People act like Saturday is such a big deal. Not for me, I always have to work so it's just another day. So I'm sitting here at work just playing on my computer and texting with my sister. Nothing is going on here yet I have managed to kill 7 hours. Time just gets eaten, I don't know where it goes.
This time thing is an issue a lot. I have no concept of how much time has passed or how long any activity will take. It's funny because if I'm at an event or in a situation where I am not either in control or fully enjoying myself then time crawls. But when I'm by myself, doing what I want or just going about my business, time slips away. When I am out or shopping or doing anything away from my house or work I have to check my watch constantly just to stay on track.
Apparently this time issue is an aspergers thing. Weird, it's been a problem my whole life and I just thought it was my personality, only now do I discover that it's part of a wiring problem in my brain. But in reality, whatever the reason, it's very annoying. I wish that I didn't have to adhere to any schedule other than my own.
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Saturday, 21 April 2012
so tired
I'm exhausted. I shouldn't have drank an entire bottle of wine, but I did. That coupled with the fact that I have been setting my alarm for 7:00 a.m. so I can walk the dog has combined to make me one very tired Penny.
Oh well. onward and upward. I have finished a huge bag of broccoli, so that challenge is done. As for the salmon, I have indeed been eating it daily, but I'm getting tired of it.
I'm sucking on a nicotine lozenge, blech. Why do I have this addiction? Smoking is a terrible thing.
Oh well. onward and upward. I have finished a huge bag of broccoli, so that challenge is done. As for the salmon, I have indeed been eating it daily, but I'm getting tired of it.
I'm sucking on a nicotine lozenge, blech. Why do I have this addiction? Smoking is a terrible thing.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
The stench
I took the bus to work today. The bus that I catch is always busy, you're lucky to get a seat. I usually stand. I absolutely hate it. I can walk to work but the weather and my time management skills (actually the lack there of) conspire against me so I end up on the bus in spite of the torture that it is. Today was no different except that I spotted a seat as soon as I got on.
So I plopped my butt down in the seat, gathered my shoulder bag onto my lap and stared straight ahead while tensing all of my muscles so as to in no way touch the passenger next to me. I barely looked at him, naturally he was bent over the tiny screen of a cell phone. Then it hit me, the stench. A smell so horrifying and cloying that my nasal passages began watering immediately, probably trying to rinse themselves out. I was afraid to breathe through my mouth because as awful as the smell was I just knew the taste would be worse. I swivelled my head in the opposite direction trying desperately to find a breeze or an area of freshness all to no avail.
The most terrifying part of this brief encounter was the fact that this smell was familliar. I had suffered this assault before. I turned my head slightly to steal a glance at my seat mate, who was still engrossed in his phone (thankfully!). My suspicions were confirmed, I had met this dude before. He's actually a very cute boy in his early 20s, he dresses well and looks fine. But the smell, oh the smell. He had come in to my place of work a few months ago looking for a job. We chatted by the door for a moment and when I brought him in to grab his resume and get his number I was clobbered by a stench that was so strong I thought I could reach out and touch it. Suffice it to say that no matter how desperate we are for staff there is no way in hell that this kid has a chance.
I wonder what's wrong with him?
So I plopped my butt down in the seat, gathered my shoulder bag onto my lap and stared straight ahead while tensing all of my muscles so as to in no way touch the passenger next to me. I barely looked at him, naturally he was bent over the tiny screen of a cell phone. Then it hit me, the stench. A smell so horrifying and cloying that my nasal passages began watering immediately, probably trying to rinse themselves out. I was afraid to breathe through my mouth because as awful as the smell was I just knew the taste would be worse. I swivelled my head in the opposite direction trying desperately to find a breeze or an area of freshness all to no avail.
The most terrifying part of this brief encounter was the fact that this smell was familliar. I had suffered this assault before. I turned my head slightly to steal a glance at my seat mate, who was still engrossed in his phone (thankfully!). My suspicions were confirmed, I had met this dude before. He's actually a very cute boy in his early 20s, he dresses well and looks fine. But the smell, oh the smell. He had come in to my place of work a few months ago looking for a job. We chatted by the door for a moment and when I brought him in to grab his resume and get his number I was clobbered by a stench that was so strong I thought I could reach out and touch it. Suffice it to say that no matter how desperate we are for staff there is no way in hell that this kid has a chance.
I wonder what's wrong with him?
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Maybe it's the vodka...
So, yeah, the vodka could be a factor here but I got it into my head that salmon pizza sounded like a pretty good idea.
