Category Archives: we have fun

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The train wreck saga continues…

OK so no I have no real reason to complain (kinda), I could be in Haiti right now.  Not to be totally ungrateful because you know, for the most part I have it pretty damn good.  At least in some regards…  There is one “situation” (for lack of a better term) that I have 0 intentions of complaining about because well its awesome extraordinary ;).  However on the not so awesome side of things…  Work (do I talk about anything else?) yeah got my schedule yesterday and I have a whole two shifts.  TWO!  WTF?  Max is on vacation and aside from Darren *I* have the most seniority hello!  So I have five freaking days off of work, not so awesome when your not expecting them, and when you had four days off the previous week as well.  SCREW YOU READING WEEK!  Hopefully I get a call back from the daycare I applied to on Tuesday.  Yeah me, working a daycare.  That’s beyond hilarious!  I will however be the executive Chef, in charge of snacks and meals for 80 birth control failures adorable little children.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate kids.  I love anyone Else’s children.  Its also quite similar to the work I did at Concordia so its not like its foreign to me.  Oh and to top it off, I forgot to top up my damn phone and lost the killer plan I had grandfathered in.  Shit!  So yeah no text messages from me today, must call virgin and make sure I get my text pack back. Done!

We shall see what happens though in the meantime.  In any case I can’t afford this, so I’m thinking prostitution,perhaps looking for a new job.  Mostly I want to go back to school, badly.  Yeah I know, WTF is wrong with me?  Ask my mom how many schools I got kicked out of (Hi Mom, I love you!) *yes, my mommy reads my blog*. However being an adult changes everything.  Age to me isn’t relevant.  Age really is just the numerical definition of how many years you’ve been on this earth, it does not denote how many years you’ve lived.  Physically I’m 31, can pass for 24 on a good day but I’m old on the inside.

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Come again? Tales of woe, drama and useless junk…

You know, my life is epic.  Truly, there’s never a dull moment and when there is I tend to cherish them.  Kind of like good people in my life…  Someone said to me the other day:”Is every guy you know (or been involved with, something to that effect) an ass?” To which I simply replied it would seem like that wouldn’t it?  Except he’s not (YAY, well at least not yet).  Oddly enough I got to thinking to myself would I appreciate him for who he is nearly as much as I do had I not encountered such douche-baggery through the years?  Likely not, but who am I to say?  Everything does happen for a reason does it not?  OH yeah speaking of douche-bags, I just about damn near lost it yesterday when I turned my phone back on after trekking all across Montreal yesterday afternoon to find my text message in-box flooded with messages from Micheal.  Micheal who has his own tag on my blog (mostly because he’s the only person I know who uses the word wow so much) and he’s also the guy who stood me up and pissed me right. the. fuck. off.Gives me the weakest reasoning behind why I haven’t heard from him in two months, yes that’s right TWO months.  That was the biggest insult of all!  Honestly, I wasn’t born yesterday, please don’t insult my intelligence like that!

I call bullshit, because really, I have several e-mail accounts (don’t ask I just do) and he has the two that I generally utilize the most.  So did he leave his laptop with said person who had his phone too?  I have a really hard time believing that.  You see he’s been dropping in and out of my life like a damn yo-yo.  I finally put my foot down and said this is it, you pull some stunt like that again and your done.  I know people are busy, we ALL have lives.  blah blah blah…  However after such a long period of time why bother?  It was made quite clear to me that apologizing wasn’t his intention(he even went as far to say that there was no apology in his message(s) to me), yet he felt “I had the right to know & what I’m(meaning me) thinking isn’t true”.  So obviously he still cares.  Awe how sweet, guess what?  I DON’T.  As in care.  Regardless of whether your sorry or not, its too late to apologize anyway.  You won’t ever have the best of me.  I have chosen to move on.  I made a promise to myself and anyone who truly knows me, knows that I don’t make promises that I have no intentions of keeping. NEXT!

