It's that day of the weekend that most people loathe, myself being one of those.  Ugh!  I was in such a foul mood when I got into work, probably because my patience is waning with some of my work colleagues.  Perhaps it was also talking to my mom that's been away from the office since last Wednesday and it was like she wasn't a part of a conversation that was had last week.  Like, stop shaking your head at me woman and implying that I've got it all wrong.  No, you fucked up the days and everything has to be finagled around now.  It's not me, it's you.  This being my boss that so infamously throws people under the bus because she's got more shit to prove now that she's doing double duty and effectively doing two jobs.  So if it wasn't my boss irritating me this morning, it was a co-worker just being flat out annoying.  Or why am I being pulled in to do my colleague's work when she's been the one working on this and works on this shit all the flippin time?  I feel like a lot of the time at work I'm thrown shit for the simple reason that people know shit gets done, shit gets done well and correctly, and efficiently.  Yes, it's a compliment but it's annoying that people just can't do their fucking job and then I'm normally the one that is left to fix shit or make sure it's up to par where it should be.  I know you get it at every place of employment but it's just so frustrating working with people that couldn't give two shits about work and responsibilities.  "Oh someone else will do it" type attitude.  And the organization I work for is a Crown Corporation/Government type-place so these people never get fired or if they do, it literally (not even kidding you) takes years for HR to build enough ammunition against the person to get them out the door.  My colleague that I speak of, her predecessor was let go and I'm told that it took a long time and a lot of complaints from higher ups, some even coming from Directors.  I didn't mind her but she was rude as all hell and didn't or couldn't speak to people in a nice or civil manner.  Anyways, the morning was kinda blah and had me a bit annoyed but it didn't take much or long to shrug it off and let it go.

My ushe gym sesh of Shred was mixed up today in that my friend, Liane, was sick and couldn't find a sub for the class, so a Body Pump class was in its place.  I wasn't in the mind set to do that, and also because I normally do BP on Tuesdays, I decided to go to the spin class and am glad that I did go.  Tomorrow, I'll do my ushe BP and then I'm going to try and get to a hot yoga class tomorrow night to loosen up a bit.  My right quad is still a bit tender, not always but enough to let me know that if I exert it too much or go too hard, that it reminds me it still aches a bit.  Pain in the ass.

Our dishwasher I think bit the dust last night.......

I'm so frustrated with work lately.  I can't say that I've been this stressed or frazzled with this place in the entire 4 years I've been here but I can say that how it is today was not how it was when I came here in July of 2010.  I appreciate that we're busy and my boss is covering two jobs but by no means is it cool to throw people under the bus and/or blame them for things that SHE advised to do WEEKS ago.    It's just a shitty feeling when you feel uneasy about your job or uncertain where it's headed (lots of changes in the future for my place of employment) and just not trusted and being the scape goat for other people's errors or oversights. 

My tooth also broke on Monday night....on our way out to The Keg, of all places.  I lost a filling in my back molar and ironically the following day I had an already scheduled dentist appointment (thank heavens because drinking cold water was painful!).  Fixed that Tuesday after work which was fantastic since it was a bit uncomfortable drinking water due to sensitivity.  I hate anything to do with teeth, it's such a horrible pain tooth pain.  I've had so much work in my mouth that I literally just can't stand going to anything to do with my mouth.  We're talking extractions, braces (twice), periodontal skin grafts, wisdom teeth extracted, maxillofacial surgery (aka my jaw surgery "broken" and tweaked), visits to an endodontist from HELL.  That's why going to the dentist or anything tooth related is hell on earth for me.  If I can do without, please.

This Saturday is my mom's annual BBQ but I was just asked to help out with the Dane house (you know, the one I went to last weekend and fell in love with Diesel, the gorgeous boy?), which I initially offered earlier on in the week but the weekend was being covered by another member of our team.  Well, got a message this morning asking if I still wanted to help out with two visits at that home.  OF COURSE!!  So I'll be at the BBQ at my mom's but I'll have to step away for a bit to do their visit between 4:30 and 6:30 pm and then go back again for a bed time visit before the family comes home.  So stoked to see Guiness, Harp, Rosie and Diesel again.  :)

Two weeks til Christmas! **Errr apparently this didn't post yesterday**

It's been almost a week since I last wrote so I figure we're long overdue for an update.

