Dear Mr. Smellsalot,
It has come to the attention of some of the staff in your general area that you are lacking in the personal hygiene department.
Although this matter is not highly relevant to your work ethic it becomes a concern as the day goes on as a matter of importance to those around you.
Going forward please make a conscious effort to wear deodorant in the work place as it effects the productivity of those around you.
Thank you for your attention to the matter,
Management.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Mediocre post
There’s such a thing as being a good winner and a bad winner, as well as a good loser and a bad loser.
I think I’m in the middle of both, I don’t sulk when I lose, I try and take it all in stride, I think you have to learn to be that way when you’re me, I’m mediocre at pretty much everything… I’m not usually the worst (except for lawn darts, don’t ever play lawn darts with me because even though you’ll win, I’ll probably end up throwing the dart backwards and somehow injuring you) I’m also not usually the best. I start out trying and then something clicks off in my brain, my competitive side has become listless and apathetic, where did you go competitive side??? You used to be so boiling hot and angry all the time! That’s what made me a bad loser and a bad winner though.
Now I’m neutral.
I’m always up for a game though, any game really. If you really want to see me lose challenge me to Wii, anything Wii, for some reason I just don’t get this new technology. What do you mean if I move the thing on the screen moves? How does that even happen? Maybe I just need more practice. I think I need to practice quietly in my basement away from the pressures and distractions of friends.
The only thing I get really into these days is hockey, for some reason when I root for my team it’s like a life or death situation, I feel so much pain and anguish when we lose. I feel so elated and fantastic when we win, and I say WE because it’s US, I’m playing too. I’m playing for pride and glory and smack talk. The feelings last for days whatever the outcome!
Which brings me to ponder, if I played hockey would I be more competitive? I think this winter season I should try it. I live in a community with no less than 6 outdoor rinks. Easily available to me at any time. I have no excuse, I must play, I must get better at stick handling (pun intended), must must must.
Hey, “must” is one of those words that if you say it over and over again it stops making sense. Kinda like milk. Go figure.
We’ll end it there, I think that’s more than enough thought for a Friday.
I think I’m in the middle of both, I don’t sulk when I lose, I try and take it all in stride, I think you have to learn to be that way when you’re me, I’m mediocre at pretty much everything… I’m not usually the worst (except for lawn darts, don’t ever play lawn darts with me because even though you’ll win, I’ll probably end up throwing the dart backwards and somehow injuring you) I’m also not usually the best. I start out trying and then something clicks off in my brain, my competitive side has become listless and apathetic, where did you go competitive side??? You used to be so boiling hot and angry all the time! That’s what made me a bad loser and a bad winner though.
Now I’m neutral.
I’m always up for a game though, any game really. If you really want to see me lose challenge me to Wii, anything Wii, for some reason I just don’t get this new technology. What do you mean if I move the thing on the screen moves? How does that even happen? Maybe I just need more practice. I think I need to practice quietly in my basement away from the pressures and distractions of friends.
The only thing I get really into these days is hockey, for some reason when I root for my team it’s like a life or death situation, I feel so much pain and anguish when we lose. I feel so elated and fantastic when we win, and I say WE because it’s US, I’m playing too. I’m playing for pride and glory and smack talk. The feelings last for days whatever the outcome!
Which brings me to ponder, if I played hockey would I be more competitive? I think this winter season I should try it. I live in a community with no less than 6 outdoor rinks. Easily available to me at any time. I have no excuse, I must play, I must get better at stick handling (pun intended), must must must.
Hey, “must” is one of those words that if you say it over and over again it stops making sense. Kinda like milk. Go figure.
We’ll end it there, I think that’s more than enough thought for a Friday.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Happy Turkey Day!
So this year I’ve been left to fend for myself Turkey-wise, Mum went to Osoyoos to see the Salmon who are missing and Dad took off to Toronto to spend time with family… what am I? chopped liver?
Anyway, I’m being a touch dramatic, Brother, cousin and the G-units are still here. I get a full blown turkey dinner tomorrow, but I can’t be left out of what I’ve discovered to be the “orphans thanksgiving”. Cousin told me about it last year, it’s where young adults get together and celebrate thanksgiving together because their parents don’t live in the same city, however, in true Generation WHY style we are too LAZY to cook anything and clean it up. Answer? Swiss chalet.
Genius. Pure brilliance. And so, this year because I truly feel left out in the cold by my parents I’ve called up a friend who I know to love swiss chalet and we have plans on Sunday to hang out in our pajamas and watch movies, eat swiss chalet and most likely drink and eat pie. In a completely selfish sense I’m almost more excited about Sunday than I am about the turkey dinner! No cleaning, no forced awkward conversations with my G-units senile friends that don’t remember my name… instead I get alcohol, movies and pajamas.
