a while before I do that, I want to play with the energies for a bit before I move on. My mom picked me up an entry level massage table, so I think I am going to start giving treatments. A nice little way to make a bit of extra income, I think. Plus BONUS when you give a person a Reiki treatment you end up inadvertently giving yourself a mini one.

One of the women I work with, she'll be taking her level three with the same teacher I have, and because of all the changes in the store she wasn't sure if she would be able to get a day off where she could take the course. I was able to swing it, and she gave me a bag of crystals as a gift, in a Ganesh bag. I thought that was pretty cool. I mean first off she was appreciative of being allowed to get the time off, and second she was SO happy I was the manager of the store. Talk about being made to feel good. I don't think I've ever experienced that at any other job.

But OMG I have the PLEASURE of dealing with some of the most weird people. I love the assumptions that because I work in a fairly high end neighbourhood, that I can afford to shop and eat out in said high end neighbourhood. HARHAR. Actually it's pretty funny to deal with. You just smile as they go on about places you've never heard before, or you have and in the past made comments like "When I win the lottery? I am so shopping, eating or what have you - there." Sadly, I can't really get into details about it, partly out of respect for those who come into the store, and secondly out of respect of the place that I work for. Respect for me? What is that (actually I have an immense amount of self respect. I rule.)

But totally unrelated to the work or the people who visit. Bus driver of the 99 that I took at 4:45pm today? You? Are a terrible driver. I think when your whole bus yells WHOA and what the Fuck and Holy Fuck and shit ass Fucker (alright, maybe THOSE ones were said by me) and tumble down the aisle as you screech to a halt on a dime at a already very stale yellow light is an indication that um you drive WAY too fast (Or? You suck at driving). Oh. Right. You stopped only because there was a cop in the oncoming traffic. Right. So, running the yellow/red light, and risk getting a ticket (is that even possible?), or going from 60 to 0 in 3 seconds and in 10 feet and being responsible for the carnage of people flying down the middle of the bus.

I loved it when about 1/3 of the people fled the bus at the next stop after that. I think the best line was:

Guy 1: Holy shit this guy sucks!

Guy 2: Yeah. Totally. He's going to kill someone.

Guy 1: Dude, did you see when he flew through that marked crosswalk? And the people had to stop in the intersection?

Guy 2: Yeah. I think I am getting off at the next stop, he's freaking me out. I'm gonna catch the next one.

Funny? The dude got off the bus. He was serious, yo.

OH! I get to see Yo La Tengo tomorrow night! Whoo!

Have a great weekend y'all.

11 bottles...

Currently I have 11 bottles of essential oils on my mantle. No, I don't use the fireplace so it isn't a hot place, in fact it's probably the safest place for my EO's right now.

So. Today was my first day as a manager. I got to work a 1/2 hour early, and left 3 hours after my shift. I spent the majority of that time CLEANING. My god, the back room of this place is an EFFING tip.

But. BUT. I got to see Bob Dylan last night. Honestly, it was an amazing show. I kept saying to the Audiophile "Holy Shit. That's Bob Dylan! I am watching Bob Dylan! Dude! Bob Dylan just put on a hat! Bob Dylan is the shit!" etc. etc.

And he played that song I posted a while ago. Damn fine song. And absolutely brilliantly done last night if you ask me.

My dad came by my store today to drop something off and to do one thing and one thing only. Take a picture of me on my first day as manager.

Now that? Is pretty awesome. Made me smile for the rest of the day.

Now. I am tired? Finishing a beer and heading off to bed.

Maybe one day I'll actually get to write more regularly...

MPHRFKR...

My mouph is full of pophaphoes.

*chew*

*swallow*

Ah, sorry 'bout that. Where was I? Oh.

MOTHER...

Without getting into too many deets, I am a little amused by someone's HUGE issues, and LOVE how they try to undermine me in front of people in attempts to deal with their issues.

I think it is FREAKING hysterical because this person thinks that they are being so sly and sneaky with their actions, and yet sadly they are mistaken. It is about as obvious as white after labour day.

But I tell you this. I am a nice person. I am a kind person. But I do not take lightly a person who tries to systematically undermine me or any part of my personality, ESPECIALLY in front of other people. I don't give a shit if this person has issues. Great. I get it. We all do. But I do give a shit if this person continues to think that their behaviour is tolerable. It is not.

It is not funny and it is not appropriate. And if I could? I would seriously put this person in their place. But see, this is where I come out on top. I can look at this person, and realize that obviously there is insecurity in how they feel about themselves and that will be theirs to sort out, not mine. And because I can look at this and yes be irritated, I won't lose sleep over it because I know that I FUCKING ROCK ASS.

And so on that note:

Whoo! I fucking rock ass!

GAH.

Vietnamese food and Kronenbourg 1664 taste REALLY good together. Really good.

What a long day. Moving furniture, moving products, moving STUFF. And I get to do it all over again. But, HELLO. It's my store! I get to make my store look how I'd like it to be! With help of course. Of COURSE. Good lord.

I get to do it again tomorrow! YAY! But this time I should be able to get off before 6:15pm. Oh, I started at 8:30 this morning. Eh, it's worth it. You should see it. My store is beautiful.

Ugh. So tired. Beer taste good. Food taste good. Mmm. Good.

Ooh! Bob Dylan!

OH. MY. GOD. (and a meme)

I love Bob Dylan.

I think he is tremendously amazing.

I think he is awesome.

He is coming to town.

And I am going to see him.

Live.

Thanks to my mom thinking I kick ass and therefore diserve to go see Mr. Bob Dylan (and with the Audiophile!).

Oh. Hell. Yeah.

Excuse me while I strip down to my skivvies and do the hoola dance.

Oh, and I got my salary offer today for me taking over the management position, and I am happy to say that I am not going to be poor anymore. It basically equates to the last job, and so?

Oh. Hell. Yeah.

Not poor anymore, and Bob Dylan? Hello!

*hoola*

MEME!

Stolen from The Teacher. The first 5 people that respond to this post, I will make a piece of art for you, about you, based on my perception of you etc. And like the Teach, I can't guarantee a quality product, or even accuracy but I'll do my best. And as with all memes, if you respond, you in turn must post this meme on your journal as well. AHA!

Let the games begin.

Oh. And if you fail to comply? Well. Lets just not do that, okay?

*hoola*

Two Hundred and One...

Happy 201st post!

Good god. I am EXHAUSTED. So much to learn in such a little amount of time. My management position is ocurring under a little bit of duress. The current manager is moving to the new store opening up and so, I am filling her position. Here's the crunch.

I've got 1.5 weeks left to learn everything about managing a store I am just learning how to function as a normal sales folk. Can you say *intense*? But I tell you, even though I am totally exhausted out of my melon, I am really enjoying it. Mostly. There are definitely some folks who come in who aren't so very erm... zen. But whatever. I can't let myself get hung up on it. Besides, who can get hung up when they smell like soap?

Popular scent has it at: Lavender.

Music to therap-ize by?

The Cure: Mixed Up