I did actually have another post I wanted to put here first, but this was just too awful not to share.
We have two cats in the house. Actually, technically they are Sarah's. But I have lived with them for just as long, so I consider them partly mine. Hell, I clean their litter box. As does Boyd. Sarah had the excuse of can't cos pregnant, and then can't cos of breastfeeding. Ironically, of all the people she would be the best for the job, as she has NO SENSE OF SMELL. Now she is no longer breast feeding, we are introducing her to the long awaited JOY of cleaning up the mess her little darlings leave behind.
Part of this concerns the litter box. You have been warned.
Argo, being male, has this little....aiming problem. He just can't seem to poop IN the box. It's wierd. And smelly. Although not as smelly as his sister - holy FUCK she reeks when she goes, but today, this is all about...the male lack of aim.
The cats are not yet a year old, and are in the process of switching from kitten food to adult cat food. They do not seem to like the flavour of chicken. And so, are somewhat ... fussy ... over the wet food they are given. Biscuits they are usually fine with, it's the tins we have issues with.
We finally found something they like, that is kinda cheap.
All good, right?
/hysterical laughter
They get the runs.
You can see where this is going. But alas, it gets worse. You wouldn't believe it, but IT GETS WORSE.
I just had a visitor in my room. Jumped up onto my bed. Curled up by me. Started cleaning himself.
Turns out aiming the runs is hard. More so when you have fur around your ass. Fur gets in the way. I'm sure you can picture it.
The reality also stank. FYI.
So yes, my memory for this evening, which will no doubt be stuck in my head for a while is this: I just had to use toilet paper on my cats ass.
I hate my life.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
10 Exams and why I now hate this University
As anyone on my msn friends list will know, it was recently my end of year exams. And naturally, nothing would be as easy as simply 'go to exam, write, go home'.
That would be too easy.
I had three exams this semester, one in the morning, two in the afternoon, and all reasonably spaced out. In theory, lots of time to study.
In reality....well, this IS me we're talking about.
Anyway, exams mean heading into town to university. This in itself is something of a mission, given how far away I currently live. Let me explain.
To get to class, I use 4 different methods of transport. Bus, Train, Foot, and cable car. I get the bus from my house to the train station. Bus is every 30 mins. Trip takes 15 mins. Recent complaints from locals have caused the company managing the system to redo the timetables....creating a 15 min window on either side of the actual time on the timetable. Yes, we went from 2-5 mins either way, to 15-20 mins either way. Basically, it got worse, and you really need to catch an even earlier bus than you normally would, just in case.
Part two is the train. Every 30 mins also. Does not always coincide with the buses, for all that they are supposed to. Also, the rail system has been going through a great number of well publised screwups, delays etc for the last two or more years - enough that schools and work will give you a free pass when late if you mention I WAS ON THE TRAIN.
Walking from the train station to the cable car office takes 10 mins....through the center of town. And while I may live in NZ, this is still the center of OUR CAPITAL CITY. Can be ..... interesting.
Cable car is actually the most reliable part of the trip. Every 10 mins. Not too bad.
My trip to Uni can take anywhere from 1 hour (very good day, everything connected!) to 3 hours (it's happened. Don't ask)
And I had an exam. In the morning.
Did I mention I am still NOT a morning person? No? Well, consider yourself reminded.
An hour and a half after leaving home, I find myself at the top of the hill, and start looking around for my lecture room where my exam is to be held. There are all sorts of weird codes for the rooms, but I figured the librarians would know where to go if the map failed me. After all, this is why I had got there EARLY, so I could find the room with leisure, and maybe do some last-minute study.
The map failed me. I went and asked. And discovered that I was about to be late....
Victoria University of Wellington has THREE campuses. One at the top of the hill, where I normally spend my time. One out in Karori where I used to live last year. And one ... down by the train station.
My exam was down by the train station. 20 min walk/run back down the hill. Basically, back down to where I had just come from.
>.>
Suddenly, I was glad I HAD arrived early.
I also set a new speed record for me getting down the hill too. New personal best time!
I was huffing when I stepped into my exam room, as the examiner was explaining the rules. No study for me now!
Luckily, things after that went fine. I finished before full time. Went home. Ate food. Played with baby. Napped.
The other two exams went fine, for all that I had nightmares over the Chem one. I know I passed the Biol one , waiting on the other marks. Exams are stressful!
