To The society of Romantics & Mislead Hopefuls,
I met a boy in Miami. Well actually I met two (there were a few more, but T2 and #3 are relevant for this post.) T2, while sweet and fun, didn’t quite click. #3 however was just right. We talked a lot in Miami, which is quite a feat considering all the loud carnival music and sweaty dancing. And he appealed to me.
Back in Toronto, T2, message me daily, and every time I would ask for #3’s info, I was met with silence. But I am great at what I do. So eventually I “sourced” his information and sent him an email.
We quickly met for lunch, at which he discerned that I was not interested in T2. We had a great lunch. But he’s one of the quieter ones. And since then it’s been a text here and there, imploring me to watch Heroes, asking how my day is going etc.
A lot of interest, no concrete action…..
And then this line: I may join you at salsa one day.
Dearest society, does this man think that the word ‘may’ is an appropriate way to convey interest?
I strongly suggest an intervention on your part,
Sincerely,
CP
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
He said to me recently that a woman in his class told him that each day she begins the morning thanking God for her suffering.
Without sadness, joy isn’t as wondrous, without loss, love can be taken for granted, without kindness, injustice would be unbearable.
He’s never said anything more true.
“Thank you God for my suffering”
Without sadness, joy isn’t as wondrous, without loss, love can be taken for granted, without kindness, injustice would be unbearable.
He’s never said anything more true.
“Thank you God for my suffering”
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Trials of Silence
My current work situation sees me working for an EB (evil....you get the picture) for the next four weeks.
It is a struggle to get out of bed every morning, iron clothes, put on make up and come to work. It usually involves my alarm going off at 7 am, and giving myself pep talks till 8 am…..everyday this pep talk is 5 minutes longer….I then sluggishly move around the condo, eventually tumbling in by 9.15 am.
Then there is the EB to deal with. She has taken to acting like nothing is happening. The other day she called a meeting of our team and asked me to continue to perform my role as usual. Of course having not told me that she has formally told the rest of the team that I am leaving, I asked innocently “Oh so everyone knows then?” Pin dropped silence was followed by uncomfortable shifting in their chairs.
Yesterday EB was in a great mood. For my part (call it childish) I have taken to responding to any enquiries with detached indifference (all those teenage years have proven to be useful) with simple yes and no answers. Yesterday EB walks into my office and makes a joke about how she has been receiving so many wacko applicants, it must be a full moon. Since the comment had nothing to do with work and required no intelligent response from me, I let it pass, unacknowledged, without so much as a lift of my head in her direction. The silence was so jarring that EB felt the need to a laugh at her own joke.
Only four more weeks to go…….in which I must not be emotional, suppress all violent urges and resist the compulsion to my pack my stuff and walk away.
Lord help me.
It is a struggle to get out of bed every morning, iron clothes, put on make up and come to work. It usually involves my alarm going off at 7 am, and giving myself pep talks till 8 am…..everyday this pep talk is 5 minutes longer….I then sluggishly move around the condo, eventually tumbling in by 9.15 am.
Then there is the EB to deal with. She has taken to acting like nothing is happening. The other day she called a meeting of our team and asked me to continue to perform my role as usual. Of course having not told me that she has formally told the rest of the team that I am leaving, I asked innocently “Oh so everyone knows then?” Pin dropped silence was followed by uncomfortable shifting in their chairs.
Yesterday EB was in a great mood. For my part (call it childish) I have taken to responding to any enquiries with detached indifference (all those teenage years have proven to be useful) with simple yes and no answers. Yesterday EB walks into my office and makes a joke about how she has been receiving so many wacko applicants, it must be a full moon. Since the comment had nothing to do with work and required no intelligent response from me, I let it pass, unacknowledged, without so much as a lift of my head in her direction. The silence was so jarring that EB felt the need to a laugh at her own joke.
Only four more weeks to go…….in which I must not be emotional, suppress all violent urges and resist the compulsion to my pack my stuff and walk away.
Lord help me.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
MiA
What I forgot to buy on this trip: I love Miami t-shirt
Fetes I attended: Girl Power, Blocko, Deviate, Veil Vibe
Reviews:
Thursday night: Girl Power: So hot sweat ran down my body like I was taking a shower. Had all the ingredients of a great fete: the performances were hot and the bar tenders capable. Saw ma boo Machel up-close and personal; it was so hot he took of his shoes….ewwww!
Friday Night Blocko: Took us 2 hours to find the F&%% fete. The wonder that was our GPS, managed to randomly lead us to four different fetes, none of which was the right one. We then decided to ask for directions first at the Hilton, where no one had ever heard of the damn club, then out of sheer despearation (we were about to kill each other) we started stopping people on the street only to have my sozzled friend V yell at them before they had a chance to respond, to then begging two cab drivers to show us the way, who while amused by our frustrations could not assist, to us finally figuring out what all the numbers and the NE vs. NW meant.
