Finally visiting my Somebody That I Used To Know's country, and it's chock full of mountains, coffee, cats and peppers. The question is why would anyone leave this place for crappy weather Canada?
I was done chasing for a while already. The goalposts kept moving, the bar kept getting raised, they brought so little to the table and thought far too highly of themselves to measure up to their expectations. I "heard" they're still interested but only if I do all the chasing. Seriously.
They are not heroin and they ceased being my hero. And I can tell you this: they're going to be waiting—alone—for a very, very, very long time. I'm past wasting any more effort or time when I deserve something far more equal, respectful, and satisfying. I don't chase pretend relationship dragons. But the person that I predict I will eventually be involved in—who will make very it easy to be with— thanks Mr. Goalpost-mover for all their "efforts" as he drives me out of their his into theirs with his need to be clever and in control. Good times.
When I go for job interviews I always say I go to work to have fun. They seem to like the idea and I get hired. Trouble is, that didn't realize how MUCH fun. It's contagious, everyone gets goofy and all hell breaks loose. But omg it's so worth it. Revenge on the Man. aha ha ha ha ha
Over the holidays, stuck at home sick so just fell into not getting dressed.
Now, I can't stand having clothes on- get home from work,hit the shower and that's it. Spend all weekend unclothed.
Now looking to relocate to a warmer climate with my own house and yard, so I can run around all the time with nothing on.
And no,I'm not going to start hanging around Wreck Beach or anything like that.
It seems like it’s rigged against men so I think we should just stop using their apps.
I was fallen into you since the day we met.
12 years ago.
No one knows.
After 3 years of WFH, now it’s back in the office 5 days a week. I’m still adjusting. The standing on the packed Skytrains, I hate and go into a trance to tune out all the bodies. The needy coworkers, I just can’t deal with them. They are starved for conversation but I want to run away. My brain is still re-entering society and it’s taking a really long time
I want to scream anytime I deal with corporations or offices in Ontario. Canada is NOT in one time zone, and getting a call at 5AM because they're open at 8am Ontario time makes no sense for national organization... like the utterly useless Caanda Post. promising they'll call in four hours when in their time zone they close in an hour. Not one person thinks to mention what time zone they're referring to when you talk to them, like only their time zone exists. Companies like these that dea;l with the entire country should reconsider their hours so that all the country is served. I'm sure someone in that part of the country wouldn't mind getting up a few hours later. But then again, they don't realize there is a "rest of the country", except when they want money.
I hate it how people have dogs instead of kids. I see that coming into my life shortly though. I've given up on dating, but I love animals and need to show affection somehow.
Single male life today. If only I was rich and owned a house. That's all that seems to matter to people in Vancouver. Oddly enough, I'd rather splurge for a nice place for an animal that doesn't size me up that way. Yes, animals are better than people in many ways. They don't have that shallowness to them.
Oh well, at least I have more money than an arts major ever will. Ironically, they demand perfection.
I used to absolutely love my job but as of this week I’m questioning the weird sh!t they’re asking us to do. There are occasional new tasks and I’m trying to be positive but some things might be totally inappropriate. I know it’s to save money. It’s not nice working there anymore. My first job with mostly great colleagues. Funny awesome smart people. Thought I was gonna retire here. I want to work somewhere else until this weirdness is done. Have a feeling this kinda stuff will go on for years though. I’ll stand up for myself as I draw the line at backbreaking work. I don’t want to possibly become injured from this and have my whole exciting life ahead of me. What are they thinking?! Save a buck, possibly hurt extremely valuable employees who were hired to do desk work not physical labor. I’m not lazy, I give 110% effort every day. Please don’t make me leave. I need a vacation. This makes me want to take up drinking, just kidding. (Sorry, that’s not funny.) Thank you.