That would be too easy.
I had three exams this semester, one in the morning, two in the afternoon, and all reasonably spaced out. In theory, lots of time to study.
In reality....well, this IS me we're talking about.
Anyway, exams mean heading into town to university. This in itself is something of a mission, given how far away I currently live. Let me explain.
To get to class, I use 4 different methods of transport. Bus, Train, Foot, and cable car. I get the bus from my house to the train station. Bus is every 30 mins. Trip takes 15 mins. Recent complaints from locals have caused the company managing the system to redo the timetables....creating a 15 min window on either side of the actual time on the timetable. Yes, we went from 2-5 mins either way, to 15-20 mins either way. Basically, it got worse, and you really need to catch an even earlier bus than you normally would, just in case.
Part two is the train. Every 30 mins also. Does not always coincide with the buses, for all that they are supposed to. Also, the rail system has been going through a great number of well publised screwups, delays etc for the last two or more years - enough that schools and work will give you a free pass when late if you mention I WAS ON THE TRAIN.
Walking from the train station to the cable car office takes 10 mins....through the center of town. And while I may live in NZ, this is still the center of OUR CAPITAL CITY. Can be ..... interesting.
Cable car is actually the most reliable part of the trip. Every 10 mins. Not too bad.
My trip to Uni can take anywhere from 1 hour (very good day, everything connected!) to 3 hours (it's happened. Don't ask)
And I had an exam. In the morning.
Did I mention I am still NOT a morning person? No? Well, consider yourself reminded.
An hour and a half after leaving home, I find myself at the top of the hill, and start looking around for my lecture room where my exam is to be held. There are all sorts of weird codes for the rooms, but I figured the librarians would know where to go if the map failed me. After all, this is why I had got there EARLY, so I could find the room with leisure, and maybe do some last-minute study.
The map failed me. I went and asked. And discovered that I was about to be late....
Victoria University of Wellington has THREE campuses. One at the top of the hill, where I normally spend my time. One out in Karori where I used to live last year. And one ... down by the train station.
My exam was down by the train station. 20 min walk/run back down the hill. Basically, back down to where I had just come from.
>.>
Suddenly, I was glad I HAD arrived early.
I also set a new speed record for me getting down the hill too. New personal best time!
I was huffing when I stepped into my exam room, as the examiner was explaining the rules. No study for me now!
Luckily, things after that went fine. I finished before full time. Went home. Ate food. Played with baby. Napped.
The other two exams went fine, for all that I had nightmares over the Chem one. I know I passed the Biol one , waiting on the other marks. Exams are stressful!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
9 - Fur is part of my diet
I came to this conculsion as I sat down on my bed to read a book today. It was warm, sunny, and the sun was at just the right angle that i had full sun coverage over my bed. All in all, it was the perfect time to read a book and soak up the warmth.
Then Sekkie decided to be smoochy.
Ms Sekhmet, aka "the quiet one" is not normally a problem. She is the shadow of her brother Argo, in size and temperment. You never see her when we have visitors, she snubs you if she doesn't feel like being petted, and always waits for Argo to finish eating before she goes anywhere near the food bowls.
Unless it's bits of steak I dropped on the floor. Then she just swipes it out from under his face. He never seems to know how to react. Halarious to watch.
Anyhoooo...
I was about three chapter into my book, just starting to get into the good stuff...then I get a "mrrrow" and suddenly my face is full of fur. "Hi Sekkie" I say, move my head and keep reading. She turns around, and comes and stands right in my face again. We repeat this over the next ten minutes, with me finally giving up, throwing the book away, and letting her walk over me a few times. Then she gave up, and went to annoy Sarah who was feeding Lea in the living room at the time.
I grabbed my book, got three pages in before...
"Mroww!" and I was suddenly eating fur again.
So yeah. Looks like fur is now part of my diet. Lucky me huh?
Then Sekkie decided to be smoochy.
Ms Sekhmet, aka "the quiet one" is not normally a problem. She is the shadow of her brother Argo, in size and temperment. You never see her when we have visitors, she snubs you if she doesn't feel like being petted, and always waits for Argo to finish eating before she goes anywhere near the food bowls.
Unless it's bits of steak I dropped on the floor. Then she just swipes it out from under his face. He never seems to know how to react. Halarious to watch.
