I realise I haven't written in a month but to be fair I've been sick. Yes, I've been sick for the last month. I can't believe that I've become one of THOSE people who seems to be sick all the time. It started with dizziness then about 5 days later my ears started to ache. Convinced it was an ear infection, I went to the doctor that informed me that it was only viral that it could last 2-4 weeks.
After 3.5 weeks of not doing much but watching TV and improving my Tetris skills, I started feeling much better. This was following by 3 consecutive nights of not being to sleep very well which was followed by 2 very busy days and then I ended up being sicker than before. Bleh. I returned to the doctor in which I was informed, it is still only viral and all I can do is rest. Double Bleh.
Don't get me wrong, I love watching TV and I really am a home-body by nature but I'm sick of being stuck in this house. Yesterday I was feeling that best I have in a very long time. I was feeling awfully restless so I decided to go on the treadmill. I don't know what I did to my neck but by afternoon I could barely hold it up. On top of that I've had tension headaches the last two days*.
As far as the immune system goes, it really isn't a surprise how sick I've been considering the amount of black mold I've been exposed to over the last 3 years. I had black mold in my classroom in Calgary after a flood. After I quit that job and as I prepared to move back to Regina to return to university, I discovered black mold under my bathroom sink. Upon returning to Regina, I experienced increasingly worse migraines, fatigue and various other ailments. My doctor and allergist were just convinced that my immune system just need some time to recover until I ended up in the hospital twice.
Blog posts that I've started in the last month but intend to finish someday:
- Crush of the Week: Whedonverse Edition
- Memorable moments of each year of my life
Sorry this wasn't terribly witty or well written. If I want to get back to writing, I figure I just need to start even if it is awkward.
*I have no idea why because the most stressful part of my day is trying to get past level 9 of Tetris. It really is my own fault since I'm not an ambi-turner.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday, January 11, 2008
Just Call Me Student Lady
Hello Blogosphere! I hope you missed me. I really need to be in bed but we have so much to catch up on.
This week was Teacher Lady's triumphant return to university and what a week it was. I'll try to break it down into categories.
The Bus
I decided not to get a university parking pass and opted instead for a student bus pass. It will also save me gas money. I had a transit pass in Calgary that cost me $75/month and I was amazed that a student pass here is only $48/month (there is no such thing as a student pass in Calgary and an adult pass is for anyone over 14). After studying the routes, I figured out that driving 5 minutes and parking my car at a nearby mall would save me about a half hour of travel time. I was pretty used to this concept since I always used to drive my car to a nearby train station in Calgary.
The first day I took the bus was on Tuesday. After classes, I take the bus downtown to work. As of this week I've shifted to part-time hours and Tuesday was my first 1-9 shift. The plan was to catch the 9:15 bus at Victoria Park which is a couple blocks north of work. As I arrived at the bus stop (early) the bus started to pull away. Since I was coming from behind the bus driver didn't see me. The next stop is at Cornwall and because of the one way streets the bus has to go to Broad and loop around to 11th. Cutting through Scarth Street Mall, "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid." I beat the bus there. Actually, I beat the bus there but didn't know it and had to check about 7 other buses to see if they were the right number. I had to double back when my bus arrived. (See illustration below. My path is black, the bus' path is blue). I had two text books in my bag and I was wearing winter boots and the impact on the pavement and the lack of proper footwear bruised the bottoms of my heels.
Excuse the crude path drawing, I'm still learning GIMP
In other news, the route on the way home from the university makes me motion sick. I don't know why but I suspect it is because it winds so much. Today I took Gravol to combat but since I couldn't swallow, it got stuck at the back of my mouth. So gross. Once swallowed, I had a peppermint to get rid of the taste. Bad idea, you should not mix peppermint and Gravol. Peppermint relaxes the esophagus opening* and I think it messed with Gravol working properly. It also made my throat numb. I should have known better.
Classes
This semester is going to kick my butt, as my former roommate used to say. I have five classes (one of which is an honours math class) and two labs, all of which are faculty of science classes. Every week I will have 4 assignments, 2 labs and 1 quiz. Four out of my classes seem like the work will be easy but just a lot of it. My honours class probably will make me cry and make me cry often. I'm struggling with the review material (does not help that I took the prerequisite class over ten years ago). I was slightly comforted by the fact that I have more of a clue of what is going on than the rest of the class (comforting but does not help the grade). A fellow student found notes from a different prof as well as his old assignments and tests. I hope this will be a help since I've only had two classes and I fell like I'm a semester behind.
