Does it make me slightly better if I said I didn’t have a particularly good day at work? Probably not.
A person who has been gone from my work life has returned today and their very presence put me in a bad mood. I don’t like being around negativity and manipulation and having them in my space started my day with resentment for my job. Then I spent my lunch hour in court learning that I will be subpoenaed as a witness for a trial on a day that happens to fall on my vacation time. Sonofabitch. My afternoon meeting that I thought was done at 3pm ended at 4pm. My ride home forgot about me and then when I finally did get home, my shipment of 12 bags of vegan marshmallows for $103.26 arrived containing 1 bag of marshmallows. That equates to about $3.50 per marshmallow. Sonofabitch.
That left me feeling completely unenthoused about my volunteer shift tonight taking pictures of a volunteer dinner event. Maybe if it was taking pictures of something more important I would have been fine, but socializing with strangers isn’t appealing to me on a good day. And so I called in. I was hoping for a machine but I got a person. I said I had to work late and I couldn’t make it. Technically I was at work late since my ride forgot about me but the truth is I could have made it. I just didn’t want to. After my day the thought of a dinner event with strangers couldn’t be further from what I wanted to do. I did feel bad initially but I have accepted that it probably would have pushed me over the edge and I would have had to call in sick tomorrow.
There were two good parts to my day though.
1. An attractive man driving an attractive car made eye contact with me at a stop light and smiled.
2. I had the chance to catch up with a coworker that I’m quite fond of (not aforementioned negative manipulator)
Oh, there’s a 3. CHAMPAGNE!!!
That is perhaps not most people’s usual social activity of choice for a Friday, but it was mine. My city is currently in the process of having a company court it for a waste gasification plant located on the waterfront. There are many issues with this from an environntal, economic, tourist and social standpoint and I wanted to learn more about it. The group that put on the event was an environmental one and so the evening took on a one sided view from a passionate scientist. It was informative and was helpful given the audience. Of particular interest to me was his zero waste solution which was ripe with social enterprise ideas.
It was lovely way to spend an evening with a friend feeling connected with our community and home by 9:30!
I wish I could say that my anxiety attacks have stopped but they haven’t. I seem to be stuck in a sort of vortex of daily panic. I was doing so well for so long and it only took three days of triggers to put me on a repeat cycle. This mornings panic set in early. 5am early when I was woken up by the fucking birds that think everyone wants to hear their sweet spring song. Well you’re wrong birds, I want you to shut the fuck up so I can sleep later than 5am on a Saturday morning. Then of course being awake gave me opportunity to think about something occurring tomorrow (it’s a long and uninteresting story) that is causing me stress and then I could also feel shin splints from my 45 min steep decline walk to work yesterday. And bam, perfect storm. Curl up in a ball and breathe through it time. Next time I’m just going to run outside naked and yell at all the birds.
it doesn’t matter what job you do, at some point you’re going to make someone angry. I don’t like making people angry. In fact I pride myself in my ability to deliver services and occasionally difficult news to people in a helpful way that avoids anger and it’s been years since I’ve had someone yell at me. Today I broke that years long streak and it didn’t feel good.
My rational mind tells me that this client has mental health issues and is a victim of a traumatic past and so I shouldn’t take it personally. My mind also tells me that due to this trauma their coping mechanisms are stunted and so they lack the ability to process and react to situations in an appropriate way. That’s nice brain, way to think positive, it’s not my fault. Enter overly sensitive heart. My heart says I’m a bad person who is unkind and not helpful. I make difficult situations worse and I have someone who doesn’t like me.
Heart always seems to win with me and so after that incident began a downward spiral. Not a journey to the center of the earth spiral but a lay on the floor and mope spiral. I got home soaking wet and freezing cold, ate a big Lindt chocolate bunny, layed in the bath for over half an hour then flopped on the couch (not quite the floor, but still). I tried to get myself out of it, I googled “affirmations” and even “what to do when you don’t feel awesome”. Those weren’t particularly helpful and so I have just accepted the fact that today was shit and I can’t turn that feeling around.
Perhaps my inability to move on is also due to this being my 7th consecutive day of my anxiety/panic attacks return. Welcome back fucker, I haven’t missed you!!!! Last Friday my anxiety returned because thrust at night I drank an entire bottle of champagne. Saturday my anxiety returned because I was out until 3am bartending and I missed out on sleep. Sunday I was anxious because I had family coming over. Monday-today I’ve had panic attacks every morning and had to motivate myself to even get out of bed. I’m done now, they can stop. I remember what it’s like and I’m not a fan. I’ve been well so haven’t needed any pills. I’d even run out of my PRN lorazepams and hadn’t felt the need to get more. I actually find lorazepams to be somewhat ineffective on me anyway.