Anyhoooo...
I was about three chapter into my book, just starting to get into the good stuff...then I get a "mrrrow" and suddenly my face is full of fur. "Hi Sekkie" I say, move my head and keep reading. She turns around, and comes and stands right in my face again. We repeat this over the next ten minutes, with me finally giving up, throwing the book away, and letting her walk over me a few times. Then she gave up, and went to annoy Sarah who was feeding Lea in the living room at the time.
I grabbed my book, got three pages in before...
"Mroww!" and I was suddenly eating fur again.
So yeah. Looks like fur is now part of my diet. Lucky me huh?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
8 - Essy is Racist?!
So, I have now been called a dirty dirty term...DUN DUN DUN...a RACIST! The events is as described below...
It was a bright and sunny Friday in downtown Vancouver. I finished work at 6pm and decided to hang around and wait for a co-worker, who is quitting, get off work so we can go have dinner. So while hanging around, I thought, why not help customers anyway, since I am here!
Along came this gentleman who has sent a fax and is waiting to pay. He believes he owes us around $1.99 because one page of long distance is $1.49+ tax. I check the fax, and it's actually international! He was telling me that it wasn't priced as so on the signage and I decided to walk over to show him.
I pointed to the sign saying, long distance, $1.49 and international $5.99. I continued on to explain, long distance is anywhere in U.S. and Canada, and International is anywhere outside of it, country code other than 1. He proceeded to tell me, the fax was to Mexico and to him he thought that meant it's just long distance and suggested we make better signage. I replied saying I can make that suggestion to them and attempted to explain that "In Canada, most of us say long distance is US and Canada, and International is anywhere cross country/outside of it." To which he replied, "I find that very offensive, I am Canadian and you saying that to me is like saying I'm not Canadian. Where is your manager? I want to speak to your manager. You are being very racist" So there I was, apologizing and totally confused wondering why I was being called racist because that was never my intention. I never excluded him when I said most people in Canada use that as the differentiation and I, for that matter, wasn't even born in Canada. So he, of course, went to speak to my manager trying to tell him that I am very prejudice and he found it very offensive. My manager takes one look at his fax, and proceeds to tell him that he just faxed a blank page. Either way, long story short, maybe I should be the one offended?
I went off to one of the aisles and started crying >.< The security guard asked if I wanted to have the guy thrown out or for him to say something to the guy and brought me tissues. My manager tells me that we get customers like that all the time, probably just people who are having a bad day. That's what I get for staying behind and helping people =/. What a cruddy day.
Essy - Gonna crawl in my bed and die ~
It was a bright and sunny Friday in downtown Vancouver. I finished work at 6pm and decided to hang around and wait for a co-worker, who is quitting, get off work so we can go have dinner. So while hanging around, I thought, why not help customers anyway, since I am here!
Along came this gentleman who has sent a fax and is waiting to pay. He believes he owes us around $1.99 because one page of long distance is $1.49+ tax. I check the fax, and it's actually international! He was telling me that it wasn't priced as so on the signage and I decided to walk over to show him.
I pointed to the sign saying, long distance, $1.49 and international $5.99. I continued on to explain, long distance is anywhere in U.S. and Canada, and International is anywhere outside of it, country code other than 1. He proceeded to tell me, the fax was to Mexico and to him he thought that meant it's just long distance and suggested we make better signage. I replied saying I can make that suggestion to them and attempted to explain that "In Canada, most of us say long distance is US and Canada, and International is anywhere cross country/outside of it." To which he replied, "I find that very offensive, I am Canadian and you saying that to me is like saying I'm not Canadian. Where is your manager? I want to speak to your manager. You are being very racist" So there I was, apologizing and totally confused wondering why I was being called racist because that was never my intention. I never excluded him when I said most people in Canada use that as the differentiation and I, for that matter, wasn't even born in Canada. So he, of course, went to speak to my manager trying to tell him that I am very prejudice and he found it very offensive. My manager takes one look at his fax, and proceeds to tell him that he just faxed a blank page. Either way, long story short, maybe I should be the one offended?
I went off to one of the aisles and started crying >.< The security guard asked if I wanted to have the guy thrown out or for him to say something to the guy and brought me tissues. My manager tells me that we get customers like that all the time, probably just people who are having a bad day. That's what I get for staying behind and helping people =/. What a cruddy day.