We've been at my mom's house for a week now and everything has been smooth sailing thus far.  Everyone has been getting along smashingly, the boys put on a show every night of them dueling and Quincey always, always tries to mediate and get in between the two, thinking that they're legit squabbling.  Not at all, they're just horsing around like two little boys that they are.  Delilah, she's doing well.  She's Miss Wigglebum.  The boys are enjoying all the space and the big backyard.  It also snowed a few days ago and they've literally been running around like little idiots, just having a blast.  They come inside and they look like little polar bears with snow all over their faces and beards.  :) 

This past weekend I was pet sitting, although the weekend wasn't too bad.  The busiest parts of my day were between 1 pm and 4 pm.  I had a bit of an emergency with a elderly client that I visit in the afternoon at a retirement home.  I got there, her door was locked.. Doesn't happen too often but I went back to the lobby and got her key from the front desk.  Went up and Quincy, her Yorkie happily greeted me and but no client.  I called out her name and she didn't answer.  I peeked inside her bedroom and she was in bed, fast asleep.  Now in my over a year and a half of seeing her, I've never once seen her in bed.   So, I walked over to her and touched her while saying her name a few times and eventually she roused but she was completely out of it, she had to ask me what day it was.  She kept saying she was sorry and I kept reassuring it was okay and that I was just worried about her.  I asked her if she wanted help up and she said no and I asked her if she thought she'd be okay with being on her own while I took her dog out for a walk and she said yes.  So off for a walk we went and when I went back, she was in the bathroom and just kept saying her head felt funny and she felt weak and dizzy.  She couldn't hold a glass so I grabbed the glass of water I brought to her and she came to sit down.  At that point, she asked me if I could call her daughter and ask her if she could come and that she was unwell.  So I obliged and her daughter told me to call downstairs for the nurse and she came up.  Basically, we came to the conclusion that she must have taken her Saturday pills and she was overdosing.  She couldn't explain where they were but insisted she didn't take them, to which we both said to her, well if you didn't take them, what happened to them?  I ended up staying with her almost an hour and a half and her daughter was on her way, I just felt so terrible for her and again, she kept saying she was sorry for inconveniencing me and that she didn't want to trouble anyone and I assured her she wasn't and that we were only concerned because we love and care for her.  She broke my heart though.. I held her hand and wiped her tears, she was so apologetic.  She lost her daughter earlier this year to cancer and no mother should bury their child before themselves.. So I know that was really hard on her and her son had a terrible accident a couple of years ago that's left him brain damaged.. I think it's just a culmination of things.  So this was on Saturday and on Sunday, I went to see her again and her son that usually visits every Sunday with his caregiver but he wasn't there, the caregiver came for a visit to see how she was doing and she was much, much better.  A completely different person and looked like the lady that I've known all along.  It was just nice to see her more like herself rather than incoherent and out of it.

This week has been pretty uneventful.  I did go see a friend's 11 week old French Bulldog that is cute as a button.  The ears, her feet, her belly....they're all just so delicious, she's a darling.

I must go but here are some pictures.  Enjoy! :)



Saturday morning

 This is Chelsea, a German Short-haired Pointer

 The kids out back on Saturday morning.  Delilah on the right and below, Quincey.

This is Madigan

And Tyco

Sunday morning



The beautiful Beau.



 

 

 Hennessey, above, she's hilarious and very dramatic and below is Cujo, a feisty Pom! lol

This guy bopped me in the nose and gave me a nose bleed on Saturday lol

Mr. Hamish.  What a character!



Humpity Humpity Hump Wednesday

Something feels amiss lately...And I can't quite put my finger on it.  I feel like things are too quiet, not metaphorically but physically.  I feel like things have been better with J but I feel like he's too quiet, reflecting on things internally and not including me in on it.  Maybe it's me just being stupid and my own insecurities and worrying about nothing, but maybe it's not. Who knows, I know I certainly don't.  It could also be the polar opposite, that things are calm and quiet right now and I'm over-analyzing it.

Things are a chaotic mess at work with the ongoing renovations.  I won't be at work Monday because of it and Tuesday I'm going to come in for a short meeting, that's it, then Wednesday everything should be done in our area and we can begin the fun task of unpacking.  Yayyyy!  So far I have 11 bins of shit packed and maybe another 3 to go, if I'm lucky.  I'm secretly building a fort, that's what I'm really doing.

The Yoga Conference is in just over a week and can you say STOKED?!!?  Thursday night I'll head home from work but Friday morning, instead of hauling my ass into work, I'll be hauling myself along with a heavy bag of gear ready for 10 hours of workshops with Seane and 2 hours for a workshop with Natasha Rizopoulos, who's supposed to be pretty amazing, both on Friday and Saturday.  I already can't wait for next year's show and some day, I'll end up at a Wanderlust festival - that's on my Bucket List for sure!!  Meanwhile, while I'm doing that, Jeff is supposed to go that Saturday morning for a gun competition up in Parry Sound and then he's coming back home afterwards.  We'll probably get home around the same time as eachother, I'll just bus it back from Toronto to home, no worries at all.

This Friday night, Jeff's meeting me downtown and we're going to go out for a quick dinner and then head to the Raptors game.  I've never been so it should be fun.  Then Saturday at some point I'm picking up some cupcakes I ordered for Jeff and I.  I'll make us a special dinner on Sunday as it's our 11th anniversary to back when we began dating.  Crazy how over a decade has flown by just like that.  It's also St. Patrick's Day so who knows what trouble we'll get into, if any.

Anyways, I must be off.  Tah-tah for now!!