If
anyone asks, I am thirty-one twenty-five years old
today. ;)
A
couple weeks ago I found my first gray hair. It is in the
worst place imaginable, the edge of my hairline in the very
middle of my forehead. This is made even worse by the fact
that I have a widow's peak a.k.a vampire-like hairline.
But
it is more accurately
described as a "V-shaped point formed by the hair near
the top of the human forehead."
This
has caused me problems for as long as I can remember.
1)
I spent the first part of my life with no bangs, then with
bangs that I could never control. Forehead hair just does
what it wants, no matter what.
2)
In grade 10 biology we were studying genetics when I was asked
to stand up and show my forehead to the entire class. I was
being used to display and illustrate dominant genes and I
was mortified. This is not a good thing to do to a gawky teenager
with the usual collection of self-esteem and confidence problems.
So
that's where it is located, my first little gray. I'm tempted
to yank it out, but am afraid that it will grow in ten times
as thick, and will grow in completely vertically and no amount
of gel will tame it.
:)
a.
<sunday
august 17, 2003 - 8:11 p.m.>
My
middle toe is throbbing as I write this. Why? A glass bottle
of Italian dressing fell on it as I opened the fridge. It
friggin hurt. I don't think anything is broken. I was crying
from the pain of it, yet laughing as I ran it under a stream
of cold water. How
idiotic is it, to be injured by salad dressing?
Unless
you were living underneath a rock (without hydro) you know
that a huge chunk of Canada and the US had power knocked out
for some time. Even today, authorities are recommending people
conserve energy.
The
afternoon it happened there were reports of long line ups
at hot dog stands around dinner time. We made do with pancakes
on the Coleman stove and fried bacon on the BBQ.
After
dinner we hurried to clean up the array of toys scattered
around on the floor. No one wanted to risk a broken neck.
We dug out the candles and the flashlights. We weren't completely
prepared, but we were probably better off than many others
out there. We had no extra batteries for the radio. We had
an adequate amount of dry goods, thankfully we were due for
a grocery shop so the spoilage of fresh food was minimal.
In
the early part of that first evening there were a lot of people
sitting out on their doorsteps or taking walks down the street.
This sudden surge of outdoor activity made this neighborhood
seem like more a community. Since there was no TV to watch
everyone was forced to do something else. Like, heaven forbid,
go outside or talk to other people.
I
liked the power outage. It was nice not having a TV, and light
from two computers filling up our office. I could do this
every day... just, turn, off.
The
lack of power brought upon this wonderful silence that we
don't achieve very often in such a busy city.
When
it got really dark Mark and I walked around on the street
in front of our house. It was dark, but not as dark as we
expected.
I
have positive employment news to report.
Out
of two different job interviews came two different job offers.
Great news for me! Unfortunately it sent me into a state of
near mental paralysis. The decisions I suddenly had to make!
Job
# 1 was with a nonprofit. It had potential, but the pay wasn't
anything to write home about. I hate to admit that money is
some major important consideration, but for us it has to be.
We have daycare costs to consider, and I can't work at a place
that will barely cover my cost of childcare. This job was
3 days/week. The people I met with were really nice. There
were good benefits too. Pension! Insurance! Paid holidays!
Job
# 2 is also with a nonprofit. They offered good pay, and interesting
work with a very friendly team of people. Most importantly,
it was part time, and as an added bonus they needed someone
to work from home due to a lack of office space.
I
could have taken both jobs, and worked out the hours with
both employers. They both seemed accommodating in this regard.
After much number crunching and the dredging up numerous "what
if" scenarios I decided to politely decline #1 and stick
with #2. My main concern was that I would spread myself too
thin, and if that happened I wouldn't be doing my best work
for anyone.
Accepting
Job #2 is a big step toward my goal of achieving the Ideal
Employment Situation. Everyone has an I.E.S., but not everyone
has figured out what it might be. So I guess that makes me
one of the lucky ones. :)
If
someone asked you what your dream job is, what would it be?
And how far off are you from that now? By accepting Job #2,
I am getting very close to it. I'm pretty happy about that.
p.s. A big thank you to Sam, our favourite guy, for the balloon
bouquets! They came at the best time possible. :)
p.s. A big thank you to Sam, our favourite guy, for the balloon
bouquets! They came at the best time possible. :) 