Essy - Gonna crawl in my bed and die ~
Friday, October 15, 2010
7 - Family tech support
I was sitting at my computer yesterday evening, minding my own business as I drooled over recipes on Pioneer Woman's blog (as you do), when I recieved an email.
From my mother.
It was one line long, saying ' your computer wont turn on can you tell me how to fix it the lights are on but it wont work love mum xxx'
At this point I was already sighing. It promised the incoming evening of trying to explain how to do something computer-related to my mother. Always entertaining. And never for me.
Or her either.
Anyway, phonecall soon after, and I had already worked out the problem - it was stuck in a sleep cycle. It had done it to me a couple times before I gave it to her, but it was easily fixed.
"Just unplug it, take the battery out for 30 seconds, put it back and you're fine."
"Where is hte battery?"
"Underneath. There are a couple of switches there."
"Oh." Pause. "Oh, I'll go get the screwdriver...." Walks away.
"NO! NO SCREWDRIVER! MUM, STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"
Finally managing to get her to "PUT. SCREWDRIVER. DOWN. NO TOUCH. K", she gave the phone to Dad and and attempted the highly technical task of removing the battery. I gave her highly detailed instructions that all but drew a map of where battery was, and the two switches were.
She still couldn't find them. I had to have her find the little padlock symbols embossed in the plastic before she found them.
Then the opening of the switches.
"This would be easier with a knife, I'll just go get....."
"NO! NO KNIFE!"
Well. Soon after, she managed to get the battery off, having sworn at both me AND Dad as we were trying to help.
Last I heard, she put the battery back on, and went to have a hot drink to calm down. Been a very diplomatic silence since. I think I'll go send her a message tonight, make sure she's ok.
My family don't mix with technology. Why didn't I notice this earlier?
Kat, over and out
From my mother.
It was one line long, saying ' your computer wont turn on can you tell me how to fix it the lights are on but it wont work love mum xxx'
At this point I was already sighing. It promised the incoming evening of trying to explain how to do something computer-related to my mother. Always entertaining. And never for me.
Or her either.
Anyway, phonecall soon after, and I had already worked out the problem - it was stuck in a sleep cycle. It had done it to me a couple times before I gave it to her, but it was easily fixed.
"Just unplug it, take the battery out for 30 seconds, put it back and you're fine."
"Where is hte battery?"
"Underneath. There are a couple of switches there."
"Oh." Pause. "Oh, I'll go get the screwdriver...." Walks away.
"NO! NO SCREWDRIVER! MUM, STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"
Finally managing to get her to "PUT. SCREWDRIVER. DOWN. NO TOUCH. K", she gave the phone to Dad and and attempted the highly technical task of removing the battery. I gave her highly detailed instructions that all but drew a map of where battery was, and the two switches were.
She still couldn't find them. I had to have her find the little padlock symbols embossed in the plastic before she found them.
Then the opening of the switches.
"This would be easier with a knife, I'll just go get....."
"NO! NO KNIFE!"
Well. Soon after, she managed to get the battery off, having sworn at both me AND Dad as we were trying to help.
Last I heard, she put the battery back on, and went to have a hot drink to calm down. Been a very diplomatic silence since. I think I'll go send her a message tonight, make sure she's ok.
My family don't mix with technology. Why didn't I notice this earlier?
Kat, over and out
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
6 Why quitting WoW may have been a good idea...
So the new patch came out today. The one that sets things up for Cata. You would think me having been through the start of Wrath that I would have remembered all the problems that may occur.
Aparently not. My memory is just as awful as always.
After 2 hours ish of swearing that I couldn't log in, I finally check the version. Turns out my background downloader hadn't downloaded the damn patch. Naturally I was a little annoyed, and so went into the programme files and onto the internet to try and solve this problem.
Another year later (well, it was more like another two hours, with washing, baby-duty, supermarket etc in between) I finally came to conculsion that my downloader was broken on my desktop.
No probs! WoW has a repair function!
But....it's not working?
Why isn't it working?!
You have GOT to be kidding me.....
It too was broken. At this point I was starting to believe your idea of quitting may have been a good idea.
Then I remembered the laptop (queue heavenly angels in chorus). IT downloaded fine. IT updated everything. IT ... (imagine loud thunk as anvils drop on the heads of all angels singing, and squashing them) also ran out of harddrive space.
