spoiled chinese girl

This week already promises to be more interesting than previous weeks.
First, on Saturday I got to play roadie to Strap-On Tools for a show in Richmond Hill. Where I got to make a fool of myself pretending to know how to rock-out at a “punk rock” show, while still taking my camera and turning it into a virtual strobelight. It was still fun, even though I continually claim that the $3.00 earplugs were the best investment I ever made.

Sunday I was invited to a BBQ for the Toronto Unicyclists because Robin from Saskatoon is back (he was in Toronto for almost 2 years on a co-op, then left right as I was getting into unicycling) and is right now stationed for the start of the NAUCC with a whole lot of other people. It was definately great seeing him as well as everyone else who was there. We talked shop, sleep walking and unciycles. Among other things.

Today (Monday) I was shown how to do estimates on the computer. So now I am not only a customer service representitive, an office bitch and shipper/receiver, I’m also learning to become an estimator. Well-padded resume here I come! It’s a bit stressful especally because the nice girl is away on vacation this week and I’m dreading the other 4 days with the not-so-nice girl. But I’ve also been given the task of checking up on production to make sure everything stays good. Suddenly my workload has doubled in a matter of minutes. Litterally the time it took to say all that.

So Tuesday and Wednesday will likely prove to be boring.
Thursday I’m not sure if we’re doing anything, at least I should hang out with Phil.
Friday I will be going to work, then packing up the car at Phil’s and flooring it to Ohio.
Saturday and Sunday will be spent in Ohio at the NAUCC.
Monday we’ll likely convoy back, with a stop at the duty free to pick up booze.
And maybe I’ll update somewhere in between.

I’m still in shock over Keith’s death. There isn’t anything to say other than I still expect him to come online, and bitch about my unicycle. Then I’ll mention something about something and he’ll put me in my place. His page is still in my friend update list. And that’ll never change.

Wednesday I got to go to my first Strap-On Tools show at Sneaky Dee’s. Twas fun. I took about 120 pictures but recorded 52 minutes of dead silence. That’s okay because there’s another show Saturday, that I’ve actually volunteered to work and help out. That’s what I’ll be doing tomorrow.

Thursday I got paid, and entered my cheque, then took out almost all the money to pay my parents for the car, my insurance and general “living expenses” even though I highly doubt I actually eat $100 of food a month. Oh well.

Today I’ve been sore and cranky. For all the wrong reasons.

From not wanting to get out of bed in the morning to being awake far too early after not sleeping for far too long. Add in the extreme desire to rant and swear at more than one stupid client that I wish I had the power to fire, and kick to the curb. Finally being blamed for things that I didn't do. (Litterally. Because I was never told to do them.) I should be heading to a bar and spending obscene amounts of dollars on alcohol I know will make me sick. And I just might. It's not like I won't sober up by the time I have to drive home.

Now it seems I only remember dreams from naps taken in the afternoon. Well my subconsious is my subconsious so here we go.

I’m apperently on vacation with Phil, and Jordan, and my parents (and other people I would bump into but I didn’t really know them) We’re in mexico. I at one point saw some kid stealing the headlights out of Phil’s rental car. Then later came back and stole the side mirrors. I was told kids around here do that because they sell it back to the dealerships for money, but since the car was insured it was okay, we would just call for replacements.

Even though we’re on vacation in Mexico, we apperently are not staying in mexico. We’re staying in New Brunswick, which is “just across the border” because it’s cheaper to stay there. So we stay in this rural part of New Brunswick that is a few miles away from the Canada/Mexico Border (remember, this is my dream!)

During this time apperently I started seeing Brandon (a real life friend of mine) in a more romantic way. And it was nearing the end of this week-long trip to New Brunswick/Mexico, and I started panicking that I wouldn’t be able to see him again and carry on a relationship, then somewhere in the middle I remembered that he lived down the street from my house in Ontario so I didn’t have to worry.

But I started also grabbing the headlights and mirrors off the cars around me to sell off at the dealerships and junk yards because I realized there was a lot of money involved in it. More than they were worth definately. And it was free for us. Only Phil apperently got really mad when he found me doing it to his car. And he grabbed the one I was trying to take out of the car and threw it down the street. I offered to let him throw the other one at me, and stood about 5 ft away from him and he threw it and hit my shoulder. Then I pulled out two more I had (from somewhere, not sure where) and offered to let him throw them at me too. He threw another one which hit my arm, and gave one to Jordan, who threw it and hit my neck, just under my jaw.

Then I had to get back into this bus-looking car with my parents, who had both their headlights and mirrors stolen but was still backing up in the dark. And my cell phone started ringing. And it was “Krista” who I answered, an realized I was in mexico so the roaming charges would be horrible so I hung up on this person.

Then I woke up to Christina Aguleria on my TV