The Daily EO: January 21st, 2013

I have a tendency to draw squares with my mouse pointer when I am bored or thinking or unable to do what I need to do.

And that is what I was doing on Monday evening while trying to write the Daily EO.  I was exhausted, I was just wanting to not write it.

It was just then – 9:00 pm – that my husband came in the room, closed my laptop, said “Enough.  You need sleep.”  and turned off the light.   I laid there in the dark trying to get the gumption up to get my flashlight and laptop under the covers.  But before I could, I fell asleep.

January 21st, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  I like someone who knows best taking care of me – and I am so glad I have Emile to do that.



The Daily EO: November 23rd, 2012

We have 3 elevators in our building.  Coming through the lobby I found a line about 20 people waiting for the elevator.  Turns out, 1 was in service for someone moving out and the other had broken down.  Leaving one – albeit high-speed – elevator for a building with 43 floors.  Our building is very secure, many of the floors cannot be accessed by the stairs.  I live on the 41st floor and I can access my floor from the stairs.

The longer I stood in line waiting the elevator, the more I felt guilty for not taking the opportunity for a workout.  But I had been out and about all  day already probably walked 15 kms.  I didn’t want to take the stairs – and the shower that I’d need afterwards.

So I stood there.  And listened to each new person who joined the queue to ask what was going on.  The poor concierge was beside himself trying to appear like he was doing something, but of course, there was nothing for him to do, other than opening the door for the stairs for those of us who were not lazy (and could access their floor).

One of the residents was standing in the lobby with his Dominos pizza order – including cheese bread – and the smell wafted out to hungry people who were just trying to get home.  The elevator arrived and a bunch of people piled on to it.  When the elevator left without taking everyone in the lobby, the mood shifted suddenly and what was truly only a minor inconvenience began to stretch into a major problem.  People had places to go, things to get to and they wanted to go home.

At one point, the in service elevator stopped on the ground floor by accident.  The poor sap who was moving – with an elevator of his things – had to stand and stare at us for 10 seconds while the door remained open.  He smiled, half shrugged and then casually hammered on the close door button.

Another 10 minutes of waiting and finally the elevator returned to the lobby level – but this time carrying one man destined for the parking garage – it was going down.  But nobody was willing to let the elevator journey on without them and jumped on.  I was about 5th in line and as I saw people filling it up, decided that I too needed to get on this elevator.

In a span of about 5 seconds, 15 different floors were pressed and the system couldn’t handle the inputs and reset.   But it started moving and we were on the 5th floor before anyone noticed what had happened.  For those of us on the upper floors, it didn’t matter, we just simply repressed our buttons.

But for the girl who lived on the second floor, the gentleman (I used that term loosely) who was trying to get to the basement and a visitor who didn’t have scan access to get where we was going.. . . .  They started to lose their minds.

Second Floor Girl says “I hate everything and everyone”

Garage Guy says  “All you people f*cked me!!”

Visitor Girl says  “Please press 18!  18?  Anyone on the 18th floor??  TRY 18!!”

And it went downhill from there.  Second floor girl starts telling off garage guy.  And everyone in a full elevator is trying to help out need hysterical visitor girl, but none of us have access to that floor.

Garage Guy “All of you people need to consider your actions on others.  You f*cked me.  All of you”

Second Floor Girl “None of us did it on purpose!!  Do you think we wanted this to happen? I’m trying to get to the 2nd floor!”

Garage guy “Whatever.  You need to wait.  This is crap.  You need to consider your actions.”

Visitor Girl “Oh my god!  What am I going to do?  Can I get off somewhere?”

The rest of us:  Do not make eye contact, do not speak.

Hurry, hurry, elevator.

November 23rd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  We are only 30 minutes away from Lord of the Flies, people.  Lord of the Flies with only 1 large pizza and cheesy bread to share amongst.

The Daily EO: October 22nd, 2012

7:00 am:  Five pounds lighter than previous from eating fewer Jelly Bellys and using my building’s gym.  Weight loss hindered thanks to the close-by New Town Bakery and those damn Steam Buns.

7:45 am:  I didn’t see a pedestrian and I started to go – if he hadn’t jumped out of the way and slapped my hood, I would have hit him.  Don’t wear grey and jump out from behind flowerpot pedestrian – you may have the right of way, but I don’t want my life so negatively impacted that I need therapy for years after killing you.  Seriously, guy, if you are reading this – I am still so so sorry.

8:30 am:  Standing in front of a production board on the floor wearing a hairnet, bags over my shoes and a lab coat.  Thinking that surely I couldn’t have finished my entire tea already and I wonder if anyone will notice my pretty shiny nails.

