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I still don't understand why my mom insists on getting up at roughly the same time as I do on weekdays. It's not like she has an appointment to get to. Sharing the use of the kitchen sink is getting a tad tiresome. She says it's because she can't sleep well. She has been experiencing problems with her mattress since the weekend, so I can sympathize with her. However, I'm assuming that ever since she saw me eat a rather small breakfast one morning, that she's keeping tabs on me. This morning, she suggested having these shui mai (dim sum) that was made with minced fish (allegedly). I heated up a couple. I had one bite of one of them and nearly threw up. It was sweet and horrible! It apparently had water chestnuts. I like water chestnuts, but the combination was disgusting. So, my mom saw me have little to eat for breakfast. I'm sure she'll still be getting up at the same time as I do to see what else I have for breakfast. At work, it was another productive day. I continued working on that production document that iPod boy (DJ) could have edited, but didn't. I could tell that he seemed intimidated to approach me, for he probably suspected that I was somewhat perturbed that he had given me more work to do. Additionally, he is nosy, constantly looking at what's on my screen. He hasn't bugged me about it since I worked on the document that he technically should have been working on. The sales coordinator's ex-smoking buddy sent me an e-mail, indirectly asking why my software release notes weren't on the network drive. I explained that neon boy (PC) had taken notes from my folder that were intended for a commission and sent them to a customer, which caused some grief afterwards. Since then, I've simply removed the folder off the drive and this sort of mess hasn't recurred. Anyway, I asked him if he could set up a folder in my directory where a handful of people who need to access it can do so. He said that he'd work on that for me. Cool. In the meantime, I had to send him a couple of documents on changes from nearly two years ago. The developer with whom I work closely the most out of all of the programmers sent me some more release notes to do. I'll get around to that tomorrow. PC sent a rather irritating e-mail to me today. He asked me to choose two out of the five photographs of products that he had attached and asked me to remove the backgrounds. He went on to say that he needed them in a presentation and that he needed these images by tomorrow. He had to toss his manager's name into the picture and said that this request was urgent. I would have none of that. I wrote back to him, copying my manager. I told him that I was exceptionally busy. After all, I was working on DJ's work right now. The original request came in on Friday and I was still working on it. I told him that I could not guarantee that I'd get his work done by tomorrow. I need more notice than that. I guess reality had finally sunk in. He wrote back to me and said to not worry about it. You think? He could do this task himself. If it's a last-minute presentation, show that it is by inserting the pictures as-is. I managed to print off that document, and sit outside on the picnic bench (don't ask why one is tucked away from practically everything), and revised it. It was nice to get some fresh air while working. Twenty minutes later, I went back inside, made my final changes to the document, and then called it good. I proceeded to send it off to the vice president of operations. Twenty minutes before I was to leave, I went upstairs to talk to my manager. I had to get him to sign my vacation request form and to ask how I could get a DITA software package paid for by the company. He just told me to state why I needed it and how it would benefit my writing to him. He'd then forward it to the president. Now, I just have to find some time to write all this out. I left at precisely 14:30. I didn't say a word to anyone. I typed goodbye to the sales coordinator on MSN messenger. That was it. DJ was on the phone, talking away. I quietly walked to my car and waited for the president's son (PS). I waited for a bit and then called him. I then heard him call my name. I looked back, and he was there. I told him to quickly get into my car. I then exited from the back way. It was an exciting getaway! We stopped at Casey's for lunch. We shared a chicken quesadilla, which was yummy. I had the three-cheese bison burger with a caesar salad. I couldn't eat it all. I left about a third of the salad and half the hamburger bun. PS went with the jambalaya. He liked it. The rain was coming down hard. We were watching the entire thunder-and-lightning show from our table. It was nice to watch, but I was glad to be indoors. I was more excited that this fairly heavy rainfall would get the bird poop off the passenger-side window of my car. Woo hoo! It was raining gently when we left the restaurant before 16:00. We drove down to the Molson Amphitheatre. We were in a bit of a traffic jam. I had to take Lake Shore Boulevard, and the folks wanting to go on the Gardiner Expressway affected our lanes. Anyway, we parked at around 17:00. PS was kind to pay for parking. I used my parking brake. I don't do that too often, but I was parked on a slope and didn't want to take any chances. We then walked over to the venue. The bag search was fine. He didn't see my digital camera at the bottom of it, which was nice. I bought a t-shirt, and purchased drinks for PS and me. We stood around for a bit before we were allowed to enter the venue. Our seats were good. I wasn't crazy about the two folks sitting in front of me. They kept on talking, which meant that it was fairly difficult to take pictures. I still managed to, despite this minor hurdle. The following review appeared on Canoe.ca. I find it missing some parts, which I hope I can fill in afterwards. Molson Amphitheatre, Toronto - June 19, 2007 My thoughts on the show: Margaret Cho
The Cliks
The Gossip
Debbie Harry
The Dresden Dolls
Erasure
Cyndi Lauper
Finale
We walked to my car and I drove PS home. I then drove home. A guy in a van in the next lane seemed upset a number of times when I had passed by him each time. At one point, I would guess that he was doing closer to 100 km, just to make a point zooming past me that he was the faster driver. Whatever.
Song that's stuck in my head: Erasure's "Sucker for love" Recent thoughts:
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