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Birthcontrol, Visa, my mom,FAIL

I bet your wondering what all four of these have in common…  Oh but they do!  See I am sure that I mentioned that some punk ass douche-bag \”compromised\” my Visa so mine was canceled as a precautionary measure.  So because of that  I had to wait for the new card to be sent to my mom\’s house in ON and then wait for her to send it to me registered mail.  Shiny new visa comes in last Thursday and I finally got off my ass to go to the post office and pick up because I had to sign for it.  So that\’s fine, I open up the envelope only to discover that my card wasn\’t ready to use, had to either activate it online or via telephone due to the chip I have with the pin.  So I tried to do it online but because I\’m not the primary card holder I apparently needed some of my moms info.  Turns out I didn\’t (bastards) but you know c\’est la vie.  So I dropped it off at home and trekked over to Gryphon to see two of my favorite people.  Had lunch with two of my favorite customers, played catch up and ran off to work to pick up my pay.

So I go to work, grab my pay, briefly tormented Freeman for a while.  So I detach my cheque from my pay stub (we use a company now) sign it, fold it in 1/2, shove it into my back pocket and run off to the bank that is literally 2 blocks away!  So as soon as I get there, I discovered that my pay was GONE.  W.T.F?!?!?!  Seriously?  FAIL!  F.A.I.L!  So I hoped that maybe it fell out of my pocket at work somewhere and went back.  I of course re-traced my steps which was pointless because it was nice and windy today and who knows where on earth it ended up?  So back at C.O.C, I called my manager to get the number of our payroll company to put a stop payment on it.  It was around 4:45, guess who closes at 4:30?  THE FUCKING PAYROLL COMPANY!  I was thinking seriously?  Your joking right?  So I ran back to the bank just to have a note put on my account file with the cheque number stating that I had lost it and to not accept it should someone try to cash it in my name because I signed it at work.  Which sounds crazy to some people but sometimes its actually safer because then no one can attempt forgery.  I consigned myself with the fact that most banks close at 4pm, which today being the ONLY time I was actually thankful for that!  I\’m hoping that if someone actually found it, that in an attempt to cash it they use the bank machine…  Yeah I know sounds nuts but I\’m thinking I should have a stop payment in place before it actually gets removed from said machine and cleared by the bank, best scenario.  Worst scenario, someone actually was able to cash it  on my behalf and then the payroll company tells me how utterly fucked I am…  We\’ll see what happens.

So I thought, all is not totally lost because I have a Visa (thanks mom!) so at least I have access to some funds and won\’t be totally poor and can just slap my pay onto that when I actually get it.  Except that wasn\’t meant to happen either…  I do all my running around, then I head off to the pharmacy to pick up my birth control pills for the month and what do you know?  MY FUCKING VISA CARD DOESN\’T WORK!  I was about ready to loose it at this point, but it was almost 7pm IE: free mins kick in, so I call the handy 800 number on the back.  \”Oh I\’m sorry miss your not the primary card holder\” So I said yeah I know, its my mom.  \”Oh is your mom there (in a condescending talking to a child tone)\” I said yeah well, she\’s home but she also lives 650km away in Ontario and I\’m in Montreal.   \”Well I need to speak with her before I do anything to the account because I have security questions I have to ask her\” .  Fine, its a security thing, I get that.  However all I wanted was my damn baby prevention script!  You see, they keep me sane and baby free, oh yeah and I don\’t have breakouts either but that\’s a side effect I\’m willing to live with.  In spite of the fact that I have awesome skin like that (thanks mom!).  So I walk home, call my mom in ON, tell her what happened and asked her to call me back once she\’s off the phone with them praying that it doesn\’t take hours.

So mom calls me back and I apologized for horribly inconveniencing her like that because I knew she wasn\’t feeling well.  She said its no problem Steph, I\’m your mom that\’s what you do as a parent.  See this is why I don\’t have kids, they\’re a pain in the ass!  I do however love my mom and all that she does for me <3.  However my mom tends to tell people a little too much on occasion, you know like the tattoo I have on my vag.  Yeah my mom goes out of her way to tell people about it.  One of these days someone\’s going to ask to see it and you know I most likely will show them.  Doesn\’t matter because my girly bits are going to be part of an art book (that\’s a whole other story).  Anyway getting off topic here…  So the person on the phone was a woman and my mom says to her my daughter went to the pharmacy to get her B/C pills but her card didn\’t work.  I don\’t need that to happen (her?  What about me? lol) she says oh yes, she would need those, can\’t have that happening now or she\’d blame Scotia for it (yes, yes I would).  Apparently they both though that was hilarious.  I however not so much.  Sooooooo I got my card activated and verified, head back to JCP for a second time, wouldn\’t you know it…  MY FUCKING VISA DIDN\’T WORK AGAIN!  So I told the poor cashier I was sorry for being such a pain, she says oh no, I feel bad for you.  I know you need them (yes, yes I do!).  So as I\’m walking home I passed a dep that had an ATM, thought well maybe its just the terminal?  Hello cash advance attempt.  Success!  Grabbed some cash and went back to the pharmacy for the THIRD time and finally got my pills.