About this point imagine me on the verge of pulling my hair out in frustration.
Anyway, I copied files over from lappy to desky, and things are back to normal for my addiction. With the added bonus of remembered that there is a reason other than mobility I keep the damn game installed on two computers.
Now however, I am in some much needed down-time from WoW. Reading books, writing notes, baby-duty, making Dom's lunch with him...wait, half that is work too. Never mind the downtime thing. I'll go hide in a corner and wait for them to cook me dinner. At least they're doing THAT.
Kat, dead and on the floor.
Aparently not. My memory is just as awful as always.
After 2 hours ish of swearing that I couldn't log in, I finally check the version. Turns out my background downloader hadn't downloaded the damn patch. Naturally I was a little annoyed, and so went into the programme files and onto the internet to try and solve this problem.
Another year later (well, it was more like another two hours, with washing, baby-duty, supermarket etc in between) I finally came to conculsion that my downloader was broken on my desktop.
No probs! WoW has a repair function!
But....it's not working?
Why isn't it working?!
You have GOT to be kidding me.....
It too was broken. At this point I was starting to believe your idea of quitting may have been a good idea.
Then I remembered the laptop (queue heavenly angels in chorus). IT downloaded fine. IT updated everything. IT ... (imagine loud thunk as anvils drop on the heads of all angels singing, and squashing them) also ran out of harddrive space.
About this point imagine me on the verge of pulling my hair out in frustration.
Anyway, I copied files over from lappy to desky, and things are back to normal for my addiction. With the added bonus of remembered that there is a reason other than mobility I keep the damn game installed on two computers.
Now however, I am in some much needed down-time from WoW. Reading books, writing notes, baby-duty, making Dom's lunch with him...wait, half that is work too. Never mind the downtime thing. I'll go hide in a corner and wait for them to cook me dinner. At least they're doing THAT.
Kat, dead and on the floor.
Monday, October 11, 2010
5- Shampoo tastes not good
I discovered this somehow in my shower this evening. No idea how, but somehow I managed to get shampoo up my nose. It tastes bad. Ruined the rest of my shower, which made me highly unimpressed.
Currently working out what courses I want to take next year. Still deciding if I stay here at Vic or head down south to Otago. Otago is looking more and more appealing for the fact it offers botany as well as geology, something Vic doesn't. We shall see I guess. Whatever happens, I'm going to be enrolling in both Universities within the month, and making my decision later, with more thought.
For now though, I am curling up in bed and trying to keep warm. After beautiful sunny days for the last two weeks, today and yesterday have decided to become horridly cold and awful. It hailed this morning as I went to class, HAILED. My bro aparently had snow too. Ugh I hate spring weather.
Kat, over and out.
Currently working out what courses I want to take next year. Still deciding if I stay here at Vic or head down south to Otago. Otago is looking more and more appealing for the fact it offers botany as well as geology, something Vic doesn't. We shall see I guess. Whatever happens, I'm going to be enrolling in both Universities within the month, and making my decision later, with more thought.
For now though, I am curling up in bed and trying to keep warm. After beautiful sunny days for the last two weeks, today and yesterday have decided to become horridly cold and awful. It hailed this morning as I went to class, HAILED. My bro aparently had snow too. Ugh I hate spring weather.
Kat, over and out.
4 - Un-Happy Turkey Day
So here, in boring old North America, is the Turkey Day. Surprisingly enough, I had some turkey! and ham...Now, I wish I had some bacon...Anyways, food aside, it was an overall boring day. Went to work (wonder if I get double pay?), came home, went to the store and bought NAIL POLISH! I think I'll be having some fun tonight by myself *wink wink*. No...That didn't sound dirty at allllll. >.>
Either way, since there's not much to tell, I guess I'll backtrack to something to tell. Since coming back to Canada, I have noticed many differences between Canadian and Taiwanese culture, mainly in the work place. For the most part, I prefer the Canadian way, ie., get paid double on holidays, and paid for Statutory holidays etc. But there is one thing I'm not so kosher with, the push for employee laziness! Just last week, I was told off by my manager for, get this, NOT TAKING MY BREAKS! How ridiculous is that? I willingly sacrifice my break time, both paid and unpaid, to help customers and improve customer satisfaction, and my manager tells me I NEED TO STAY ON TOP OF THINGS? What with this promotion of lack of work ethics? I thought such actions warrant praise rather than discipline? Employees who take longer than allowed breaks, who are late, who don't even give a crap about work, get by juuuuuust fine. I, on the other hand, work over time for free, get called in for extra shifts, give up my breaks, get told off.. Can we say DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF? Made me very angry, and upset. So upset, I had to go spend money and get my hair cut. Too bad there's no company expense to bill that. I wonder if it qualifies under medical care for therapy? I think it was very therapeutic to my emotional well being. *nods*
Either way, with the lack of pictures mentioned last time, I just noticed......I don't even have my camera cable here! Until I buy a new one, or Ian sends it to me, my posts will be sans photos. Sorry and goodbye!
