Tuesday, December 16, 2003

There's a thread on ILE about every job you've ever had, which got me thinking...here's my list, starting at about age 12:

Soy milk bottle washer (don't ask, but it was $1 a load!)
Saturday helper at an independant toy store
Saturday helper at my mom's bookstore
Saturday helper at a dressmaker/drycleaners
Correcting mislabled tofu/tempeh bags with stickers ($8 for a box of 1000)
Admin cover at a small insurance company (friend of the family)
Carol singer (paid for by the local council)
Food/sample demonstrationist at various veggie fairs and supermarkets
Receptionist at a colonic irrigation clinic
Runner/assistant at the English Language Association's annual convention (in Toronto that year...)
Kitchen staff/waitress/head cook (evolved gradually over 10 years) in veggie restaurant
Runner/camera person/presenter etc. for a community TV channel in Toronto
Runner/CG switcher for Ed the Sock (Canadian tv, don't ask)
Temp at various weird government and private offices in Toronto
Bilingual receptionist/bilingual case processer at the Ontario Labour Relations
Temp for various weird hospitals in Toronto
Temp for various television programmes in Manchester
Casting assistant for a television programme that shall go unnamed
Personal assistant/production co-ordinator for a small indie TV company
Telephone Advice worker
Office manager for a technology firm
Office manager for a charity

I'm trying to decide which jobs I liked the best. I have fond memories of the ELA convention, because Salman Rushdie was supposed to speak and security was really tight that day - we felt like we were in a movie.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Our neighbours in the flat above went away for a long weekend, and it was absolute bliss. Shall I describe them a bit? Well, they wake up at about 6 am and it starts from there. They don't walk, they stomp. Constantly, back and forth across the flat. I swear they barely leave the house, and they sure as heck never seem to flop out on the sofa with a cup of tea. I don't sit around worrying about it or anything, but it does get pretty annoying sometimes.

On very rare occasions, I don't mind the stomping. This is when it's 3 am, and some late night revellers are still partying outside our building, blasting Guns 'N Roses from their car to keep the party going. You can time it - 10 seconds after the noise starts, she stomps over to the window. I don't mind it then, because I know she's probably calling the police or someone like that, and it means we don't have to.

We know we're not imagining things, because when people come to visit, they always look up with alarm when they first hear it. She's also been known to do extra on-the-spot stomping when they think the music is too loud, which always bugs me as not only do we take care to never play it *very* loud, especially if it's late - but I never complain when she blares the Corrs and Westlife.

Anyhow, they got back last night - you couldn't miss it really. I must have noise karma though, because some roadworks fired up outside at 7 pm and we had to put up with drilling for 45 minutes. Even worse, they came back at 5 AM (!!) and started up again for a good half hour, which prevented us from getting a good night's sleep. There's no way that can be legal...

This time, I'm not going to leave it just to Stompy. I've emailed the council to complain, but I'm also trying to find a good site that has info on relevant legislation. (If you know of any, get in touch...)

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

A whole lotta fried chicken going on...

I've been checking out Dead Man Eating this morning, a site chock full of last meal requests from death row inmates. Compelling yet tasteless (pardon the pun) ...

Thursday, December 04, 2003

So I know I've been a bit lax with posting, but I've been kind of stressed at work lately... we have finally launched and booked our first clients in, but even though I organised things perfectly down to the very smallest detail, you can't make things run smoothly. Like people turning up two hours late or not at all. Lots of our clients don't have phones, mainly for financial reasons, so communication is often limited to letters or calling them back when they ring from a payphone. So it's been a little crazy.

And today, I'm trying to function without enough sleep, because my sister called from Canada last night just before midnight. She'd forgot the time difference - and then my phone died all of a sudden, so I spent the next half hour alternating between trying to call on the bf's mobile, and on the landline once the phone mysteriously started working again...

I've also been busy sorting out transatlantic christmas presents, too - so no leaving it until the 24th on a mad dash with your extra 1/2 day of holiday. You've got to post all your parcels and cards by about now to guarantee they arrive on time.

Oh, and we saw Intolerable Cruelty last night at last, and it was fantastic. I've come across a lot of bad reviews and people who didn't like it though, and I'm kind of lost as to why. Maybe some just didn't appreciate the high camp, tongue in cheek escapades towards the end. Anyhoo, if you're hankering for feel-good that's also smart and funny, I'd suggest this instead of Elf or Love Actually (especially after Sashinka's scathing review, which extinguished the tiny inkling of interest I had with some certainty!) It's not Christmassy, but it'll still give you nice holiday happy butterflies. Awww.