They restructured the math requirements for Education, Science and Engineering so now everyone takes the same classes (For example: they used to have specific Engineering Calculus classes). I'm not used to such big classes, especially 3rd year math classes. Three out of my five classes are held in lecture theatres. My honours math class only has five people in it and the class room is comically large.
As of today, I am officially an honours student. I had enrolled as one but through a clerical error I was not registered as one. The Department of Math recognized me as one but the university did not. There is a summer research job I'd like to apply for but it needs to say on my transcript that I am an honours student.
Making Myself Known
I'm trying to be bold and make myself know to my professors, lab instructors and people in the math department. I figure it can only help me in the long run so I had to bite the bullet and overcome my shyness. The acting department head is the only professor I have this semester that I've had before. I asked him a question after class and we got talking about his markers (as in people who mark). When I mentioned I previously had been a high school math teacher who has taught Calculus, he encouraged me to apply to be a marker in the fall (too late now). I also randomly ran into the former dept head who I've had many dealings with when I was previously at the university and after as a teacher at conferences. He is retired from teaching but still works at the university running a math education website. He gave me his card because he wants me to come visit him. He wants to talk about my academic future and get my feedback on the website. He was one my favourite profs, second only to Jimmy P (but who can ever complete with a soulful tenor?**) He is so awesome, he has a great bushy beard and wears cable-knit sweaters.
I Am So Old (But I Don't Look It)
Nobody has called me a Narc yet, so that is a plus. Even though I am probably the oldest person (besides the prof) in the class, I don't look it. Some of my classmates look 12 but some look older (poor premature balding boys). It helps that I am mostly taking 3rd year classes.
The university had to reissue my student card since my purse was stolen after the last time I took a class. The girl gave me the option of using my old picture since I "look the same" (her words). I could not believe they would let me use an ID picture from 1996 of an 18 year old Janny. Almost 30 year old Janny approves and will take that as a compliment.
The math dept head looks exactly the same as he did ten years ago. I think he is in his late 40s (judging from how long he has had his PhD). I'm pretty sure he has the same clothes too (or he buys his clothes in bulk). His Dr Martens circa 1994 would be the dead give away.
More stories for another time.....
*gastro-oesophageal sphincter if you want to get technical
**An April Fool's Edition of the U of R newspaper ran an "article" about a boy band comprising of beloved faculty. The nickname, Jimmy P, stuck. Jimmy P, kicking it to you history style.
This week was Teacher Lady's triumphant return to university and what a week it was. I'll try to break it down into categories.
The Bus
I decided not to get a university parking pass and opted instead for a student bus pass. It will also save me gas money. I had a transit pass in Calgary that cost me $75/month and I was amazed that a student pass here is only $48/month (there is no such thing as a student pass in Calgary and an adult pass is for anyone over 14). After studying the routes, I figured out that driving 5 minutes and parking my car at a nearby mall would save me about a half hour of travel time. I was pretty used to this concept since I always used to drive my car to a nearby train station in Calgary.
The first day I took the bus was on Tuesday. After classes, I take the bus downtown to work. As of this week I've shifted to part-time hours and Tuesday was my first 1-9 shift. The plan was to catch the 9:15 bus at Victoria Park which is a couple blocks north of work. As I arrived at the bus stop (early) the bus started to pull away. Since I was coming from behind the bus driver didn't see me. The next stop is at Cornwall and because of the one way streets the bus has to go to Broad and loop around to 11th. Cutting through Scarth Street Mall, "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid." I beat the bus there. Actually, I beat the bus there but didn't know it and had to check about 7 other buses to see if they were the right number. I had to double back when my bus arrived. (See illustration below. My path is black, the bus' path is blue). I had two text books in my bag and I was wearing winter boots and the impact on the pavement and the lack of proper footwear bruised the bottoms of my heels.