<3 The better half of EssyKat
Either way, since there's not much to tell, I guess I'll backtrack to something to tell. Since coming back to Canada, I have noticed many differences between Canadian and Taiwanese culture, mainly in the work place. For the most part, I prefer the Canadian way, ie., get paid double on holidays, and paid for Statutory holidays etc. But there is one thing I'm not so kosher with, the push for employee laziness! Just last week, I was told off by my manager for, get this, NOT TAKING MY BREAKS! How ridiculous is that? I willingly sacrifice my break time, both paid and unpaid, to help customers and improve customer satisfaction, and my manager tells me I NEED TO STAY ON TOP OF THINGS? What with this promotion of lack of work ethics? I thought such actions warrant praise rather than discipline? Employees who take longer than allowed breaks, who are late, who don't even give a crap about work, get by juuuuuust fine. I, on the other hand, work over time for free, get called in for extra shifts, give up my breaks, get told off.. Can we say DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF? Made me very angry, and upset. So upset, I had to go spend money and get my hair cut. Too bad there's no company expense to bill that. I wonder if it qualifies under medical care for therapy? I think it was very therapeutic to my emotional well being. *nods*
Either way, with the lack of pictures mentioned last time, I just noticed......I don't even have my camera cable here! Until I buy a new one, or Ian sends it to me, my posts will be sans photos. Sorry and goodbye!
<3 The better half of EssyKat
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Garlic mushroom pasta
Yes, I was making dinner tonight, and I decided to wing it. There was nothing in my cupboards that wasn't set for a 4 person meal, so I kinda had to improvise.
Improvisation turned out very damned nice. So I figured I'd share, since I'm so nice and all.
GARLIC MUSHROOM PASTA (serves one, sorry, but is easy enough to expand meal)
2 med size mushrooms, sliced
3 Tablespoons milk
100g cream cheese
2heaped teaspoons crushed garlic
25g butter
1 teaspoon of tomato paste
Pasta of choice
Melt butter in pan, add garlic and mushrooms, cook until nice and soft. Add cream cheese, milk and tomato paste. Warm through. Serve on pasta.
Nice and simple! And tastes nom, even though the tomato paste makes the sauce look pink. I also added diced ham too, to get me my meat content. And my pasta was a pack of instant noodles, minus the flavorings.
<3
Kat, over and out.
Improvisation turned out very damned nice. So I figured I'd share, since I'm so nice and all.
GARLIC MUSHROOM PASTA (serves one, sorry, but is easy enough to expand meal)
2 med size mushrooms, sliced
3 Tablespoons milk
100g cream cheese
2heaped teaspoons crushed garlic
25g butter
1 teaspoon of tomato paste
Pasta of choice
Melt butter in pan, add garlic and mushrooms, cook until nice and soft. Add cream cheese, milk and tomato paste. Warm through. Serve on pasta.
Nice and simple! And tastes nom, even though the tomato paste makes the sauce look pink. I also added diced ham too, to get me my meat content. And my pasta was a pack of instant noodles, minus the flavorings.
<3
Kat, over and out.
2 - The Boob Shrinkage
Well, excuse my lack of photos but I believe the topic is self explanatory as to why photos are not needed. Both inappropriate and depressing....So the story is as follows.
As we both know, I started my job and met some new co-workers. Mostly nice, some, not so nice (nor bright, but we'll get to that at another time). Either way, one of them is a girl named Melissa, who trained me in copy centre. She's got tits the size of little melons and obviously, wearing wrong sized bras. So we decided to have a shopping trip to acquire her some fitted brassiers.
