Fifty-fourth day of work selfie

Its annoying how almost all of my dresses are too short to wear without leggings.  This one is just long enough.  You know how some places make pants in a long or tall size?  Can they make dresses like that as well?  I remember one time in high school, my friend let me borrow her short skirt, but on me it was more like a mini skirt.  I remember saying that a long skirt for her would be a short skirt for me, a short skirt for her would be a mini skirt for me, and a mini skirt for her would basically be a belt for me.

I asked my mom if this dress was too short when I was leaving the house and she was like “Just be careful when you’re sitting down, especially on the bus.”  I told her I probably wouldn’t get a seat anyway, so it would be fine.  The worst thing about wearing a short dress is having your legs directly against the gross bus seats when you sit down.  My friend told me to do the finger length test and put my arms by my side, and if the dress was past my fingers, then it was fine.  Is that an actual thing that people do?  Apparently they used to make employees do that when I worked at Jacob.  I don’t remember though, I guess I mostly wore pants there.

I got this purple dress from Urban Behavior at Metrotown (It always bothers me to write “Behavior” without a “u” in it).  I got the tank top underneath it from Jacob, when I worked at the Richmond Centre location before they went out of business.  The dress is really thin and would possibly be a bit see-through without it.  In which case, the length would no longer matter.  I got the floral jacket from Suzy Shier at Capilano mall.  My mom asked me if it was new. It’s not, but this is only the second time I’ve worn it.  The necklace and bracelet are both from Claires, the ring is from UBC, and the music note earrings are from a booth outside the PNE Marketplace.  My continually chipping nail polish matches my outfit again.  I really like that colour.  But apparently not enough to maintain a proper manicure.

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Thirty-second day of work selfie

I wanted another fun outfit that day because I was going to a Neil Diamond concert after work.  And yes, I’m pretty sure I was the youngest person there.  I got this dress at H&M.  I actually wore it to my interview for my current job but with a different sweater.  So it has to be lucky or something, right?  Or maybe I just feel really confident when I wear it?  Is it weird that I love a dress with birds on it when in reality I actually hate birds and find them super annoying?  I repeated my purple Jacob sweater and my grey Bryan’s leggings (pretty much the only leggings I own that currently fit).  My aunt gave me these silver earrings as a birthday present one year and I think they might be my favourite pair.  I love that they’re big enough to stand out, but not so big that they’re too heavy or obnoxious.  I decided to wear two bracelets that day, because, yay, concert!  One is from Claire’s and one might be from the dollar store.  The necklace is also from Claire’s and the ring is from UBC.

Looking at the photo, it almost looks like some of the birds on the dress are dying, rather than flying.  Or maybe I’m just seeing it that way because I hate birds?

A sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again

Today, being April Fool’s Day, life decided to play a cruel joke on me.  So yesterday when I got home from work, I made chicken, not because I wanted it for dinner, but because I wanted it for my lunch for today. Before I went to bed, I packed my lunch, a large container of rice, chicken, vegetables, and avocado. I was looking forward to it. Needless to say, I did not get to have it for lunch today. Did I forget it at home? No, that would be too easy. Where is my lunch now? Sitting on a bus somewhere. I left it on the damn bus. 

What’s particularly annoying is that I realized I’d forgotten it as soon as I got off, but by then it was too late. I watched the bus drive away, debating whether or not I should run after it. I work at a university, UBC to be specific. There’s a lot of construction, currently, and always, which makes it difficult to get around. At times, it can be like a massive obstacle course just getting from building to building. This being the case, I got off the bus at the stop before the bus loop, to save myself the time and effort of maneuvering around the construction in that area. Upon realizing what I left behind, I made my way to the bus loop, figuring that maybe, just maybe, I could flag down the bus before it left. Unfortunately for me, it took longer than I’d hoped, by the time I crossed the street twice and made my way over. 