Excuse the crude path drawing, I'm still learning GIMP
In other news, the route on the way home from the university makes me motion sick. I don't know why but I suspect it is because it winds so much. Today I took Gravol to combat but since I couldn't swallow, it got stuck at the back of my mouth. So gross. Once swallowed, I had a peppermint to get rid of the taste. Bad idea, you should not mix peppermint and Gravol. Peppermint relaxes the esophagus opening* and I think it messed with Gravol working properly. It also made my throat numb. I should have known better.
Classes
This semester is going to kick my butt, as my former roommate used to say. I have five classes (one of which is an honours math class) and two labs, all of which are faculty of science classes. Every week I will have 4 assignments, 2 labs and 1 quiz. Four out of my classes seem like the work will be easy but just a lot of it. My honours class probably will make me cry and make me cry often. I'm struggling with the review material (does not help that I took the prerequisite class over ten years ago). I was slightly comforted by the fact that I have more of a clue of what is going on than the rest of the class (comforting but does not help the grade). A fellow student found notes from a different prof as well as his old assignments and tests. I hope this will be a help since I've only had two classes and I fell like I'm a semester behind.
They restructured the math requirements for Education, Science and Engineering so now everyone takes the same classes (For example: they used to have specific Engineering Calculus classes). I'm not used to such big classes, especially 3rd year math classes. Three out of my five classes are held in lecture theatres. My honours math class only has five people in it and the class room is comically large.
As of today, I am officially an honours student. I had enrolled as one but through a clerical error I was not registered as one. The Department of Math recognized me as one but the university did not. There is a summer research job I'd like to apply for but it needs to say on my transcript that I am an honours student.
Making Myself Known
I'm trying to be bold and make myself know to my professors, lab instructors and people in the math department. I figure it can only help me in the long run so I had to bite the bullet and overcome my shyness. The acting department head is the only professor I have this semester that I've had before. I asked him a question after class and we got talking about his markers (as in people who mark). When I mentioned I previously had been a high school math teacher who has taught Calculus, he encouraged me to apply to be a marker in the fall (too late now). I also randomly ran into the former dept head who I've had many dealings with when I was previously at the university and after as a teacher at conferences. He is retired from teaching but still works at the university running a math education website. He gave me his card because he wants me to come visit him. He wants to talk about my academic future and get my feedback on the website. He was one my favourite profs, second only to Jimmy P (but who can ever complete with a soulful tenor?**) He is so awesome, he has a great bushy beard and wears cable-knit sweaters.
I Am So Old (But I Don't Look It)
Nobody has called me a Narc yet, so that is a plus. Even though I am probably the oldest person (besides the prof) in the class, I don't look it. Some of my classmates look 12 but some look older (poor premature balding boys). It helps that I am mostly taking 3rd year classes.
The university had to reissue my student card since my purse was stolen after the last time I took a class. The girl gave me the option of using my old picture since I "look the same" (her words). I could not believe they would let me use an ID picture from 1996 of an 18 year old Janny. Almost 30 year old Janny approves and will take that as a compliment.
The math dept head looks exactly the same as he did ten years ago. I think he is in his late 40s (judging from how long he has had his PhD). I'm pretty sure he has the same clothes too (or he buys his clothes in bulk). His Dr Martens circa 1994 would be the dead give away.
More stories for another time.....
*gastro-oesophageal sphincter if you want to get technical
**An April Fool's Edition of the U of R newspaper ran an "article" about a boy band comprising of beloved faculty. The nickname, Jimmy P, stuck. Jimmy P, kicking it to you history style.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
At a Loss for Words
A school I was supposed to sub for in Calgary is now without a math teacher. They've contacted me, asking if I'd be interested in the job (not offering it but asking me to apply for it). What? You've got to be kidding me. The first thing that popped into my head was "Why didn't this happen a month ago before I moved?" I politely replied that I just started a new job and am content with my decision to return to university.
The job is not the problem. I mentioned it to a friend who is very upset that I left. The question was asked "What's stopping you from coming back?" I know exactly what is stopping me from coming back. How do you tell a good friend that misses you that you have no desire to move back?
The job is not the problem. I mentioned it to a friend who is very upset that I left. The question was asked "What's stopping you from coming back?" I know exactly what is stopping me from coming back. How do you tell a good friend that misses you that you have no desire to move back?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Back for Good
I don't know if you've heard or not, I've moved to Regina. I arrived on Monday.