Now before you get all horrified, just relax, this is in the hands of an expert. I have the dubious credentials of a pizza pro. I was in the pizza biz for a long time. At the tender age of 18 I worked in the phone room for Pizza 73 , which was a big deal in the olden days. It might have been the first pizza place in Edmonton to have computers and a central phone room and all that cool stuff. We wore headsets and had big, beige computers, it was awesome. After graduating from that school of hard knocks I moved on. All the way to Ontario where I dabbled in a series of hilarious jobs that I'm sure will come up at a later date. But anyway, I knew I had hit a home run when I ended up at Fat Alberts/Ralph's. Fat Alberts was the restaurant and Ralph's was the lounge, class all the way! Such a great place that my (then) husband and I bought a franchise. We quickly went broke, but damnit I know a shitload about pizza.
From there we moved to Calgary, just following the Canadian dream I guess. I landed firmly in my place with a stellar job at Pizza Hut where I finally achieved my status as a pizza pro. So if you doubt my prowess whipping up a salmon pizza I challenge you now.
See, the real quest for yumminess comes after you've worked with crappy pizza for a few years. It hones your taste buds and refines them to the point where ordinary pizza tastes like pure crap. I, my friends, am a connoisseur.
I'll let you know how it works out.
Now before you get all horrified, just relax, this is in the hands of an expert. I have the dubious credentials of a pizza pro. I was in the pizza biz for a long time. At the tender age of 18 I worked in the phone room for Pizza 73 , which was a big deal in the olden days. It might have been the first pizza place in Edmonton to have computers and a central phone room and all that cool stuff. We wore headsets and had big, beige computers, it was awesome. After graduating from that school of hard knocks I moved on. All the way to Ontario where I dabbled in a series of hilarious jobs that I'm sure will come up at a later date. But anyway, I knew I had hit a home run when I ended up at Fat Alberts/Ralph's. Fat Alberts was the restaurant and Ralph's was the lounge, class all the way! Such a great place that my (then) husband and I bought a franchise. We quickly went broke, but damnit I know a shitload about pizza.
From there we moved to Calgary, just following the Canadian dream I guess. I landed firmly in my place with a stellar job at Pizza Hut where I finally achieved my status as a pizza pro. So if you doubt my prowess whipping up a salmon pizza I challenge you now.
See, the real quest for yumminess comes after you've worked with crappy pizza for a few years. It hones your taste buds and refines them to the point where ordinary pizza tastes like pure crap. I, my friends, am a connoisseur.
I'll let you know how it works out.
Monday, 16 April 2012
Oh the torment
I upgraded (ha) to the new google plus or whatever the hell it is and suddenly I was unable to post. So then I had to install google chrome on my work computer no less. This better not screw up anything else I have on here or weirdly sync everything so that it's all creepily connected. Yikes, there are things on this computer that I just plain old cannot have attached to my silly blog! Sheesh!
I didn't post again last night because I didn't cheer up until after midnight and although I wanted to write a quick little something the wireless internet does not extend to the bedroom in my palatial 1000 square foot mansion. strangley though I can access my home internet from the bus stop which is 3 doors down from my house. Will wonders ever cease?
Now I am heading out of work to go meet my brother for an evening of improv and drinking. I will be in the audience, not on the stage.
I didn't post again last night because I didn't cheer up until after midnight and although I wanted to write a quick little something the wireless internet does not extend to the bedroom in my palatial 1000 square foot mansion. strangley though I can access my home internet from the bus stop which is 3 doors down from my house. Will wonders ever cease?
Now I am heading out of work to go meet my brother for an evening of improv and drinking. I will be in the audience, not on the stage.
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Already a failure
I already missed a day of posting. Does that mean that I have to post twice today and bore the world extra? My blog, my rules. I will decide later.
But I did all of the other stuff that I have to do every day. I can certainly tell you that I'm getting a bit bored with salmon and broccoli. I'm trying to see if it really does make a difference in my skin. Not that my skin is bad, it's actually quite nice, but as a woman of a certain age the quest for a youthful appearance is never ending.
My gentleman companion is away this week. Hence all the dog walking. It's hard to work as much as I do and walk the dog a minimum of an hour a day. But it's good for me, I need to lose weight. Plus, I acyually like walking. The problem is the tremendously horrible weather. This morning before work I had to shovel snow. It's cold and wet and although this winter has been relatively mild, it's been long. I haven't worn anything other than boots since October.
This is a whiny post. I will cheer up later, possibly with the aid of a few vodkas. Then I will post again.
But I did all of the other stuff that I have to do every day. I can certainly tell you that I'm getting a bit bored with salmon and broccoli. I'm trying to see if it really does make a difference in my skin. Not that my skin is bad, it's actually quite nice, but as a woman of a certain age the quest for a youthful appearance is never ending.
My gentleman companion is away this week. Hence all the dog walking. It's hard to work as much as I do and walk the dog a minimum of an hour a day. But it's good for me, I need to lose weight. Plus, I acyually like walking. The problem is the tremendously horrible weather. This morning before work I had to shovel snow. It's cold and wet and although this winter has been relatively mild, it's been long. I haven't worn anything other than boots since October.
This is a whiny post. I will cheer up later, possibly with the aid of a few vodkas. Then I will post again.
Friday, 13 April 2012
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