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Holy F**K psycho alert! Consider this a PSA

OK so if anyone really knows me, I blog about a ton of stuff but rarely do I talk about my personal life…  However sometimes, you need to do the world a favor and essentially provide them with a PSA (public service announcement).  Yes I know what I am about to say/do is flat out wrong but you know what?  Men are really starting to piss me off these days and this guy really managed to get my panties in the biggest freaking knot EVER!  Of all the \”dates\” I\’ve been on lately, there\’s only one that stands out in my mind as actually being good, I mean great, screw that fabulous.  So thank you \”V\” for at least convincing me that not every guy is a psychopathic douche-bag!  At least some people, OK one person didn\’t leave a bad impression.  Wish I could say that for the others but man, this guy really took the cake and blew me away!  Yes I know I should have walked away and left well enough alone but you know what, yeah this time I just can\’t seem to let it go.  Once I get sucked into an argument, no matter how petty I WILL have the last word dammit and I did!

We started chatting briefly on one of those rare occasions I was on MSN…  I\’m rarely on there, I just don\’t have the time.  I thought he was too much of a pretty boy for my own personal tastes but hey, who am I to judge right?  So anyway warning bells started coming forth but not the screaming siren sort.   Mostly based on what he said, but I thought meh what\’s the harm in going to meet him right?  So we made plans to go to a cafe beside his work on Notre Dame I\’m thinking its this one Has a PHD in engineering (take notes kids!).  Bear in mind that I totally gave up everything I was planning on doing to go meet this guy for a date.  He\’s leaving for New York for a conference (hope his plane crashes) in the afternoon and was going to be gone for a few days and since I have a few days off of work, why waste them?

Anyway, got a call from a friend who needed some help with her computer.  So I told her that I was on my way to this date with Eric and I would be a while.  Meaning I would be there within the hour if things didn\’t work out or a few hours if they did.  So as I am about to walk in there, he texts me back telling me not to come.  I was like WTF I\’m there and your pulling this shit on me?  So here\’s a transcript of our text message conversation, then you can tell me what you think about the whole thing. Love my cell phone for this!  This is also why I don\’t give anyone my land line number!  Very few people actually have it & there\’s a reason for that!

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Slightly somber, kinda sexist & then some…

So I bit the bullet and contacted Jason\’s family with my intentions.   Its something I\’ve been meaning to do for a while but I\’ve been hesitant to do so because really who am I to decide when its OK to hone in on someone\’s grief?  I can only hope that the end result is positive as opposed to negative…  I\’m in the process of filling out the monsoon of paperwork that the government requires me to fill out to obtain actual charity status.  Originally I was going to go the not for profit route because it gave me more flexibility in terms of who I could/couldn\’t donate to.  However being recognized as an actual registered charity I will hopefully be taken more seriously and I can also issue tax receipts which generally encourages more people to give.  This is a big deal to me and I will do everything in my power to make it happen.  To get around the French bullshit that the QC government slaps on you for being well anything in QC, I\’m registering it in Ontario.

QC just has SO much red tape, everything has to be filled out in French, needs a French name blah blah blah so fuck em.  That\’s one thing Jason and I had in common, him being in New Mexico had to deal with the whole Spanish thing.  Myself living in Quebec and dealing with the French, well needless to say we had similar gripes.  OK yes QC\’s official language IS French but I am from Ontario so it just feels like the right thing to do.  Not only that, Jason and I are both Anglophones, so QC you can kiss my pasty white derriere and yes in case you were wondering its totally legal as long as its registered in Canada.  I\’m pretty excited about making this happen!  I\’m not saying anything more then that for now, but big plans for the future are most certainly ahead 🙂

Which once again leads me to work…  Don\’t I always talk about work 97% of the time?  Well today is no different, wish it was but alas its not meant to be.  OK this is going to sound racist but it is what it is.  As much as I hate stereotypes, one I can\’t help but think that some cultures do it to themselves.  Like a good friend of mine is fond of saying:\”They had to start somewhere right?\” I totally agree!  I personally don\’t care who you are, where your from, what your skin color is blah blah blah.  That means nothing to me, however it really gets my panties in a knot when people use the whole \”in my country\” shit.  Fuck you, THIS IS CANADA!  Deal with it, or quite simply go back to wherever your country is where that BS is acceptable, it however doesn\’t fly here.

Prime example, when I worked at the university we had tons of international students because of certain laws set forth if you were in fact an international student; you had to work at/for the university.  So this one snotty brat from ******** was asked to do some dishes, he pointedly said to his superior and I quote:\”I will do no such thing, in my country that\’s woman\’s work\” Excuse me?  So yeah needless to say he was terminated.  So today we have a new guy come in from the same country.  He asked me if the chicken needed to be sliced and portioned, I was on my way out and its not my job to train this little bastards so I said sure go ahead.  Then he says to me:\” Get me a container to put this in\”  Excuse me?  Or more like excuse you!  Where are your fucking manners you ignorant prick?  First of all, I\’m higher up on the totem pole then you WILL EVER be, secondly, you DON\’T EVER talk to me like that.  So I made a point of saying:\”They\’re over there, get one YOURSELF\” he did so in a huff and proceeded to glare at me the entire time I was there.  Let me tell you something kid, I wear the pants in that kitchen.