We arrived at the fete at 2.30 am……frustrated, fed up, irritated, only to find ourselves surrounded by a placating amount of rum and cokes and yummy Miami hotties. The overall vibe of the fete was nice, however the guitar accompaniment to the Dj was highly unnecessary
Saturday Night: DV8 & Veil Vibe:
DV8 was the oddest party. Nay it was a boring party. An all inclusive fete, where the food was bland and the party stoosh; great venue for an office cocktail party but odd, for a fete. (I heard the flag fete was off the chains but at a $80 price tag…well…..)
Veil Vibe was a great location. The outdoor area with the pots of tasty pelau and corn soup was beautiful. The indoor action was tantalizing. And the fun of getting 20 drunk people back into the limo, after they keep walking in the wrong direction was side splittingly funny. “Yuh back, yuh arse, who lead this group to the de back, send them to de front,” Sighs, Muttering to himself, “like de blind, leadin de blind……steups”
Miscellaneous mentions: Delray Beach where a friend’s house sat on the ocean was breath taking, South beach with its snazzy bars (dancing on the bar in Mango was so touristy fun!) and beautiful beach. Kendall, where our hotel “indigo” was located, great hotel, fabulous service, better price, but ick, ick, ick at the location.
Mosquitoes: The buggers got me good the last night, they feasted on my poor legs.
Final thoughts: I need to move to MiA.
Fetes I attended: Girl Power, Blocko, Deviate, Veil Vibe
Reviews:
Thursday night: Girl Power: So hot sweat ran down my body like I was taking a shower. Had all the ingredients of a great fete: the performances were hot and the bar tenders capable. Saw ma boo Machel up-close and personal; it was so hot he took of his shoes….ewwww!
Friday Night Blocko: Took us 2 hours to find the F&%% fete. The wonder that was our GPS, managed to randomly lead us to four different fetes, none of which was the right one. We then decided to ask for directions first at the Hilton, where no one had ever heard of the damn club, then out of sheer despearation (we were about to kill each other) we started stopping people on the street only to have my sozzled friend V yell at them before they had a chance to respond, to then begging two cab drivers to show us the way, who while amused by our frustrations could not assist, to us finally figuring out what all the numbers and the NE vs. NW meant.
We arrived at the fete at 2.30 am……frustrated, fed up, irritated, only to find ourselves surrounded by a placating amount of rum and cokes and yummy Miami hotties. The overall vibe of the fete was nice, however the guitar accompaniment to the Dj was highly unnecessary
Saturday Night: DV8 & Veil Vibe:
DV8 was the oddest party. Nay it was a boring party. An all inclusive fete, where the food was bland and the party stoosh; great venue for an office cocktail party but odd, for a fete. (I heard the flag fete was off the chains but at a $80 price tag…well…..)
Veil Vibe was a great location. The outdoor area with the pots of tasty pelau and corn soup was beautiful. The indoor action was tantalizing. And the fun of getting 20 drunk people back into the limo, after they keep walking in the wrong direction was side splittingly funny. “Yuh back, yuh arse, who lead this group to the de back, send them to de front,” Sighs, Muttering to himself, “like de blind, leadin de blind……steups”
Miscellaneous mentions: Delray Beach where a friend’s house sat on the ocean was breath taking, South beach with its snazzy bars (dancing on the bar in Mango was so touristy fun!) and beautiful beach. Kendall, where our hotel “indigo” was located, great hotel, fabulous service, better price, but ick, ick, ick at the location.
Mosquitoes: The buggers got me good the last night, they feasted on my poor legs.
Final thoughts: I need to move to MiA.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tea and An Exit Strategy
My Dearest Society of Evil Bosses,
On Thursday one of your illustrious members invited me for tea. It was 9 am, and I thought nothing unusual about it. Sitting down in a cafeteria full of people, she peered into my face, and told me, over a cup of tea, that she was offering me an exit strategy.
Society surely you can see the folly of firing someone over tea. First off there is the possibility that the person in question could go a little crazy, and perhaps drop the hot tea on said EB’s lap. Or get really angry and ask over and over again how they could do this to someone. Picture bad, bad breakup….
Shocked as I was society, I did not resort to any of the above scenarios. Instead I let your member flee unscathed. And while my first reaction was to crawl under my sheets and lie in bed for the next five months, my sensible side took over and off to Miami I went.
Society, it is true what they say,……….Miami cures everything.
So I bid thee farewell! In a month I will be free of your suffocating grasp.
Oh the joy to come,
CP
On Thursday one of your illustrious members invited me for tea. It was 9 am, and I thought nothing unusual about it. Sitting down in a cafeteria full of people, she peered into my face, and told me, over a cup of tea, that she was offering me an exit strategy.
