Day 179: work on a Sunday

I have actually worked on a Sunday before but it’s been at least eight years and for that I am grateful.

And when I say work, I am using that term rather loosely. Our program was recently approved for a garden co-operative and things are starting to fall into place. This year will start small with hopes to expand in the future. There have been a few setbacks along the way and some of the plants (but not yet the new planters) were delivered without notice on Friday. It’s been over 30 degrees each day this weekend and I was concerned that the new unpotted plants would shrivel and die on a hot rooftop so I went over to water them. Not exactly a tough day at the office but still, I’ll get compensated for it so it counts. It’s not much to look at yet but I envision a sculpture garden and outdoor pieces created by our art therapy group and summer evening art shows.

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Day 178: garden until you black out

Alright so I have very low blood pressure so I actually black out periodically anyway so not really that big of a deal. Did you know that the easiest and most effective way to treat low blood pressure is to eat a lot of salt? Nom nom nom.

Today was the day for planting the vegetable garden at what will soon be my residence again. It’s a little late in the season but it will be fine. This year I planted tomatillos for the first time. I’m going to make a bitchin salsa verde. Look at those nice little rows!

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I also planted four of these big pots of grasses.

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it’s 32 degrees and let me tell you hoeing is hard work! I had sweat dripping down me and dirt stuck to all the sweat, a sight to behold I’m sure. After many hours of work I stood up and blacked out for about 20 seconds. I figured that meant it was time for a break. And Now that I’ve showered possibly a nap. Oooh and then some rum and coke because goddamn it I deserve it!!!!

Day 177: swim laps

I like to think of myself as an eclectic person when it comes to things that I like but today when I pulled out all my bathing suits I realized that that is a lie.

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I don’t know what it is about water that makes me want to pee. As soon as I got in the pool my body was all “you know what would be awesome right now? Peeing!”. I hope it goes without saying but I didn’t pee in the pool. Mostly because I’m still afraid of that story kids tell each other about that red dye that shows up if you pee.

I’m not a good swimmer at all and this was my first time doing laps. I was in the slow lane and actually did better than I thought I would. It was a great workout followed by a lovely soak in the hot tub in front of the jets. I still find it fun watching my suit fill up with air and bubble out.

The pool had a bathing suit ringer kind of like an electric salad spinner to get out all the extra water. What a time to be alive!

Day 175: Apply for a job that is way the fuck out of your league

First an update:  For those who were asking about the Power Add solar charger, it worked perfectly. We did four phone charges with it and it still hadn’t run out of power.  It was the envy of other festival goers who pointed and discussed it longingly amongst themselves.

Next my cat submission from yesterday. I had included a list of my cat’s likes and dislikes as well as his post on imgur. (for those who didn’t see it before http://imgur.com/gallery/HvHGu )   As it happens the person judging is also a fan of imgur and liked what I provided her with.  Fingers crossed !!!!  

Today was a fantastic day.  I made my first ever power point presentation last week (I know. Yes, it’s true) and did my first presentation of it yesterday and today did another to an outside agency which went very well.  I was feeling great afterwards and stopped at a coffee shop to pick up lunch.  While there Tim Horton’s pirate (that’s what I call him because he’s always at the coffee shop and often wears a frilly pirate shirt) complimented my dress.  Whenever I see him he always compliments me on my clothes and hair.  I think it’s pretty fucking fabulous that I get compliments from a man who wears fishnet stockings, a purple velour jacket and a frilly pirate shirt. On my way back I passed our office protesters.  They are there every Wednesday and we have been advised by management to not engage with them and to avoid going to that intersection at all while they’re around.  Not only did I use that intersection but I engaged with them as one of them happens to be my client.  I’m not going to avoid an intersection or my client, so fuck the system! As my morning was gaining momentum on the awesome spectrum, a former client of mine surprised me by coming to see me.  I worked with him quite intensely while in our program but it had been over a year since he had exited and I had last seen him.  He told me his Hep C treatment had been 100% successful, he got a full time job, got his license back, got married and bought himself and his wife each a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He showed me his bike and it was beautiful.  Seeing him and his progress in life made me so happy and proud of him.  As do most clients, they thank you and attribute their success to your support.  While I am thankful for his gratitude I know anyone’s success in life is attributed to their own hard work and dedication.  Everyone needs someone in life to believe in them and support them through their challenges and I am grateful to know that I work in a job that allows me to contribute that to people’s lives every single day. No matter what job you do, you reap what you sow so it’s always important to be kind and respectful to everyone you meet. 

Now that I’ve said that about my job, I’m applying for another job. No matter what I do it will always be important for me to be in a role to positively impact change in systems and/or support individuals with the challenges they encounter. I am successful with that in my current role but it’s time for me to look beyond, for bigger change and bigger impact. The job that I am referring to has great potential and although I know I could do it and excel at it, I know it’s hella outta my league. Despite knowing that it’s a hoop dream, I fully intend to apply in the hopes that worst case scenario I keep my name in the back of the minds of those in leadership roles who’s work ethic and values are both inspirational and admirable to me.

And now, can of coke drank and classical music on, imma gonna write the shit outta this application paper. 

Day 174: enter my cat in a contest

Apparently posting a day behind is my new reality. Work this week has been ridic, I should just play circus music on repeat. After work yesterday I ate and then submitted a photo of my very handsome cat to the local humane society 2015 calendar contest. Mr July? I think so!! While I was at it I went full on crazy cat lady and downloaded the “cat piano” app on my phone. I’m not embarrassed.

I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep watching an episode of archer around 6pm. I was dreaming archer dreams when my phone rang. I was confused and half asleep and answered it: “hello? Cocaine?” Luckily it was only me winning another cruise.

Day 173: Order and not drink a margarita

Yet again I’m a day behind, this is yesterday’s post. And it’s a sad one. I love me a well made margarita and last night I went to my favourite Mexican place that makes the best margaritas I’ve ever had. They are so good that I overlook the fact that they are served in a glass with a stem that is shaped like a cactus.

The other sad part? I couldn’t even finish my meal. Actually I’m okay with that part because now I have leftovers for lunch today. For the last few years I’ve been on meds that increase appetite and finally these new pills that I’m on decrease appetite. It’s about damn time.

I took my kids out for dinner last night to tell them that I was moving back home. They responded with raised fists….. Until one of them realized that their favourite room to play would now be my bedroom. Then there was sulking and enquiries as to why I didn’t like my apartment anymore. Kids are selfish little buggers.

Oooh, I have a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie that I was too full to eat last night. Breakfast? I think so!