Typical day in the life...

Ahhhh ok so I'm (prob?) going out with Irish tonight so all I really have time to do is vomit on this keyboard and GO-GO-GO!!

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So I went back to work Tuesday after a most blissful vacation. And I'm not ashamed to say... I was just not feelin' it. But everyone gets the back to work blahs, right? But then yesterday was even worse. But I'm happy to report that I've got my work-mojo back. We had things to do and people to talk to. (Plus, I don't think that it helped that both MW and I were in vacay mode, me coming back, and her about to go)

1. Today was a sharing day. I have a severe aversion to cargo-pants. Remember in the late-90's when they were in-style? Well, I was on BOARD with that fashion-trend. Jeans, casual pants, capris, shorts...and...even...dress pants. (acceptance is the first step.)

My name is Veronica, and in 1998 I wore black, slightly shiny, flares with cargo pockets. I've been clean and sober from cargo pockets since 2001.
SIDEBAR: Does anyone remember flares?!?

2. I brought the world's-most-depressing lunch. Leftovers from the other night: broccoli, green beans and baked potato. Which was delightful for dinner with the addition of butter, sour cream, green onions, pepper and cheese. But was downright depressing and plain sans accouterments. At least it was healthy. And satisfying. (And everything was just so delightfully fresh... (Good things grow in Ontario!)

3. My break got rained-out, so I abandoned my coffee and Eat Pray Love for celebrity gossip. Lindsay Lohan on suicide watch? (Of course, I'm reading gossip from July 26th, which in Hollywood, may as well be 10 years ago.)

4. I wouldn't mind going to jail. Especially for 90 days. Do you know how much reading you could catch-up on? Suck it up, buttercup. Jail would give me much-needed structure in my life. 3 square meals a day, time to work out, you can even get yourself edumacated. Plus all the fun activities? Movie night? Soft-ball leagues? Group rapes? Arts and crafts?

EDITOR'S NOTE: Jail is NOT fun for those wongfully convicted.

But if you do the crime, shoot, be prepared to do the time.

5. Why would I be sentenced to jail? I'll leave that open-ended.

6. If you come into the store, here's the sort of talking points I enjoy:

a) I get really stressed out at No-Frills trying to bag my own groceries.

b) I'm 25, but if you're a 50-something year-old woman, I will gladly sit and chat with you about how we're getting old. (Seriously, when all yall reach your seventieth birthdays and are having some sort of end-of-life crisis, I'll be chillin' in my rocker, watchin' my jeopardy, wearin' a cardigan.)

Hmmm, maybe I'll take a nap later.

c) Coming up on a significant wedding anniversary and looking for a fab way to renew your vows? Vegas, baby! Why not have Elvis officiate!?!

d) I covertly played hid-and-go seek with a small child. The game was even more thrilling, as I had to hide the entire game of hide-and-seek from the Boss.

7. It made my day!

8.
BOSS: Good news!!!
ME: Whaaaattt??!?!?
BOSS: I have permission to hire a male assistant manager.
ME: Oh... cool.............................. WAIT! Have you even found a male assistant to hire?
BOSS: No
ME: So you've secured permission in the unlikely scenario that you find a male assistant?
BOSS: It's nice to keep our options open.

(Well, I guess we've doubled our hiring-pool)

9. Don't even talk to me about Labour Day weekend.

10. Damn I forget the tenth point and my OCD dictates that things have to be even.

Oh, looking for Part 4 of the Bienvennue a Montreal series? I'm such a tease! Gotta keep ya comin' back for more.

I just need a quick nap, then I'm good to go.

I'm only 2 weeks into summer vacay and I'm already exhausted. Saying YES!! is really taking up a lot of my time. I received a text yesterday from my friend, and my stomach dropped. I literally couldn't do anything. I'm broke and exhausted. But all he wanted was to cancel tonight's plans, which was KICK ASS cause I was already double-booked and wondering how I was gonna swing plans with the mens and a date when neither party had anything concrete locked down. Wow, how I miss the days of lamenting my lack-of-social life and resulting boredom. I was relieved to have nothing on the horizon last night, and even more grateful for my first cancellation (although, hope that doesn't bring him bad karma...) But adventure still ensued last night. Because you know I'm always game to say YES!!...

Say YES!!

I'm not normally a do-er or a joiner. I'm lazy. I'm a home-body. But then I get bored at home, and wish that I accepted that invitation to go out. So Friday was epicness. And I worked all afternoon Saturday. But Irish had been bugging me alllll week to make my entire weekend epic, and go out with her Saturday night. I refused. She relented. I got home from work. I felt restless. And sad that the semester was all-of-a-sudden complete. I also felt on the verge of tears. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was relief. I love journalism, I adore school, I'm sexually attracted to all the people that litter my day. And now, my only reason to put on pants is work? Soul-crushing karma-killing work? Something had to be done. That's when I decided: I shall say YES! to everything this summer. And where did that take me? Well, a delightful day with the Donnelly-clan. I met her entire family: mom, dad, brother and 3 sisters. Predrank at her little brother's birthday kegger, complete with highschoolers. Went to a club in a strip plaza in Ajax for her sister's personal trainer's birthday. Chatted up the cabbie. Ate chicken wings and cake with the stragglers post-kegger. Slept in Aileen's chamber of horrors. Woke up to a breakfast feast fit for Wedding Crashers. Went to her little sister's Irish dancing recital in Etobicoke. Such delightful randomness. To which old-veronica would never have agreed to. But summer-veronica, that chick is different!

Allright, down to business

Today is the first Monday without school. God do I miss it. But also I feel invigorated by the possibility of summer. Goals? Gott 'em. 1. Grow my hair. (how deliciously passive of a goal) 2. Schedule adventure and make time for shenanigans. 2b. Say YES! to everything. 3. clean and organize house (eeeeeEEE!Eeeee!!!EeeEEAAAGHJHHHHDFjfhjzg!!!!BAAAH!) It'll be frightening. I guess diet and exercise and saving money belongs under the sub category of monotony. 4. Be sober as little as possible. (see note 2. and 2b.) 5. Get this blog dun rite. 5a. post my stories. 5b. email thank yous to people I've done stories on... all the way back to September. Uh-oh. Maybe to sent them Christmas card as well. To make up for it. 6. Find sources for my beat magazine about Sex. 7. Send mail to Dan Heyman. (Immagonna stalk the CRAP out of him) 8. clean hard drive. Scary thought as well. 9. Take a photograph everyday 10. read/watch/listen to the news every day 11. Aileen's bday prezzy 11a. parents 30th wedding anni 11b. crazy stupid presents for parents for xmas 12. get my portfolio together 13. take bellydance classes 14. work on either my french or piano or my tan 15. read a book a week 16. twitter and FB 17. work on my book(s) 18. research for note 6. 19. create a rolodex of sorts 20. get a tattoo