9:44 am:  Inside voice: What are these people all talking about?

10:22 am:  Text to my husband “How are you bearing up?” (he’s recovering from the flu)

11:00 am:  Quality/Production meeting where fiery Russian Quality Manager tells me how It Will Be.  By the end, we agreed to have vodka shots together soon to celebrate our new bond.

12:15 pm:  Received text response from my brother: “Bearing up Under What?”  (phew, that could have been much worse)

12:25 pm:  Eating my delightfully delicious lunch – that I had the forethought to make the night before – at my desk and trying to catch up on e-mails.   Notice that I have 43 emails on the same topic – boxes.  Surely something else happened today.

1:16 pm: Work cell phone rings for the first time and it turns out to be an automated message – complete with strange cadence – to remind me of an appointment.

2:15 pm:  Consider reasons why I only seem to sweat from one armpit.

2:43 pm:  Participate in bizarre conversation from a parallel universe:

Person Who will Remain Unnamed:  “I need a favour.   I am moving and I need to get new furniture but my place won’t be ready until November and the store is going out of business.  Do you think I could store perhaps a couch, table or chairs or something I buy from the store in the warehouse?”

Me: (gaping):  “Um.. .  in our company warehouse?  You want to store your personal furniture?   Here?”

3:37 pm:  Finally finish reading all box emails (which by now have increased in number), wondering how I am to get anything done if a box issue takes this level of communication to resolve.

4:45 pm:  Dash through the spitting rain to my car to return home.  Ponder the thought of how I never remember a jacket now that I live in a highrise.  What is weather when you live inside?

5:15 pm:  Receive email from Fiery Russian Quality Manager.  Appears the bond we have is broken and Vodka shots are not in my future.

5:17 pm:  Husband makes mistake of coming home and receives suitable verbal punishment.

5:50 pm:  Where I belong, a life of leisure, sitting in the stylist’s chair at the Aveda Institute in Gastown.

7:15 pm:  After head and neck massage, people touching my hair for an hour, I believe I may be able to do this again tomorrow.

7:50 pm:  Exchange emails with Production Manager to confirm that my worries that I have lost my mind are unjustified.

October 22nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Visit to Bizarro land.

The Daily EO: August 9th, 2012

I go through times that I find it very difficult to write the EO.  Not because I don’t enjoy it, but sometimes it doesn’t flow.  It feels like the fingers are as stiff as the words.  And that has been true for the last couple of days.  You’ve probably noticed I am consistently one day behind.

Anyways, sometimes when I have these blocks, I am just really tired like I was a couple of days ago.  Other times there is another culprit.  And this time it is anxiety.  Why am I anxious?  Well, we have no jobs, limited income and in three weeks, no place to live.  I think that enough to cause some level of concern.  But I can handle that.  But what I cannot handle is the lack of plan to deal with these things.   And I don’t mean that I need to find us jobs and housing tomorrow, I just need a plan of attack to deal with all the above.  It needs to cover likely contingencies, and provide actions for me to feel in control.

I don’t know what city we are moving to, I don’t know what jobs we are going to get and I don’t know the timeframe for these things.  Can I come up with a plan of attack to deal with all of this?  We’ve agreed to sit down to start a plan tomorrow – and I think it is because Emile cannot handle watching me vibrate any more.  I am a delight to live with.

August 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  I feel better already with only a plan to make a plan.

The Daily EO: May 10th, 2012

They say “love happens when you’re making other plans”.  I’ve always taken that to mean don’t be desperate in your search for things, instead focus on what you can control in your life and things will come to you.  Put it out there, and it comes back to you.  Karma.  Whatever you want to call it.  My mom calls it “full circle”.  She has always told me, everything comes back around again.  (this was less helpful in high school when a week felt like forever) Repeatedly find she is right.

I feel pretty good these days.  I don’t have a job yet, nor a firm plan yet, but I feel good about me.  It seems that all the energy that I have put into fitness, health, finance organization, friends, blogging, connections and everything else is coming back to me.  I like that – I need that energy coming back to me.  From where I was in January, it seems incredible that my outlook, buoyancy and feeling of well-being are turned around.  Yes, tomorrow may come with its downers and anxiety, but those days feel fewer, and I am better able to deal with them.

So, if life seems like “a winter’s day in deep and dark December”, hold on, push through, and do something for yourself and see if it doesn’t come full circle.

May 10th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:   I feel good today.

Maintenance May Day 10:
Printed out my entire blog and mailed it to my grandmother.  We should not penalize those who do not have/use computers.  (family)
Personality Approved, Interview requested.  (career)