Upon leaving Calgary, a friend congratulated me on escaping the "hole".
Upon leaving Calgary, a friend congratulated me on escaping the "hole".
Thursday, September 27, 2007
"Sincere" Wishes
I received an email under the guise of "I heard you were moving, we're going to miss you" but it was really about his girlfriend looking for a place to live. Ouch. I know this might sound extreme but I get the feeling that not too many will miss hanging out with me. It is less of a self esteem issue and more of the fact that I rarely am invited to hang out (that was the big clue). Some people are making it really easy to leave.
Letters to the People in my Neighbourhood
Dear Couple in the Subway Parking Lot,
Boy: Your girlfriend is waaaaaay out of your league. High fives all around, count your blessings and enjoy it while it lasts.
Girl: Why do you have a microwave from 1982 in your backseat? Also, clue in that you tell incredibly boring stories and your boyfriend is not dating you for your personality.
Love, Janny
Dear Bicyclist #1,
You look eerily like Tucker Carlson sans bow tie, remedy immediately.
Love, Janny
Dear Bicyclist #2,
Thank you for holding the door open for me, even though you were walking your bike. You did you mama and grandmama proud. You might actually convince me it is not a scientific fact but rather conjecture that teenage boys are stupid.
Love, Janny
Dear Man with the Weight Loss Lollipop Ad on Your Truck,
If you ever show your face I will knee you in the junk.
With not so much love,
Janny
Boy: Your girlfriend is waaaaaay out of your league. High fives all around, count your blessings and enjoy it while it lasts.
Girl: Why do you have a microwave from 1982 in your backseat? Also, clue in that you tell incredibly boring stories and your boyfriend is not dating you for your personality.
Love, Janny
Dear Bicyclist #1,
You look eerily like Tucker Carlson sans bow tie, remedy immediately.
Love, Janny
Dear Bicyclist #2,
Thank you for holding the door open for me, even though you were walking your bike. You did you mama and grandmama proud. You might actually convince me it is not a scientific fact but rather conjecture that teenage boys are stupid.
Love, Janny
Dear Man with the Weight Loss Lollipop Ad on Your Truck,
If you ever show your face I will knee you in the junk.
With not so much love,
Janny
Monday, September 24, 2007
Привет товарищ (Hello Comrade)
A wannabe communist espied me reading Tolstoy at the doctor's office. I think he thinks he found a kindred spirit. Just because it's old and Russian does not make it communist literature. How profound that just today I read "There are no communists." It gave me shivers down my spine.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Jerks
As I was driving home I had to swerve to avoid what look like piles on blankets on the road. As I past I realized it was someone passed out on the road. As I turned around to check on the person I was calling 911 explaining the location and situation. Speaking with the operator I pulled up to the scene and saw someone else had stopped. As I pulled close I could see the extreme anger in the man's face as he (and I realized) it was a dummy. I apologized profusely to the 911 operator but she thanked me for calling. So not funny.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
I am a powerful person
I organized people in my Facebook group to complain to CBC about their coverage of the Riders game last night. Guess what?
CBC to broadcast Roughriders-Eskimos finish
I'd like to think I played a small part in it. Honey, nobody messes with my Riders and gets away with it.
CBC to broadcast Roughriders-Eskimos finish
I'd like to think I played a small part in it. Honey, nobody messes with my Riders and gets away with it.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Big Cities Take Note (Hint, Hint, Calgary)
Montreal parking meters used to raise funds for homeless
The Canadian Press
I think using parking meters for donations is an excellent way to combat panhandling.
The Canadian Press
I think using parking meters for donations is an excellent way to combat panhandling.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I'd rather run into Zach
So a couple times I've ran into Dustin Diamond incognito and his apparent BFF Harry Knowles (of Ain't It Cool News) on the train. I'm pretty sure they are studying to be computer engineers at Devry. Screech was wearing aviator glasses when it was pitch dark outside. Either he was trying to be in disguise or he really loves Corey Hart. Neither would surprise me.
***Mary, these are even more dead on descriptions than "12 year old Icelandic boy", "Jesus-looking dude" or "pimp janitor".
