Things One Should Not Eat in Their Cubicle

The government has rules about scents and all things obnoxious in the work place so I was wondering why the private sector does not have the same? We work in cube farms too! I have compiled a list of all things obnoxious that I think should be banned if you work within 20 feet of someone:

- Apples (they are crunchy and loud and none of you can eat them quietly)
- Ice (don't chomp on it with your mouth open and WHY do you put ice in everything??)
- Tuna (it stinks people, THAT is why we have a lunch room)
- Anything that smells like burnt hair or roadkill
- Cheap cologne (I can tell you bought it at Sears, please, just have a shower and stop dousing yourself in that shit, seriously man)

Ode to the Migraine

Fuck You migraines. You are fucking brutal. However I appreciate the auras. If it wasn’t for the space between you and the mind-numbing onset of brutality, I wouldn’t have time to get so doped up that I thought elves were doing my laundry and asking me if I wanted to watch M*A*S*H with them. At least I have time to curl into the fetal position and pray for sweet mercy. So yeah, fuck you migraines.

You call this justice?

Tuan Nguyen laughing after being released?? Unreal. The crazy thing is that the judge gave him a reduced sentence because he "showed remorse". As Attorney General Wally Opal put it "For an offender to be walking out of the courthouse laughing at their sentence, the judge did not do their job and a review needs to be done". I am so glad that Global News got this on tape.

The Michael Levy case has made me so angry. An innocent boy at a party gets attacked from behind by 3 people: one punching him, one hitting his with a glass bottle and one hitting him with an axe in the back...he is now a quadriplegic and for what? To watch these 3 boys basically walk? Something needs to be done about our justice system, this just isn't fair.

Our system is weak

Our legal system got hijacked today and I think that we should let the Government know how we feel. More than 2,000 people showed up at Vancouver International Airport to protest the imminent deportation of Laibar Singh, a paralysed man who the government said entered the country illegally. The protesters surrounded Singh's taxi when it arrived, blocking off the road at the International departure area. Traffic was stalled, leaving passengers having to abandon cars at the entrance to the area. In the end, Border Services basically said 'screw it for now, he can stay and we'll deal with this later'. My question is, who exactly paying for this, my tax dollars?? This man FORGED documents to enter Canada! My compassion ends there.

Yes, Canada is a nation built on immigration; LEGAL immigration: waiting in a queue, filling out the correct forms, wanting to be part of the community. I have no respect for this man and he should have been sent home ages ago. Sorry but not everyone has a right to be here, you have to earn that right.

Raspberry Fatwa

What the hell Starbucks? I am seriously up in arms here. First you take away my beloved apricot raspberry thumbprint scone and now you also take away my backup, the whole wheat raspberry scone?? What is wrong with you people? Have you issued a fatwa against anything with raspberries in it or something??

You Know You’re Married When…

…you can chat about who’s toothbrush head is who’s for 15 minutes before you fall asleep and again for the first 5 minutes as soon as you both wake up. We have a lovely Sonicare toothbrush, which by the way totally kicks ass. Anyhow, the toothbrush heads have the coloured stripes on them so you know which one is yours. When we got these new heads, I chose green because it is my favourite colour and the husband got blue because blue is his favourite colour. Seems easy enough doesn’t it? Turns out the tricky guy has been using my toothbrush for who knows how many months now and we only found out last night this was the case…lots of finger pointing, laughing, etc. was had by all last night.

Our Nest

The man and I ventured into Vancouver real estate just over 2 years ago when we bought a cute little condo in the West End because we loved the location so much. We have now outgrown the place so we had to put our beloved nest up for sale while we were away on holidays (to save us the pain of having to clean like crazy on a daily basis). I am happy to report that the nest was only on the market for 2 days, received 4 offers and we sold for above the list price, WOOT. Gotta love the ‘Couv’s crazy-ass real estate market.

Business on the Islands

The man and I spent just over a week away on a tall ship cruise throughout the Caribbean. Needless to say, it was awesome, relaxing, fun and I can’t wait to go away again! I like to make fun of poor/interesting customer service in the ‘Couv but it took a holiday to remind me that crappy/strange service is everywhere. In Barbados we went to a gas station to buy water and sunscreen. We placed the items on the counter and the whale of a cashier refused to lean forward to grab the items from her sitting position on her stool. She asked us to move the items forward so she could scan them…way to get off your chair you lazyass.

The second example of interesting business practice took place beside the pool. A local strolled over with a bunch of aloe vera and a small machete and proceeded to try and rub my feet with aloe. I told him to stay away from my feet as I am ticklish and did not want aloe so he moved onto my man. He starts rubbing HIS feet with the aloe and when he starts objecting the local says “Don’t worry man; I’m not a gay boy”. Nice, good to know.

Chicago O'Hell

The man and I had to catch a connecting flight in Chicago's O'Hare airport today. We asked the nice lady at the American Airlines help desk where our connecting gate was and she sent us merrily on our way. When we got there it was obvious her directions were wrong. All of the information booths along the way were open with no one in them (verrrry helpful). Basically we spent an hour flat out running through O'Hare lost, trying to find help, asking people who worked there where to go. Finally we found a pilot and asked her and she lead us right to our gate as the last boarding call was announced. Why does the airport hire people to be 'ambassadors' when they obviously cannot find their own ass with their own two hands?