Life needs change.

CHANGE #20060614

wow. i'm SO annoyed. the chiro writes me this dumbshit note telling me that it's the last time he can work with his daughter before she goes away to university blah blah blah. and how it'll be more productive with her here. so i'm NOT productive right? and we need an extra body to be MORE productive. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. i'm sitting here writing a blog entry in my gmail account so i can save the draft. yes yes, very productive. i REALLY wish i'll get me a new job ASAP so i can just leave this clinic. you wanna work with your daughter? fine. she can take over for me here. whatever! IT'S CALLED NEPOTISM DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!?!? and the other receptionist leaves ME a note telling me there's a voicemail for ME on the phone and HE checks it. granted it's for the clinic, but i'm almost tempted to leave the clinic # as a contact # for when i look for jobs so people will call me here. fuckers. i hate when he undermines me like that and does some things. dude. who cares, it's not your job, that's why you hired me in the 1st place. 'did you blah blah blah...' yes, i'm looking into it right now. 'well how 'bout...' shut the fuck up! and stop wasting fucking post-its to write notes. there's a freakin' notebook for that! i like the patients, but they're not really the ones i'm working for :*( and i think it's kinda retarded that i work alternate days. i mean yeah, the scheduling is great, but if i have to deal with orders, invoices etc. and i leave a message for the other receptionist... something always goes wrong. no consistency. then again, it's not my office so i don't care. HA!

 in other sad news. 'mr. dressup' is going to be cancelled in september. it's just not 'cool' enough to kids. yeah, i know it was re-runs since ernie coombs passed away, but still.... not like i ever have time to watch the telly anyway...

 in some other sad news. ken thomson has passed away. no, i never met him, nor would our social circles ever would have touched. but he was a great patron of the arts who's done a lot for the AGO. he's the one whose ivory sculptures were stolen a few years back and were returned by the thief's lawyer some time later. anyhow, at least he wasn't one to seek the limelight or publicity by saying, 'look what i can do with all my money!' i'm sure there will be a ripple effect in the canadian art scene.

 yet some other sad news. i have a cold. the 2nd one in almost 3 months. i haven't had as much fun as i did friday night in a very long time. and i think my body said 'fuck you' and decided to rebel against me for that. the clubnite went really well metinks. (thank you to those who showed up - i love you all!) i tink we made about 2 grand which is what we hoped for. i was kinda worried because when i got there it was kinda empty and i apologized to lee and julian... but then things picked up. and julian and lee might get a regular gig on sunday nights there... so it worked out nicely. had more to drink then usual... but me, katy and clara JUST ate before getting there. mmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmargaritas! (the resto, not the drink) so yummy! victoria at anna sui did my eye make up and it was SO awesome. it almost seemed like such a shame when i took it off when i got home. anyhow, my hubby was able to make it out and he was already tanked. SO SO entertaining. he did so many dares because the theme of the night was 'i dare you.' plus he made my tequila shot bearable;p. for some reason though, there were people smoking up in the club and i think that's what tore my throat apart by the end of the night. i sounded like SUCH a slut cuz my voice was all husky and my eye make up was getting smudged. i got a ride home from soft and tender bless his heart.

 the woman across the street was watering her plants in the middle of the afternoon. lady, it was purty hot outside, don't you know it's useless to water your lawn/plants in the middle of a hot summer's day?

 i hate this job. i really do. if i could find a job that i love, getting up at 4:30 am would be so much more worth it. and then i don't have to harbour such bitter, almost racist thoughts as i sit with all the early morning turds on the bus. jeezy peezy. if you sit on the 2-seaters on the older buses and there's nobody else to help you weigh down the seat... it's bouncier than being on a school bus! your thighs and ass jiggle like how our cheeks used to on school buses. funny how things change as you get older. i have an offer to be REAL full-time at another chiro clinic. the one i used to go. hmm... i dunno. what think yous? cuz i really think i should start focussing on what i actually went to school for. damn, what a dilemma. but some input would be muchly appreciated. PLEASE?!

 ok ok ok. some happy news. I'M GOING TO MONTREAL FOR JAZZ FEST! o wait, did i already mention that? anyhow, i'm going with sue et al. WHEEEEEEEEEEE! shopping! more tank tops!

 yes lee. i acknowledge that i have a potty mouth and no i do not speak to my parents or anyone else like this unless i'm angry.

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