***Mary, these are even more dead on descriptions than "12 year old Icelandic boy", "Jesus-looking dude" or "pimp janitor".
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Life Rants
Why do I keep on having dreams about over sleeping and missing work? On the weekend I dreamed that I was sleepy during my prep period so I decided to close my eyes for a couple minutes. In my dream I woke up at home in my bed 4 days later. I'm so tired these days even in my dreams I am sleepy.
I have come to the conclusion that Calgarians talk big but are really big wusses. For the past couple days it has been between -20 and -30C. Not a big deal for a girl from Saskatchewan but for anyone else, it gets below -5C and they don't know how to cope. The kids were trying to convince the principal to call a weather day. YOU LIVE IN CANADA YOU IDIOTS, DEAL WITH IT! I do admit it is harder to drive in Calgary than most places in Saskatchewan. When I was on my way home last night (a trip that took me 1:45) and there were lots of cars that couldn't get up hills on the slippery roads.
An add to my story yesterday about putting the plug on my block heater: my landlord did it wrong. When I woke up on Monday it started like it wasn't even plugged in. I think something was loose because the plug fell right off. Late last night I drove my car around so it would start in the morning.
I have come to the conclusion that Calgarians talk big but are really big wusses. For the past couple days it has been between -20 and -30C. Not a big deal for a girl from Saskatchewan but for anyone else, it gets below -5C and they don't know how to cope. The kids were trying to convince the principal to call a weather day. YOU LIVE IN CANADA YOU IDIOTS, DEAL WITH IT! I do admit it is harder to drive in Calgary than most places in Saskatchewan. When I was on my way home last night (a trip that took me 1:45) and there were lots of cars that couldn't get up hills on the slippery roads.
An add to my story yesterday about putting the plug on my block heater: my landlord did it wrong. When I woke up on Monday it started like it wasn't even plugged in. I think something was loose because the plug fell right off. Late last night I drove my car around so it would start in the morning.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Crazy Train
If you want to know the general mental health of a certain population, ride public transit.
Tuesday morning, while waiting for the train to arrive, a man was tackling a pillar repeatedly. Excuse me, sir, that pillar is not going anywhere.A couple stops later, man came into the train car telling himself loud, boisterous, nonsensical stories. Occasionally he laugh uproariously at what he said. There is something unsettling about one person laughing loudly when no one else is talking.
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Friday, September 22, 2006
Wrath of Jan
I gave my chemistry class a pop quiz today. Yesterday they were talking so much while I was teaching I stopped in the middle of my notes and made them learn it on there own from the text. I think I gave the greatest speech of my teaching career. You know how in the movies when someone is upset they will give brilliant speeches but in real life no one takes you seriously? No one makes sense when they are angry. That wasn’t me. Today I tested them on how well they learned on there own. Several of the students have smartened up, they do not want that to happen again.
Someone had the brilliant idea to have “Meet the Teacher” night on Friday. Friday is prime for slinking out early not staying 4 hours later. I got to school this morning at 7:50 am and I will be leave at approximately 8 pm. Ouch.
I was walking to supper with some co-workers (who happen to be male) and happened to run into my cousin who I had not seen for weeks. We are both to the same get-to-together tonight but I won’t get there until after 8. I’m paranoid that she be telling tales that she saw me with men before I get there (men that happen to be married or living with a girlfriend). We’ll just have to see.
In Calgary the no-smoking by-law does not go into effect until 2008. Tonight at supper, even though we were sitting in the non-smoking section, I went away with my hair and clothes reeking of smoke. What a great first impression for meeting the parents. “Nice to meet you. Contrary to the way I smell, I do not smoke like a chimney.” Man, I’m not even smokin’ like Ky.
I ran into someone I could not stand from high school yesterday. I was getting on the train as he was getting off. Time has not made him any less weasely (including his moustache).
Someone had the brilliant idea to have “Meet the Teacher” night on Friday. Friday is prime for slinking out early not staying 4 hours later. I got to school this morning at 7:50 am and I will be leave at approximately 8 pm. Ouch.
I was walking to supper with some co-workers (who happen to be male) and happened to run into my cousin who I had not seen for weeks. We are both to the same get-to-together tonight but I won’t get there until after 8. I’m paranoid that she be telling tales that she saw me with men before I get there (men that happen to be married or living with a girlfriend). We’ll just have to see.