Society surely you can see the folly of firing someone over tea. First off there is the possibility that the person in question could go a little crazy, and perhaps drop the hot tea on said EB’s lap. Or get really angry and ask over and over again how they could do this to someone. Picture bad, bad breakup….
Shocked as I was society, I did not resort to any of the above scenarios. Instead I let your member flee unscathed. And while my first reaction was to crawl under my sheets and lie in bed for the next five months, my sensible side took over and off to Miami I went.
Society, it is true what they say,……….Miami cures everything.
So I bid thee farewell! In a month I will be free of your suffocating grasp.
Oh the joy to come,
CP
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
To the Society of Evil Bosses:
You out did yourself this time. I mean at first I thought to myself how bad could she be? Sure the reputation that preceded her featured words like “witch with a 'b'” “hot head” “mean” but really she came in such a cute well put together package. How bad could she be?
First let’s address the make up. It seems she is familiar with two distinct styles. 80’s inspired, all over the lid bright colors that perfectly match the dress color that she has on (even if it happens to be orange,) with lips rimmed in dark lip liner, or none at all.
Then there is the hair. I think I have it down to a science now. Curly hair, potential of a good mood, is quite high. Straight hair….here comes the bitch.
Next there is her leadership or lack thereof. I’ve sort of noticed over the years that the best leaders are also great teachers. They share their knowledge with you. They get you passionate about your work. Your society makes leaders to whom such notions are plain ole crazy. Take this morning for instances, when she came in huffing and puffing, demanding to see an offer letter template. She then began to point out the lack of a claw back clause. Something she had never before mentioned. Of course she said it all smug face that clearly established her superior knowledge on the matter. Yet she somehow forgot the team meeting a year ago, where she clearly stated to the team that she was reviewing all the offer letters with the legal department.
To getting our naïve administrative assistant to spy on us and report on our comings and goings.
Last but not least the level of sneakiness is plain ole marvelous. First pretending to offer me a package, and then when I asked for further details, presenting it as my idea, thereby painting a picture of me as an undedicated employee, always creating trouble. To most recently, pretending to care about my career, by offering to help me find a new job (secretly, of course!) and wanting to see my resume.
Bravo, Bravo!
CP
You out did yourself this time. I mean at first I thought to myself how bad could she be? Sure the reputation that preceded her featured words like “witch with a 'b'” “hot head” “mean” but really she came in such a cute well put together package. How bad could she be?
First let’s address the make up. It seems she is familiar with two distinct styles. 80’s inspired, all over the lid bright colors that perfectly match the dress color that she has on (even if it happens to be orange,) with lips rimmed in dark lip liner, or none at all.
Then there is the hair. I think I have it down to a science now. Curly hair, potential of a good mood, is quite high. Straight hair….here comes the bitch.
Next there is her leadership or lack thereof. I’ve sort of noticed over the years that the best leaders are also great teachers. They share their knowledge with you. They get you passionate about your work. Your society makes leaders to whom such notions are plain ole crazy. Take this morning for instances, when she came in huffing and puffing, demanding to see an offer letter template. She then began to point out the lack of a claw back clause. Something she had never before mentioned. Of course she said it all smug face that clearly established her superior knowledge on the matter. Yet she somehow forgot the team meeting a year ago, where she clearly stated to the team that she was reviewing all the offer letters with the legal department.
To getting our naïve administrative assistant to spy on us and report on our comings and goings.
Last but not least the level of sneakiness is plain ole marvelous. First pretending to offer me a package, and then when I asked for further details, presenting it as my idea, thereby painting a picture of me as an undedicated employee, always creating trouble. To most recently, pretending to care about my career, by offering to help me find a new job (secretly, of course!) and wanting to see my resume.
Bravo, Bravo!
CP
Friday, September 25, 2009
Voila!
Our new fall look.
Thanks Bluey, I think I scooped this beautiful picture of Dubai from your blog a few ages ago.
Our new fall look.
Thanks Bluey, I think I scooped this beautiful picture of Dubai from your blog a few ages ago.
You know when you’re caught in a loop?
Like a flaw in the matrix?
And you keep looping back and forth, asking the same inane question, knowing the response, knowing the reason for the response. Yet you keep asking, secretly (not even admitting it to yourself) hoping against hope that the answer will be different.
And it never is?
How do you close the loop? Make a fundamental change without having to be the cold hearted bitch you know the situation calls for, but you just don’t have the gumption or the heart to be?
Like a flaw in the matrix?
And you keep looping back and forth, asking the same inane question, knowing the response, knowing the reason for the response. Yet you keep asking, secretly (not even admitting it to yourself) hoping against hope that the answer will be different.
And it never is?
How do you close the loop? Make a fundamental change without having to be the cold hearted bitch you know the situation calls for, but you just don’t have the gumption or the heart to be?
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