And so, I give on today. There’s no saving it. I’ve taken a melatonin and hope for a good night sleep and a better day tomorrow. Now that I think of it, my favourite pills are sublingual. Melatonin, clonazepam….. I should consider dropping acid. Perhaps and pros and cons list is in order. God, I fucking love lists. Lists are great.
Ive learned a few things from my 9 hour first bartending experience.
1. No matter how comfortable you think your converse are, they are not standing on your feet for 9 hours comfortable.
2. If someone’s change includes mostly a bill, don’t give them a bill give them change. Your tip increases that way.
3. Be friendly but don’t go out of your way. Don’t hold someone’s purse behind the bar. They will ask for it several times in the night and generally waste your time. If someone orders the wrong drink, tough shit. You ordered it and now it’s yours, it’s a pain in the ass to find a new home for three tequila shots because they actually wanted tequila rose.
4. Beer drinkers are the best. They know what they want and they’re easy to serve.
5. Some people are a pain in the ass. “I’d like a glass of Shiraz, but not in a wine glass, in a solo cup. Exactly three ice cubes.”
6. Some people will accuse you of watering down their drinks because after six they don’t feel drunk. From then on its helpful to pour in front of their faces to prove you’re not watering down. Those people are also alcoholics.
7, some people will claim you didn’t give them change. It’s helpful if you remember the exact change you gave them so they can feel like a dick when they find it in their wallet.
9. Watching a party of drunk people as a sober person makes you feel better than everyone else. It also makes watching the interpretive dancing entertaining.
10. Drunk people are like children. They’re quite helpless. You have to call taxis for them and tell them where to stand and when to go outside and wait.
My tips for the night were as follows:
1. One high five
2. One fist bump
3. One hug
4. Many handshakes
5. Tip:” don’t cook bacon naked.”
6. Many compliments by drunken men.
7. A bag of pot.
I don’t know why, or how but Google has made Canadian Google maps playable as pacman games.
I’ve never been to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan (spelled with no spell check thank you very much) but I picked it and was delighted to find that it had a nicely gridded street layout that seemed ideal for pacman. My first round was quite unpleasant and filled with me panicking and yelling “shit” a lot. Then I realized that I had the sound off turned off and suddenly the game was more fun and I was better at it. I showed those fucking ghosts who was boss and chomped the shit outta them.
This just in: It’s google maps world wide now. I just chomped my way down Rue de Rivoli in Paris.
This just in: pacman is fun for about 30 seconds, then you remember that it’s not the 80’s and things have evolved since then.
This is yesterday’s post but I fell asleep just after 8pm watching 3rd Rock from the sun on Netflix. I’m living the dream!!!!!
With my vegetable seedlings well underway and plans to expand my garden on my mind, I did some reading yesterday about permaculture. If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s short for permanent agriculture. Essentially it’s different methods of farming in an environmental friendly and sustainable way. While reading I came across the trailer for an upcoming documentary about permaculture in various climates both rural and urban. It looks pretty fucking awesome:
I’ve been all over documentaries lately on Netflix, OMG GMO, hungry for change, living on a dollar etc. They’ve been inspirational for me and have led me to quite drastically change my eating habits in the last couple of weeks. I like watching documentaries, but I don’t own any. Like most people I just don’t buy movies anymore. This one really interested me though and it looks like it could be valuable to look back on later for reference so I bought it. And not only did I buy it, but I PRE-BOUGHT it because it’s not even out yet! My savings are non-existent but it seemed like a project that needed support. If only I had friends who liked gardening and/or environmental issues we could have a watching party on release day. There would be local organic party snacks held in artisan pottery, we’d drink local wine, get drunk and gently turn over my planting beds.
Since learning about a month ago what L-cysteine is (a protein made from human hair and/or feathers) that is commonly found in bread products, I have been avoiding fast food restaurants that serve burgers or subs and buying only fresh made in store bakery bread. I’m not eating hair, or feathers. Another reminder to always read the ingredients in what you buy. If you don’t know what it is, you shouldn’t put it in your mouth. Words to live by.
I was the first one awake on a sunny Sunday so I decided today was the day Id make my first loaf of bread. While I am lazy, I’m still fancy so I went with an onion and cheese loaf. I found the recipe here:
1/4 of a cup of sugar seemed excessive to me so I just added a little sprinkle. I wanted bigger bits of cheese so I used the giant side of my cheese grater, although not all graters have that as an option. My grater is better than your grater!!! The recipe didn’t say what size pan to use so I went with a large round cake pan. Here it is ready to go in the oven.
And here it is all done.
As its a yeast free recipe, it’s quite dense and more like a biscuit. It was delicious and paired well with my fresh lemon and green tea for breakfast. Next time I think I will actually make it into biscuits instead of a loaf.
Who the fuck do I think I am now? Drinking tea and eating fresh bread on a Sunday morning. Awesome, that’s who I am. I’m awesome.