In Calgary the no-smoking by-law does not go into effect until 2008. Tonight at supper, even though we were sitting in the non-smoking section, I went away with my hair and clothes reeking of smoke. What a great first impression for meeting the parents. “Nice to meet you. Contrary to the way I smell, I do not smoke like a chimney.” Man, I’m not even smokin’ like Ky.
I ran into someone I could not stand from high school yesterday. I was getting on the train as he was getting off. Time has not made him any less weasely (including his moustache).
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Drive by Blogging
Sorry for the lack of posts. I STILL don't have Internet at home and I've had to leave right after school every other day this week.
I think my landpeople are avoiding me. I'm not sure why. It could be that they have something going on in their lives that I don't know about. Another theory is they are avoiding me because of the Internet situation.
I have been getting very little done in my prep periods lately. The rest of my day is so intensive, I just can't bare to work if I don't have to. Today it was a bit of a problem because I almost didn't finish my marking because of my procrastination.
Last Thursday I was facing downtown on the train as we left it. I noticed that Bell and Telus had their head offices right across the street from each other. I immediately thought "I wonder if they have rumbles on the street?" I then proceeded to rewrite songs from West Side Story with Bell and Telus instead of Jets and Sharks. I caught myself humming a little.
I'm not worried about being the crazy person on the train anymore. Today I was sitting beside someone who I thought was talking to someone across the aisle. I looked up to discover he was having a serious conversation with himself (complete with different voices for each "person"). I don't think I could ever truly live up to that.
I think my landpeople are avoiding me. I'm not sure why. It could be that they have something going on in their lives that I don't know about. Another theory is they are avoiding me because of the Internet situation.
I have been getting very little done in my prep periods lately. The rest of my day is so intensive, I just can't bare to work if I don't have to. Today it was a bit of a problem because I almost didn't finish my marking because of my procrastination.
Last Thursday I was facing downtown on the train as we left it. I noticed that Bell and Telus had their head offices right across the street from each other. I immediately thought "I wonder if they have rumbles on the street?" I then proceeded to rewrite songs from West Side Story with Bell and Telus instead of Jets and Sharks. I caught myself humming a little.
I'm not worried about being the crazy person on the train anymore. Today I was sitting beside someone who I thought was talking to someone across the aisle. I looked up to discover he was having a serious conversation with himself (complete with different voices for each "person"). I don't think I could ever truly live up to that.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Strange Life in a Boom Town
Calgary to mark population milestone with one millionth citizen
On two separate occasions this weekend, people I have been with have started talking about how weird it is to live in Calgary. I volunteered at a homeless shelter on Saturday night and met people who had jobs but were still homeless. This is just the working poor, this is the working homeless. That is just stupid.
The other conversation was about the lack of workers in the service industry. We have certain grocery stores, gas stations and restaurants that close early because of a lack of workers. A city of a million people and I can not find a drug store open after 10 pm. My hometown has a population of over 200,000 and most are open until 12pm or open 24 hours a day. Very annoying.
Calgary is supposed to be "the promised land". What is so great about a place that can't attract workers because the cost of living is too high?
On two separate occasions this weekend, people I have been with have started talking about how weird it is to live in Calgary. I volunteered at a homeless shelter on Saturday night and met people who had jobs but were still homeless. This is just the working poor, this is the working homeless. That is just stupid.
The other conversation was about the lack of workers in the service industry. We have certain grocery stores, gas stations and restaurants that close early because of a lack of workers. A city of a million people and I can not find a drug store open after 10 pm. My hometown has a population of over 200,000 and most are open until 12pm or open 24 hours a day. Very annoying.
Calgary is supposed to be "the promised land". What is so great about a place that can't attract workers because the cost of living is too high?
Monday, June 26, 2006
From Greeks to Majorettes
Two events of note from this weekend:
1) Late Saturday night, I saw two teenage boys walking down the street in togas.
2) Yesterday some people from my church went to sing at a nursing home. After I finished reading a verse instead of shutting off the microphone, I pushed a button that produced a drum roll.
1) Late Saturday night, I saw two teenage boys walking down the street in togas.