We arrived at the mall and stopped at the first lingere shop to get her a fitting! The clerk didn't know how to do a measuring so she called her manager. The manager came and measured her...and said her band size was a 34, when I said it was a 36. There's no way Melissa was a 34 as I am around a 34. Not to call her fat, just...meatier. She, the manager, then proceeded to measure the cup size that she concluded was a C. By now, we know that the "manager" of the Jacob's lingere store was a dimwit. We tried on a few, non-fitting bras suggested by them, and quickly rolled on outta there.
We then went to La vie en Rose, a popular lingere boutique here in the civilized world. We got her a propper fitting. She was a 36, like I said! *snickers at the dumb Jacob manager lady.* And a double D at that, too. I was getting slightly upset, remembering how I used to wear that bra size. The true devastation arrived when the lady asked me if I wanted a fitting as well...and I agreed. I have now shrunk down to a 32C. What's worse? The store does not carry a 32C. They have 32s up to B, so the lady suggested I go up a band size to 34 and go down a cup size at B. The cup size is fine, the band is too loose. The story of my life it seems! When I was in Taiwan, asian bras do not fit me, when I'm in Canada, North American bras do not fit me either. What the EFF is going on? And I've never been slightest lesbian, but I couldn't stop starring at Melissa's bras as I think...I used to be that size.............
Essy, Signing off...while I cry into my pillow.
As we both know, I started my job and met some new co-workers. Mostly nice, some, not so nice (nor bright, but we'll get to that at another time). Either way, one of them is a girl named Melissa, who trained me in copy centre. She's got tits the size of little melons and obviously, wearing wrong sized bras. So we decided to have a shopping trip to acquire her some fitted brassiers.
We arrived at the mall and stopped at the first lingere shop to get her a fitting! The clerk didn't know how to do a measuring so she called her manager. The manager came and measured her...and said her band size was a 34, when I said it was a 36. There's no way Melissa was a 34 as I am around a 34. Not to call her fat, just...meatier. She, the manager, then proceeded to measure the cup size that she concluded was a C. By now, we know that the "manager" of the Jacob's lingere store was a dimwit. We tried on a few, non-fitting bras suggested by them, and quickly rolled on outta there.
We then went to La vie en Rose, a popular lingere boutique here in the civilized world. We got her a propper fitting. She was a 36, like I said! *snickers at the dumb Jacob manager lady.* And a double D at that, too. I was getting slightly upset, remembering how I used to wear that bra size. The true devastation arrived when the lady asked me if I wanted a fitting as well...and I agreed. I have now shrunk down to a 32C. What's worse? The store does not carry a 32C. They have 32s up to B, so the lady suggested I go up a band size to 34 and go down a cup size at B. The cup size is fine, the band is too loose. The story of my life it seems! When I was in Taiwan, asian bras do not fit me, when I'm in Canada, North American bras do not fit me either. What the EFF is going on? And I've never been slightest lesbian, but I couldn't stop starring at Melissa's bras as I think...I used to be that size.............
Essy, Signing off...while I cry into my pillow.
Is this not cute?
I had both kiddies on my bed the other day, as I was playing auntie Kat while Sarah was trying to be calm in the living room. Then I grabbed my camera, cos this was just too cute to ignore.
Dom is six years old, and a real cutie all on his own. He's smart, slightly hyperactive as I'm sure I've mentioned, but a sweetie. His new sister Lea would be officially 4 weeks to the day when this pic was taken.
It actually took me a few pictures to explain to Dom that I didn't actually want him looking at the camera this time around. But we succeeded. Is that not cute?
This is Lea chewing her Girrow. A Girrow is a cross between a giraffe and a cow. There was some discussion on whether or not the toy was a giraffe or a cow, and we eventually decided that it was officialy somewhere in between - the girrow.
And to finish off, my expedition into the garden this week produced yet more photos of flowers. I'm getting good at the flower close ups now. My desktop has stacks of these to choose from, I haven't had a desktop that isn't a pic I've taken in MONTHS.
This is Lea chewing her Girrow. A Girrow is a cross between a giraffe and a cow. There was some discussion on whether or not the toy was a giraffe or a cow, and we eventually decided that it was officialy somewhere in between - the girrow.
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