Beside Yourself With Remorse Of All Sorts

A bitterly cold Monday to you all. I guess it really is winter after all, but luckily for us, they have forecasted a Chinook for later in the week. Let’s see if that holds up. I laid in bed this morning and listened to all of the school closures and just prayed that the radio would tell me that work was cancelled as well, but sadly it wasn’t.

It seems like a lot, although not a lot has been going on as of late. I guess not writing everyday makes whatever news I have stack up, to make it look like things are really moving and shaking around here. (It is all an illusion.)

Let’s start with the bet I have placed with myself. Not too long ago our fridge broke. It was sad and really made me want milk and other such perishable items. We finally were able to get a repairman to fix the fridge and it worked for a while, although now it has died again and this time I think it has died for good. (Proof that maybe money these days isn’t in TV/VCR repair, but rather Fridge/Stove repair.)

So, our wonderful Mary called our indifferent landlords who after some persuasion agreed to get us a new fridge. And had arranged with Mary to bring a fridge from their house today, if they could get into town, and the roads weren’t that bad, and they finished up everything else they had to do. Stating, “if” they didn’t make it in this week with a new fridge, well, we could just put our food outside. (Yes Jenny, that is just as funny as putting it in the creek.)

But here is my favourite part of the whole story. They asked Mary if she could leave her key somewhere. Wait a minute, wait a minute, are you telling me that my landlord doesn’t have a key to his own house? Does anyone else find that weird?

Anyways, I am betting that there won’t be a new fridge in our house when I get home from work. In the year and a half that I have lived at that house, I have only ever talked to the landlords twice, and they have never been to the house. For all they know we could be running a brothel or growing drugs….oh wait, I think that is what is going on downstairs. Besides they didn’t really seem all that anxious to get us a new fridge and were originally really dodgy on when, if ever, they would bring us one. But I guess we will see.

In other news, Friday was our staff reviews and surprisingly enough, I got a raise! It is only a dollar, but I guess the extra $160.00/month is better than nothing.

The girls in the office spent Friday afternoon discussing what had been said to them in their individual reviews. Everything from dressing better to talking less was listed as their faults. Me, on the other hand had nothing bad. Dennis would say, “We want people to be friendlier with each other in the office, but that isn’t something you really need to work on.” Everything he suggested was followed by stating it wasn’t a problem I needed to address. Only really saying, “We can’t penalize you for your boss’ stupidity.” Also stating I was the greatest untapped resource at our office. (And the best dressed.)

Here’s to:

Our funny reunion of sorts at the Mocha on Friday. There is nothing better than my favourite people at my favourite restaurant. Super awesome to have C-Mac back with us again!

The greatest “Flight of the Conchords” marathon. When did we get so lame?

Mary. Winner of the first and probably last Pink House Pageant.

Seven fast-paced miles, with probably another three tonight!

Thanks to everyone for their continued support.

Sorry to hear about President Hinckley.

Wishing, only a bit, I had taken the chance for a real life conversation on Sunday. Maybe next week? (Don’t hold your breath)

Lots of Love. Stay Warm. Go to Church. (Thanks to Jenny for that one. I thought it was funny.)