2) Yesterday some people from my church went to sing at a nursing home. After I finished reading a verse instead of shutting off the microphone, I pushed a button that produced a drum roll.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Busy as a Bee Janny
I was relatively productive today but unfortunately little had to do with my job. Found out a bunch of information about everything that I have to change over because I moved to a new province. I found the first things I needed to do was get a phone number and a driver's licence.
It was quite a long process to get my licence. After filling in all of my information the lady had to test my eyes. After testing my eyes, the lady discovered I should have a restriction on my licence saying that I should always wear glasses to drive. So we had to fill the forms out all over again. As I sat and waited for her to process the paperwork it occurred to me "Maybe I should have brushed my hair before I came here." I will never complain my previous photo ID again. I was in such a rush to get my errands done before work it did not occur to me to look halfway decent because I was going to get my picture taken.
The first picture the guy took of me, my eyes were closed and I was in the middle of saying something. It was so bad the guy was doubled over with laughter. He noted that he needs to start a wall of bad licence photos. Wow, every woman's dream is to have a man laugh at how horrible she looks in a picture. The second picture was better but still fit to burn. Nothing I can do about it. I wish my purse never was stolen years ago. I was keeping my old university ID picture because I looked super hot in it. I always wished they could just take and use that picture.
Funny thing over heard while I was filling out my forms at 2:30 pm:
Employee 1 (as she was leaving): See ya
Employee 2: Wouldn't want to be ya
Employee 1: What?
Employee 2: Haven't you ever heard that saying before?
Employee 1: No [awkward silence and then with hesitation] Well I hope you have a good sleep.
(Funny side note: The first time I typed the title I accidentally had "Busty as a Bee Janny". that of course is an entirely different topic.)
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Friday, May 12, 2006
Things are Looking Up
This morning I woke up and my headache was gone. What a relief!
There were two notable ads in the paper for basement suites that appealed to me. The first one is walking distance from work and the C-Train (which I often take to get to meetings downtown). I spoke with the owner on the phone and he was so sweet. Just from our conversation he told me I sounded like the kind of person he wanted as a tenant. This was a positive sign. The place even has a dishwasher. I gave my number and he was going to contact the current tenant to figure out a time the suite could be viewed and call me back.
The second place is in a very nice neighbourhood. I could barely understand the man due to a thick French accent. He didn't tell me much about the place. The suite is a little farther away but I could still walk to work. He told me to come over at 7:30 PM to look at the place.
It was getting to be later in the afternoon and I still had not heard back from the first man. I was getting antsy. I did not want to miss this opportunity. I waited until after 5 PM and then called back. I left a message. He called me back a couple minutes later and the only time they had available was 7:30! I decided I was just not going to go to the other place.
I arrived at the apartment and the owners were so nice. The place was in excellent condition but so small. When I was there I thought I could fit all of my stuff in there. I traveled home a pit in my stomach started to grow. What was I going to do with all of my teaching stuff? I don't have a classroom yet. What do I do with it in the meantime?
I had not even see the other place and I had missed my other appointment. I wasn't at the first place for very long so I thought I could arrive late to the other place. I looked at the map and the street it was on was in about 4 parts. I could not figure out what part it was on so I went home.
I told my cousin about how small the suite is. She encouraged me to keep on looking. I told her I skipped out on my other appointment. She encourage me to call them back and see if I could still come. I called and sure enough they said it was ok. I was really hoping that it would not count against me.
The place is so cute and it is ready to move into now! The living room and kitchen have laminate flooring. All the walls have ledges to put pictures or knickknacks on. It was bigger than most of the places I had looked at recently. I asked if I could fill out an application. They didn't want me to fill out an application, they want to talk with me. We visited for about 20 minutes. I left with a very good feeling about the apartment and the owners.
Later that evening, the owners of the second place called to tell me that I could have the place if I was still interested. I went over this evening and filled out the papers, gave my damage deposit and got a key. My cousin and some friends came over with me to check out the place. They were planning how I was supposed to arrange my furniture.
Originally the movers were supposed to bring my stuff to Calgary this weekend. I had to call them back to tell them about my change of plans. I'll call them tomorrow to see if I can still get it sent this weekend.
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