Don’t get me wrong! I love my family more than anything else, but I also love my friends and my down time and my chicken. That’s right, dirty little secret, I’d take chicken over turkey anyday.
Anyway, I’m being a touch dramatic, Brother, cousin and the G-units are still here. I get a full blown turkey dinner tomorrow, but I can’t be left out of what I’ve discovered to be the “orphans thanksgiving”. Cousin told me about it last year, it’s where young adults get together and celebrate thanksgiving together because their parents don’t live in the same city, however, in true Generation WHY style we are too LAZY to cook anything and clean it up. Answer? Swiss chalet.
Genius. Pure brilliance. And so, this year because I truly feel left out in the cold by my parents I’ve called up a friend who I know to love swiss chalet and we have plans on Sunday to hang out in our pajamas and watch movies, eat swiss chalet and most likely drink and eat pie. In a completely selfish sense I’m almost more excited about Sunday than I am about the turkey dinner! No cleaning, no forced awkward conversations with my G-units senile friends that don’t remember my name… instead I get alcohol, movies and pajamas.
Don’t get me wrong! I love my family more than anything else, but I also love my friends and my down time and my chicken. That’s right, dirty little secret, I’d take chicken over turkey anyday.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
FoooooooooooD
I know I write a lot about food, but seriously, who DOESN’T like food? Everyone likes food.
Today a couple of girlfriends and I are going to Japanese village for lunch. For 2 of them it will be their first time, I’m not going to lie, I revel in ripping restaurant virginity from my friends. If there’s one thing I know, it’s food, I steal all my Mamas suggestions, she’s the BEST at finding these little places. Japanese Village isn’t exactly top secret, but it’s not somewhere that a ton of people would really think to go.
So we’re headed there for lunch. I’ll get the filet mignon because it’s only $13 at lunch time! It’s so worth it if you’re like me and you can only go once a month. Ahhhhh.
But I digress, what I was originally going to say is that lunch time is coming EVER so slowly today! Why? Just because I’m waiting impatiently??? That just doesn’t make sense. Why does time go so slowly when something fabulous is coming!? And then when you’re doing the fabulous thing, like eating… time FLIES by.
I also must say on a completely off note, that 2 of my best friends in the world are vegetarians, so I’ve begun to think like one, in the planning of meals aspect, because our favorite thing to do it eat and laugh. We end up doing this very often, so in order to accommodate me they use tofu and fake meat, so in order to accommodate them I must find recipes that don’t have any meat. I admit, at first I was skeptical that anything could taste good without meat. OH HOW WRONG I WAS! We had a finger painting party on Tuesday and Kyla made Vegan Chili! It was DIVINE! Anne came by and we made fresh veggie soup with veg from her Moms garden and I mouthgasmd! It was amazing. So you see? I can be wrong… I think that’s the point of this whole post, is admitting that I was wrong. Once.
Today a couple of girlfriends and I are going to Japanese village for lunch. For 2 of them it will be their first time, I’m not going to lie, I revel in ripping restaurant virginity from my friends. If there’s one thing I know, it’s food, I steal all my Mamas suggestions, she’s the BEST at finding these little places. Japanese Village isn’t exactly top secret, but it’s not somewhere that a ton of people would really think to go.
So we’re headed there for lunch. I’ll get the filet mignon because it’s only $13 at lunch time! It’s so worth it if you’re like me and you can only go once a month. Ahhhhh.
But I digress, what I was originally going to say is that lunch time is coming EVER so slowly today! Why? Just because I’m waiting impatiently??? That just doesn’t make sense. Why does time go so slowly when something fabulous is coming!? And then when you’re doing the fabulous thing, like eating… time FLIES by.
I also must say on a completely off note, that 2 of my best friends in the world are vegetarians, so I’ve begun to think like one, in the planning of meals aspect, because our favorite thing to do it eat and laugh. We end up doing this very often, so in order to accommodate me they use tofu and fake meat, so in order to accommodate them I must find recipes that don’t have any meat. I admit, at first I was skeptical that anything could taste good without meat. OH HOW WRONG I WAS! We had a finger painting party on Tuesday and Kyla made Vegan Chili! It was DIVINE! Anne came by and we made fresh veggie soup with veg from her Moms garden and I mouthgasmd! It was amazing. So you see? I can be wrong… I think that’s the point of this whole post, is admitting that I was wrong. Once.
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