CrazyMrsNancy.com

After a pretty good but IBS charged first week at my new job, I had a beautiful, relaxing weekend! Did I tell you that my IBS was sooo bad on Wednesday, that I had to call in sick, on my third day at the new job? Ugh! It's the first time it's happened to me (this bad) since I started working there on March 1st. It hurt so bad, all I could do was lie in bed and alternate between sleeping and reading the entire day. Until 5pm. I really needed this weekend to recharge. Saturday was my favourite kind of summer day - BRIGHT blue skies, hot, and a little windy. Perfect for lounging on the deck, reading a good book. I just finished Middlesex. I think it's the best book I've read in a while. Sunday, we spent almost the entire day at the beach! We had a fried clam platter as big as our heads at l'Aboiteau, on the beach.

It's such a small world...

1 - While floating in the water and doggie paddling, I made a friend whose husband also preferred staying on shore. We started talking and found out that her and her husband have actually worked with my mom up north and know her.

2 - When getting out of the Aboiteau, stuffed with fried clams, we hear a voice "Hey, were you guys in Mexico in February? You were on our flight!" (The woman was sitting with me and Steph,and her husband was sitting a row behind us.)  

Weird! 

Here's to getting the hand of my new job a little better this week, or at least figuring out what the hell I'm doing!! No, honestly, I think that I'm going to like it. I know I'll be fine. I'll just be really happy to have a routine again.

It's 11:00 AM. I'm sitting at my desk, trying to decide if going to the washroom now would be a good time investment. By the internal rumblings shaking my internal organs, I know that going to my floor's washroom would be a complete waste of time. That washroom is nearly impossible to get to myself. No matter if it's 8:30AM or 6:30PM, there's almost always someone else in there. The second floor washroom is a safer bet, but it is still my employer's floor, so I do know people on that floor... and let's face it, I always look at the shoes, I'm sure a lot of you do too. AND, I've met third floor coworkers in the second floor's washroom. Oh Hi!, Let's pretend that we both have no idea what the other is doing here!

The BEST place to drop a log in the building is in the public washrooms near the fountain, on the first floor. An access pass is required to go in, so they're pretty clean. Even if someone walks in mid-fart and sees my shoes, chances are pretty slim that we actually work for the same employer and that they recognize my shoes. 

But sometimes, you just know it's not an anonymous fart kind of day. You can tell by the rumblings that no one else should be subjected to the sound of that relieving tooting.

Beep.
I open the door to the almost secretive washrooms hidden in plain sight. I slide in and I grab the 'automatic assisted' door behind me to swing it shut, to keep the muggles out. I always do that. I walk the long hall, reach the ladies room, enter, do my usual 'stall feet in the mirror' check... DAMN. White sandals. The type your grandmother would wear.

Okay. Don't panic. You haven't come alllllllll this way to leave without deflating. I walk to the corner stall. I sit down; I hold it in. Why isn't she flushing already? She's been here longer than I have! 

[Perfect Silence]

[One minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes...]

A third party enters the ladies washroom. She's intruding on a washroom standoff (sitoff?) and she doesn't even know it. When she flushes, I decide to go for it: Toot. Only it wasn't. Apparently I'm a very calm and relaxed person in a washroom standoff type of situation; I PFFFFFFF'ed. That was it. So I decided to let her win. I exited the stall, washed my hands very loudly...She would enjoy that. Nothing is worse than not being entirely sure if you've heard your adversary leave or not. The washroom door hadn't even finished closing behind me as I heard it. She definitely deserved that win.
acant washroom.

My first day at my new job went really well! I wasn't nearly as overwhelmed with information as I was after my first day in Comms. I think it's because of my 8 years of experience at my old job.. A lot of the govt departments, sectors, funding programs, etc are what I'm used to. Don't get me wrong, it was still a tad overwhelming.. but I have a sense of calmness about this new job. I really feel like this what I'm supposed to be doing at this moment. My boss and her boss seem like really awesome people to work with. I am excited! 

Stealing Sherene's FB status : Do you ever feel the urge to pinch yourself because you are in disbelief that the life you're living is really yours?

I started watching "The Big Bang Theory".. OMG, why haven't I watched this show before? Hilarious! 

I don't want to feel restrained by bullets points, as I find they look 'cluttered' when they're not more or less the same length.. I know, I'm crazy. And these are things I really want to tell you guys, I just don't have a whole story about most of these hehe.

Last Friday when we got home from Halifax, we stopped at the mailbox on the way home and I got, I think, the best news letter I've ever received. It said: Welcome to the Canada Public Service Pension Plan! 

And then as we pulled in the driveway, I was shocked to see a For Sale sign on my neighbors' lawn!! Noooo! The only neighbors that we're on a 'Hello" basis with! They are so nice and quiet.. we live on a really really quiet street. I hope that we don't get horrible neighbors! (Our current neighbors are moving back up north where the cost of living is way lower, so that she can stay at home with their daughter.) 