Not only that, D\’s showing him around and says \’M will be in soon so just hang out and see what goes on as I was 10 mins away from leaving.  So he says oh there\’s no need I\’ve been cooking for 4 years now so it\’ll be easy for me.  I just need to know what\’s what and I\’ll be fine.  Four years eh?  Well I got news for you, I\’ve been doing it for SIXTEEN years.  So obnoxious!  So I of course while waiting to meet someone at the Cafe next door went out of my way to be as offensive and obnoxious as possible.  Needless to say Friday is going to be a REAL treat since I\’M the one who\’s working both Friday & Saturday night, therefore I\’M IN CHARGE can\’t wait!

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Douchebaggery! Among other things…

OK where can I start?  Really…  Thursday, a totally non douchey day!  I got to chill with the lovely Jen, Clint, Ron & Chantal before racing off to work for a few hours and then had a lovely gab with a very lovely person and her hubby.  So all in all it was a nice enjoyable day with good people & good conversation (thank you I needed that! <3).  Then Friday hit and everything just went to shit after that…  I get into work at 5pm as per the usual, nothing was too crazy but I had a feeling it was going to be \”one of those days\” all the while muttering I love my job…  Mostly to myself.  However sometimes most of the time I do in fact love where I work!  We have such a great team of people, lots of inside jokes, stupid little pranks and a pretty good atmosphere to top it off which is nice!  However culinary life, regardless of the role you partake in, isn\’t for everyone either.

My co-worker seemed at odds but he\’s still new-ish so that was the norm.  It does however get a little frustrating when you have to tell someone the same thing a 100 times.  If there\’s something wrong with you IE: you have a learning disability or something then for the love of God SAY SOMETHING!  Anyway, its about 6:15pm I\’m doing some dishes and general tidying up because Friday nights are usually pretty crazy and I wanted to be ready for the rush.  I happened to glimpse my co-worker sneaking out the door, thinking he was going out for a smoke.  Which irritated me to no end because we were only a little over an hour into service but whatever, gotta get your breaks in when you can right?  Then about 20 minutes roll by and I asked my manager if he could track him down because it was starting to pick up a little bit.  He left…  Didn\’t say a word to anyone, just snuck out the back door and out the alley in the back and went home.  Are you fucking kidding me?!?

Thankfully two people rose to the occasion and came into bail my ass out along with my manager (thanks guys!  I really appreciated that!) and all in all Friday night in spite of loosing a staff member was actually pretty smooth overall.  Didn\’t leave until 5am but it got done without any major mishaps.  So as much as that pissed me off, because that\’s such a white trash, douchy thing to do; in the end it was OK.  So I went home, crawled into my uber amazing bed and slept soundly.  So then Saturday rolls around, poor D had to work to replace my MIA co-worker which had to suck but we got it done.  We were having a good time, Saturday in fact was full of fun, laughter and some really bad commentary.  I had high hopes in spite of working with yet another new guy who had only worked a few shifts.  We were having a great time…  That is until about 9-ish when the whining started.  I have ZERO tolerance for anyone who whines, especially a 19 year old law student…   Asking me for a break when you\’ve only been there for 2 hours, TWO HOURS?!? Are you kidding me?  So whatever I figured he might as well take on now because if it got busy then the chances of him getting one at all were pretty nil.  Still irritating though just the same.

Then the nagging started…  Can I go home? No.  Why not? Because I said so.  and on and on it went.  This kid was really starting to get on my nerves!  Then it got busy, it got to the point where I was SO frustrated I wanted to cry.  It takes a lot to get me to that point…  I was so tired, I just quite simply couldn\’t take it anymore!  I didn\’t know if I was coming or going, my co-worker well there\’s only certain things he knows how to do and I tell ya sneaking out that backdoor was MORE then a little appealing to me.  If you know what I mean.  So I texted my immediate boss to make him aware of the situation and well to air out some frustration while I was at it.  I also mentioned to the owner who was working that night that I needed stronger help on the busiest days.  I mean seriously, we broke a fucking sales record last night!  Strong staff IS required!  What did he do? Shrugged it off and bacially gave me a look that said:\”what do you want me to do about it?\” FUCK THAT!

So I\’m out…  I can\’t do this anymore.  Culinary life has been my life since I started working.  Its whoring up all my time, making me bitter, jaded and so. very. angry.  I am going back to school but I wanted to pare down my Visa bill a little bit first but you know what?  I don\’t think that I can wait any longer…  So in the meantime I am \”exploring\” other avenues outside of my career field that can tide me over until I get my BA, hell even a diploma would suffice at this time.  Which sucks so hard because I love where I work!  The stress, the bullshit and the drama however is enough to make me want to throw myself in front of a bus!  When you walk out of work needing some Valium its time to go…  I\’m going to miss that place though when I go 🙁

On a random note, I really miss Jason!  So much!  I also miss being in school…  Who knew?