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The wow factor & other misc junk

Funny thing about me, I’m pretty bold 95% of the time.  Usually inappropriate, blunt, straightforward, too honest and you know all that stuff.  That other 5%, I’m shy, yes I said it!  Pick your damn jaw off the floor kids because its true.  Do you really think I was always this way?  No.  I can actually credit being a Chef to me being the way that I am.  Because when you work in an industry ruled by testosterone you pretty much have to grow your own pair and fight the fight of your life.  There is no one who’s going to stick up for you if your not willing to stick up for yourself.  So most of the time I can hide it and I do it quite well.  However being a Chef has its downfalls…  You tend to become bitter & jaded (or maybe that’s just me?) and a million other things.  Maybe it just feels that way? Hence the reason I’m getting out, which couldn’t come sooner if you ask me but now sadly is not the time.  Need to get settled into a new job first and once again pay off that evil Visa bill of mine.  I however have goals and they will be accomplished somehow….

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And so it goes

God there’s just SO much to tell and seemingly not enough time to cram it into one blog post but alas I shall try my absolute best just the same!  So let’s back track to Thursday, the St. Woods party.  What a party that was!  It was an alleged costume party, which I really didn’t care to partake in per say.  I had planned all along to go as a nudist on strike and a few friends had attire planned.  So Kudos to Mag’s for making a wonder woman costume out of duct tape!  Seriously it was awesome, in spite of the fact that she didn’t take her jacket off all night because no one else was dressed up at all.  Poor girl!  Yeah she was pretty pissed about that.   Who can blame her though really?

On a quickie side note, I’m actually thankful for this whole auto-save thing.  As irritating as it can be, I actually started writing this a few days ago and gave up when fire fox decided to act like a douche bag crash on me continuously throughout the evening.  Oh I also finally hooked up my printer & thank God so far it works.  Oh and my computer has a birthday, November 14th 2009.  Just putting it out there… Yep, I’m a total nerd 🙂

Anyway back to my drunken debauchery that was last Thursday, not to mention totally EPIC! So was the epic and not  nearly as fun worse hangover I’ve had in a almost a decade  that I had the next day.  I don’t drink much as a rule (I know strange when my career is loaded with alcoholics)  and its rare that I get that drunk obnoxiously wasted.  However Drunk Steph is an obnoxious bitch really fun!  At least according to my fellow party goers.   Mostly because I don’t care have no shame.  It was cold (-30, blustery and snowy) and there I am wearing a tiny sweater & a bitching camisole I got at Christmas.  When I should have been wearing a snowsuit!  For some reason, they took the door off the girls bathroom which wouldn’t have been an issue had it not been “single usage”.  I discovered that boys (by that I mean 17 y/o)  use the lamest excuses to try and talk to my hot friends and myself (but asked Darren’s opinion to make it seem less obvious), I had some kid following me around all night wanting to look down my shirt at my awesome cleavage admire my killer chest pieces, wearing red sequined horns isn’t that strange, drinking champagne straight from the bottle is trailer park trashy totally acceptable at Vinyl and I am quite the plumber when I’m wasted.  Oh and drunk texts, yeah I took the cake with those.  Poor Vince…  This is what I sent him from the bar:”  Holy rhht i’m just fuckim loadedg 4vs  Unreal holy rhht i’m yeah wow I can barely snd let alone uext OMFG WHAT A NIGHT! Th4s place is clearhn nut. feel bad 4 thE GVYS. Opps anxway got hired at that place is sum swanky heakth clab in VSL  duno how i’ma getin Home oh wej l i’ll get there somehn kol.”

I managed to bribe con pay one of our drivers to take me home.  Cos there was no way I was making it home on my own accord (could have grabbed a taxi but with the weather J was easier).  So meanwhile waiting for him to finish work, and having a early morning dinner, R asks me to make a quick delivery to the hotel a few doors down.  I was still pretty drunk but getting tired wanted to sleep kind of drunk at this point.  Of course the hotel is FULL of teenagers from NY going to Mt. Tremblant the next day.  So this kid is arguing with me about the exchange rate, tried to pay me off in Bacardi and meanwhile I’m thinking I just want your money so I can leave and crawl into my awesome bed.  Didn’t have the energy to argue and didn’t want to case a scene either.  So in lieu of a tip, and before he paid me we did oh I dunno at least 10 straight shots.  So there I go, completely loaded ALL over again.  Well not over again but it totally renewed my drunkenness that’s for damn sure!  So J makes sure I get home in one piece and not wanting to sleep through my shift the next day I set what I thought was my alarm…