Today was my last day at my current job. It felt kind of, well.. really weird. I can only imagine how surreal it will be to go to work Monday morning and not come in the same door, but at least I'm still on the same floor in the same building, so really I can't complain at all! 

I confess - I am kind of stoked that my new title doesn't have the word 'assistant' in it! LOL Trivial, I know.

It has been REALLY summery around here! All week it's been beautifully sunny, very muggy, and incredibly hot. I can't believe that people are whining about it as much as they are! Come ON! We only ever get one week or two of this a year, if we're lucky. Buy an A/C or shut up! I'll take +40 over -40 any day!! 

I've worn skirts every day this week. Long skirts, because the pantyhose shaped compression socks I spent 300$ on the other day? Even if I managed to make the wet curly hair, from the olympian effort of pulling those socks up, look cute... It's still hot as hell wearing them, and the biggest reason - I don't think there's any way that I can go to the washroom and pull them back up while being dressed, even if I brought my rubber gloves with me at all times. Oh well. I would have regretted not trying.

Steph just came up from the basement to inform me that he grabbed his big headphones, put them on, felt something odd tickling his ear, took off the headphones, and found an EARWIG in the ear thing! EW!!!!  Don't worry, I googled.

I get to go for Newfoundland for work in December!! I've never been to that province! 

Okay so these weren't one-liners at all. I could have done bullets I suppose, but I wasn't in a bulletty mood.

 

As requested, here's a picture of the 14 pairs of shoes purchased in one day last week: 

What: Seventh Wedding Anniversary
Where: Halifax, Nova Scotia
When: June 28 - July 2, 2010

Hours driven to get there: 3

Off our hotel room thanks to Erin: Nearly 50%

Cuisines eaten: Chinese, Japanese (Sushi), Italian, Canadian, and Thai

Friend met: Erin! 

GPS bought in Halifax: Magella (Magellan, but we call her Magella)

Boat rides : 2

Pairs of shoes bought: 14... (But got a killer deal on the first 9 pairs - 3 for 10$!)

Movies seen: 4 - Toy Story, Get Him to the Greek, Eclipse, and Knight & Day.

Number of times The Queen got in our way: 3

Number of times she was still impressive: 3

We had a great time, but I'm feeling sooo tired now, that I can't even find the energy to write about it! 

I'm not bragging, at all.

I'm just sayin'.

I'm a little sunburned, and my hair is a little tangled from the salty wind whipping. Today I cruised in a convertible; toured the Shediac Bay on a boat; ate strawberry cream cheese sandwiches, curry chicken sandwiches, and nutty tuna sandwiches for the first time; attended a high tea in a someone's garden; listened to an inspiring motivational speaker; last but not least, I ate/drank at Captain Dan's first the first time today.

Today was a great day! 

Let's make tomorrow another great day! 

I will always be daddy's girl, even when I'm no longer a girl. But for now, I will be 31 years old in two months and I still feel more like a girl than a woman. As much as I look like my mom, personality wise I'm the female version of my father. My father has always been a trucker. When we were little kids, we used to love hearing my father tell stories about the new places he had gone to. I savoured the story of the time he went to New York City; I was fascinated. For him it was the trip from hell, driving an 18 wheeler in Manhattan. Maybe hearing all those travel stories is one of the reasons I got hooked on traveling. Oh and did I mention that for years my mom was a travel agent? 

Growing up, I didn't get to spend a lot of time with my father. He has always been a long-haul trucker, and sometimes he was gone for up to two whole months. Therefore, the little time we got to spend with our father was really precious. It still is, it's always been, except maybe those few teenage years when it's easy to take certain people and things for granted. This is my favourite Dad & Me memory:

I was 16 or 17 years old. I don't remember where my brother and mom were, but I remember expecting to have the house to myself that Friday night. I had invited Lison and Bobby over after school; they brought their guitars and beer. We were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, playing guitar (them), and singing (me). All of a sudden, I see my father's 18 wheeler appear in the picture window, followed by the sound the truck made when it was backing up in our driveway.Well, the sound it made backing up in general. When my brother was little, he used to try doing the sound: "cu-lee cu-lee cu-lee cu-lee!", and tat would make my dad laugh.

Oh.Shit! I'm going to be in SO much trouble!! 

My father came in the house, we all said Hello! to each other. He walked down the hall, into their bedroom. He came back in the kitchen holding his guitar and grabbed a beer on the way. He sat down and started jamming with us. My dad and I continued jamming long after Lison and Bobby left. Music is a passion that we share. To me, that was the night that my father told me with no words, that I was growing up and that he was okay with that.

Another big thing that my father and I share: shyness. It's nearly 10pm and I haven't had the courage to call my him yet to wish him a Happy Father's Day.