Once there, I had no idea which bus was the bus I had been on, or if it was even still there. I saw a #43 bus, but it wasn’t the same #43 bus that I had been on. The loop is massive and buses are randomly parked and pulling up every which way. Some also change their number to NIS when they are parked, since they are not in service at the time. I tried to remember what the driver looked like, and I think I may have found the right bus. Sadly, I found it as it was driving away, out of the bus loop, and out of my life. Forever.

I called Translink but they have no direct contact with the drivers. I must have sounded so sad and pathetic reporting a lost lunch bag. But this wasn’t just any old lunch bag. In fact you would even know it was a lunch bag just by looking at it. It was one of those insulated ones that looks like a purse. When I would carry it around, it simply looked like it was a small purse. Not to mention the fork and the Tupperware container inside it. And the food. My food, damnit! I spent all day thinking about the great meal I could have had but didn’t. It doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. But imagine if I had lost a twenty dollar bill on the bus instead. When you add up the cost of the bag and the food and everything, it’s basically the same thing. I also take care to prepare my lunch every day because I have some dietary restrictions which can make it difficult to find something suitable when eating out. I ended up having to buy a sad looking bagel sandwich, which was very unsatisfying.

 So yeah. First world problem at its finest. But why, you ask, should I take this as a sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again? Well, when I was getting off the bus, I was in the midst of publishing my previous blog post this morning. And that distraction is what caused me to be so neglectful as to forget my damn lunch purse on the ground beside my seat. For some reason, the WordPress app kept on logging me out of my account, as I tried desperately to save and publish my post. I managed to do so, but at what cost?

I suppose it could have also happened in order to give my something random and unnewsworthy to blog about right now. But it’s not as if I’m going to run out of material anytime soon.

The gum chewer

He chews his gum.

Loudly

and obnoxiously.

As if there is no one else around him.

As if there is only him,

his gum,

and nothing else.

And that gum is the last thing

he will ever have to chew on.

…………………………………………….

I want to punch him in the face.

My phone won’t charge

When I came home last night, I plugged in my phone to charge overnight, as I often do.  The battery life sucks and so I usually have to charge it everyday.  When I woke up this morning, I checked it and the battery life was still exactly where it had been last night.  Sometimes this happens because the outlet in my room suck and it becomes unplugged, and therefore does not charge.  But that was not the case this time.  It was still plugged in and still indicated that it was charging.  But it wasn’t.  What the fuck?

I’m worried now.  The battery life is more than half gone already.  I’ve turned off my phone for now in order to preserve it.  What’s annoying is that today I would have actually made a few calls and such but now I won’t because I don’t want to phone to die.  I also have a lot of pictures on my phone that I’ve yet to post or do anything with and I do not want to lose them.  Blogging from my phone is out of the question at this point.

What’s going to happen?  When the battery life finally dies, which will most probably definitely happen later today, will it just never turn back on?  Why won’t it charge?  It’s always charged in the past.  Very slowly, but eventually.  Why not now?  Is the battery just dead?  Or unchargeable somehow?  What do I do?  I’m sort of internally freaking out about it.  My phone and I have always had our differences, but this is just an all new low.  I haven’t even dropped it recently so what’s the deal?

I suppose I’ll take it to Rogers later and complain.  And most likely they will do nothing or try to sell me a battery that’s almost the price of a phone.  Is this a sign that I should just give up the blackberry?  But I’ve stuck with for so long, despite all its problems.  I don’t want to conform to the masses.  I hate touch screens.  I like being able to push actual buttons.  I could never have that with an iPhone.  Why is my blackberry such a bitch?

Tales from the microwave station

I was in the student union building at UBC and I needed to use the microwave to heat up my lunch. It was one of those Michelina’s frozen dinner things. Because I’m healthy and classy like that. And because they were only $1 at Superstore. Don’t judge me.

My point is, I couldn’t just eat it cold. It was frozen. I required a microwave. But alas, they were all being used. And so I waited. This one girl had heated up her food and gone to sit down but there was still something being heated up in the microwave. I assumed it was hers. There was this other guy standing by the other microwave, waiting for his food. Just when I thought the timer was about to go off, he would increase it again. This happened a few times, so I had no indication as to when he would actually be done.