Nope I actually changed the time on my clock 2 hours ahead of time.  So thinking that it was 10:30 am when my bladder demanded that I wake up, it was only 8:30am.  WTF SERIOUSLY!?! So I crawled to my fridge for my stash of vitamin water (I’m pretty sure I was still kinda drunk) borderline hungover to try and ward off the evil effects of what I knew was to come.  Except I drank it way too fast and well my body didn’t much care for that.  Sleep? Yeah forget about that…  Worst sleep I have had in ages, which sucked!  There’s nothing worse then a pre-dawn hangover and you can’t sleep worth a damn.  This is precisely why I don’t drink that much…  Yeah it was fun and its been a damn long time since I’ve stepped foot in a bar for a fairly major event as opposed to casual hanging out.  At least I know I can still hold my liquor, but thinking I should space that out just a little more…  One minute I wasn’t feeling any pain and then the next minute (or at least it felt that way)I was utterly smashed.

So I get a new job, guys at work take it exceptionally well!  They all thanked me for my professionalism in not sneaking out the back door like Cody did.  Its tempting to, I ain’t going to lie…  However I *am* an adult (at least in a numerical definition) and nothing that they have done to me personally (which is nothing but treat me with respect) I shall respond in kind.  If anything I am fiercely loyal to anyone who matters and I love those guys in my own twisted kind of way.  Even if most of them call me mom which deserves a smack in the face if it wasn’t so funny!  Because I do sound like their mom on occasion and being that I am not only the oldest, I’m also the only woman who works in the kitchen.  So D asked me if I was going to still bring them care packages from time to time.  Seems like I’m the only one (aside from him) who’s  gone out of their way to make sure things run smoothly.  That and just have what we need on hand.  Like a proper hand soap dispenser. So D in his typical smart-ass fashion says to me “Hey Steph, you still going to bring us in hand soap and socks and stuff?”  I just laughed and said not likely.  Although I’m not officially leaving per say.  I offered to fill in if someone needed a day off/called in sick that sort of thing.  Maybe I’ll even work a shift.

So today after being seriously annoyed with not having a peeler (we had 3, who knows where they are), then having our silicone pastry brush go MIA, one of the seasoning shakers break and countless other little things that I happen to be super anal retentive about to maintain some proper organization and what have you, I went shopping today.  This is why I love the dollar store: You can buy some sanity for the sum of $18.07 brilliant!  No point in going high end when you know shits going to end up missing/broken regardless of how much you paid for it.  Oh and I bought D some socks, which he thought was hilarious.  So I knew I was going to be a few mins late, told him I was shopping and had the ultimate care package.  He texts me back with “Ha ha, awesome?!  Thanks Mom!” lol.  Cheeky bastard, I’m going to miss that guy…

As for said new job, well I called Chris on Monday.  I had the interview on Thursday and he told me that he would get back to me “sometime next week” once he knew what the story was and dealt with some things.  OK fine.  However I left the COC crew in limbo as to when I was leaving exactly and I thought there was nothing wrong with doing a follow up right?  Well he somewhat blew me off with the whole I told you on Friday (actually it was Thursday) that I had to blah blah blah and I’ll call you in the middle of the week.  Well to me that means Wed.  Although I need to keep in mind that being a Chef myself, your schedule doesn’t confer with the norm either.  But still…  So no phone call thus far.  Its technically Friday so needless to say I’m BEYOND annoyed.  I quit my job already 2 people have been hired to replace me  and while G assured me that there was hours to be had, I don’t want to take away from the new guys either because its not fair.  So once again I’m looking for a job.  I swear to God this is a vicious cycle.  I’m also applying for school soon once my new Visa arrives.  Started boxing again, can’t wait to get in a better frame of mind.  Need to take better care of myself…