Wow, Bingo is way harder than I remember...
I don't know what this says about my time here, but last night was one of the best nights I've had out on the West Coast. The good news is that bingo dabber ink washes off - the even better news is - the blue dot from the centre of my forehead is gone. I have learned a few things about Bingo though: the way it was played in elementary school was a lot easier - 1 line, or an X, here you needed lines and boxes on the same card; there are a lot of really serious Bingo players (God Forbid you yell Bingo and don't have it - we were afraid of being mobbed by an army of bingo dabber carrying seniors); and if you play Bingo with the right mix of people then the 2.5 hours flys by. The first thing we did is make sure we all had dots in the middle of our foreheads and it went down hill from there we had spots on our arms and every spare piece of paper, who would have thought they could be so much fun; although I guess with names like Angel Glo, Oh! Shit, and Star Britte I should have known.
A few comments that made the evening memorable:
"And I thought the statement once you go black you can't go back ment something else entirely" - Abby on why she still has black hair
"When you are asleep I am going to dabber your dink"- One of our many rainbow coloured wars.
"I didn't know you could get burritos in a box"
"The power of positive thinking"
At the end of the night it was our general consensus that from now on the best way to get through Bingo would be to have beverages that had been *spiked*.
Haven't seen my roomate at all today - therefore there is nothing to tell.
The Queen & BINGO
There was the greates picture on the front cover of the Globe and Mail this morning - it looks like the queen is playing Peak-a-Boo. Acutally
this is something you really have to see.
In other news my roommate did it again... I worry that one day I won't have something new and anoying to post - but she never fails to amaze me. Yesterday I was cooking dinner and every 5 minutes she would ask me if it was ready. First of all it's not like she ever cooks dinner and secondly its not like she ever does dishes. So every five minutes for half an hour she asks - and when it is ready to go she's playing a video game and tells me she'll eat later. It's like parenting a five-year-old. I will never need to have children.
Sometimes you have to just laugh. So living with my roommate I laugh constantly. In other news some bigwig is coming into work today and everyone is all stressed out. I'll have to keep my ears open to find out what's going on.
Tonight I get to do something I haven't done since I was a little kid. We are going to play BINGO with BINGO Dabbers and good luck charms and everything!! I'm stoked - maybe this time tomorrow I will be $250 richer ... but I doubt it!
Yummmm Soup
Yesterday while I was in the library they had for sale a 2nd edition Principles of Biochemistry and I almost bought it... Why? to *compare* it to the 5th edition I already have in order to see how much has changed in the world of biochemistry in the past 20 years. Something held me back though - Why the hell do I need *two* copies of the Biochemistry bible - I thought I hated it? Maybe not...
Horrible roomate story: her dog got into my room and ate a pair of my panties - I feel so violated - I walk into my room and there the dog is looking so guilty and one of my favourite pairs of la senza panties were soaked with dog drool and had tiny holes throughout it. I swear to god that dog is going to be the thing that drives me out of the apartment. Or maybe it is the leaning tower of Claire's dishes. OR the garbage she promised to take to the dumpster strewn along the walk because she put it outside and the crows got at it.
Work however, is great - MH is away and Len is hilarious... And now I have two days off I am stoked...
Off to make Hamberger Soup
Excellent
Someone has created a blog called
I hate my flatmate - in which they list one thing per day that their horrible roommate does to piss them off. It's genius. So from now on I will include one stupid work thing or one stupid roommate thing on every post.
Roommate - when one uses baby oil in the bathtub they should really rinse the tub out after to prevent the next person who steps in from slipping and killing themselves.
Roommates and Co-Workers
Between my selfish roommate and my irrisponsible co-worker I swear to god people are out to get me. My roommate who just returned from time abroad has resettled herself back into our apartment - and drank all the beer in the fridge and didn't go shopping for 6 days, thus effectively consuming all of my food. Usually this won't bother me, but she ate the food that I cooked after I finished the dishes. And last night when I reminded her of the dessert I made (but had not eaten), she helped herself to a massive piece, added ice cream and plopped down on the sofa next to me... and ate. Without even offering to cut me a piece.. 'Whatever when I got up to do dishes I cut myself some... She also gets cranky when her dog is not walked and fed - I get that she works, but really it's not my dog and I work to - she could walk it in the morning and feed it when she gets home but she never does. I actually feel sorry for the dog - it doesn't get outside for longer than a few minutes unless I take it for a walk. I enjoy having company in the small down setting - but I really hate feeling like my kindness is being abused... I swear sometimes it feels like I am babysitting.
Now lets talk about my co-worker, Meghann, who spends her entire shift using MSN and typing up cover-letters to apply for other jobs at other places. She has an on call job so more often than not everyone else's shifts get changed at the last min. to accomodate her - but we are currently so short staffed that our supervisor can't do anything about it. Even better when I come in for my morning shift after she has closed down - I spend the 1st hour reversing her mistakes, and doing the tasks that she didn't bother to do! I hate cleaning up after people, she leaves early, and makes mistakes left-right-and-centre, doesn't bother to do things, and won't take the time to learn what she doesn't know how to do. She just leaves little notes with - Angela, can you take care of XXYZ for me?? ARG.
Still Stuck in a Small Town
Well the good news is it is still really pretty out here - the waves still call to the surfers and they are still surfing despite the fact that the harbour had a layer of ice on it this morning... Some food for thought - what kind of moron goes into the water when it is freezing - salt water - freezing. Salt water isn't suppose to freeze and when it does it is too damn cold to surf. Another thing - there is a million places to walk and things to do in the daytime - beach after beach; some sandy others rocky, there are trails and views it is great. However, when the sun goes down the only thing to do is go to restaurants.... nothing else - not kidding. So the question that remains is how am I going to loose weight and keep my sanity?