When the timer finally stopped on the other microwave, the girl didn’t get up. And then I saw the guy move over from his microwave to open the other one and stir whatever was in it. It wasn’t the girl’s food, it was his. He had been using both microwaves. Seriously, who the fuck uses two different microwaves when there are other people waiting? It wasn’t just me, there was a guy behind me as well and possibly others. What the hell? It was a small container too, like gravy or something? Two microwaves at once was so unnecessary. I hope his food was overheated and burned him when he took a bite. Microwave karma’s a thing, right?

People who annoy me on public transit

Well, a lot of people annoy me on public transit. Most people annoy me on public transit. It’s way too much to fit into one blog post. There’s really enough material there for me to dedicate an entire blog to. But I won’t. Because that would be overkill. And possibly annoying. And the last thing I want is to be like the people I’m about to complain about.

Instead of just listing off the types of people who annoy me, I’ll just provide you with some recent examples. The first, being the old lady who pushed me yesterday morning. I was standing on the crowded Canada Line, as we pulled up to a stop. And people got on. And then I felt this woman pushing me. And I thought what the fuck? And then I saw that it was this old lady trying to push me out of the way so that she could get to the priority seating, where the person gave up the seat for her. But why should the fact that she was old offend me any less than if it were a person of a younger age? She was old, but not mute. The least she could have done was to say excuse me. And then I would have happily moved out of her way. The fact that she so rudely felt the need to push me made me not even want to get out of her way. You always hear old people saying that young people these days have no respect for their elders. Well if you want respect, maybe don’t push people. Respect goes both ways.

Another person who annoyed me yesterday morning was the guy sitting beside me on the bus. No, he didn’t push me. He didn’t even fall asleep on me, as people often tend to do. He didn’t actually do anything to me. But he annoyed me nevertheless. At some point, he started scratching his arm. Profusely. He kept going. Even if I looked away, I could hear it happening. And then he switched arms. Okay, I’m not saying don’t scratch if you’re itchy, but the way he kept going at it bothered me. I just wanted it to stop. And I hoped he didn’t have something that I might catch. The last thing I need is a skin disease. And then when he stopped, he started scratching and rubbing his nose and his chin. And later went back to scratching his arm. I really think he should invest in some calamine lotion. Or maybe see a doctor.

The other guy who annoyed me that morning, was sitting across from me. Well, not directly across from me, more like across and a seat over. Not that it matters. The point is, I was able to see him. He didn’t do anything. Maybe I wasn’t so much annoyed as judgemental in this case. I’m not one to judge people based on their looks. But this guy sort of pretty much had a mullet. So yeah. Enough said.

Not to be outdone by yesterday morning, this morning had it’s share of annoying commuters as well. As I stood on the train, there was this girl who got on at a later stop and stood by the door. And she kept on sniffling and snorting. Okay maybe not actually snorting, but you get the idea. She kept this up the whole time. As I’ve stated in the past, I hate when people do this. It’s gross and could easily be remedied by blowing your nose. I think maybe I should start carrying a pack of tissues with me to offer to people in these situations, but I feel like maybe they might get offended.

At an later stop, more people got on. One of those people was this fat, mean looking man, who just happened to stand beside me. Awesome. Maybe he wasn’t overly mean looking. It was more a combination of meanness and confusion, if that makes any sense. I cringed as his sausage like hands reached for the pole. So he stood next to me, fine. Except that he was a heavy breather. Like unnecessarily so. He sighed and breathed loudly and heavily. And continued to do so. And I could feel his breath on me as he did so. It was not pleasant. I stood there, praying for it to finally be over.

Those were just some recent examples. Obviously there are many more types of people who annoy me on public transit. The list is endless. I mean there are people on the bus annoying me as I’m writing this. But I won’t go there. Not right now, anyway.