Ninety-first day of work selfie

I got this dress at H&M.  I may or may not have bought it specifically for Canada Day because it’s red and white.  I wore it on the first day of the month, so why not wear it again on the last day of the month?  I got my black sweater from Suzy Shier.  My necklace is from Fan Expo and my earrings are from Claire’s.  My bracelet is from Sears and my ring is from UBC.  I tried touching up my nails with glitter polish but they’re still pretty chipped.  I restraightened my hair again, but it keeps unintentionally flipping out at the bottom.

I’m wearing makeup today because it’s my birthday.  Or at least I was.  Let me tell you how I failed today.  I bought this new fiber lash mascara on Car Free Day and decided to try it out this morning.  But I screwed that up and ended up having a huge amount of fibers just getting in my eyes.  All morning it was irritating me and then I looked in the mirror and noticed my eye was red.  It was early afternoon and I had no makeup remover with me, so I had to attempt to remove all my eye makeup with a paper towel and water.  And of course I was wearing a lot of it.  I’m pretty sure there are still some fibers stuck in my eyes and now there are darker circles under my eyes and it probably looks like I’ve been crying.  So my review of fiber lash mascara, is don’t do it, especially if you’re prone to  screwing things up.  At least with my eye being red, it matches my dress?

Eighty-ninth day of work selfie 

I had some wardrobe malfunctions this morning right before I left the house.  It’s a good thing it didn’t happen after I’d already left.  But I didn’t have time to change my outfit.  Nor did I want to.  I got this dress from a vendor at the Caribbean Days Festival at Waterfront Park in North Vancouver on the weekend.  The guy actually had a small fitting room, so I didn’t have to try on dresses over my clothes like I normally do at street festivals.  This was one of the three dresses I bought, and I think the nicest of them.  I really like the blues and the greens and the different lengths at the bottom of the dress.

But this morning, the left strap broke completely off.  I have no idea how it tore in two places, but somehow it did.  All I had at my disposal was a large safety pin and a small bobby pin.  I somehow managed to reattach the strap and secure it in place with these two items.  I’m resourceful, like Macgyver.  I obviously did a bad job of it, because you can still see the bobby pin and the safety pin.  But I mean it’s just for now, so that I could wear the dress today.  Eventually I will have to attempt to sew the strap back on.  Or get someone else with better sewing skills to do it for me.

For now, you can’t tell anything is wrong because I’ve covered it with my green Jacob cardigan.  I got one of my bracelets at Sears and the other one at Suzy Shier.  My green ring is from Greek Day on Broadway and my blue ring is from the Blim Market Festival on Granville.  My necklace is from Payless and my earrings are from Greek Day.  My hair is definitely becoming less and less straight, but I’d like to think it still looks good.  I tried to touch up my nails again so that they can look good while matching my outfit.  I’m wearing makeup because it’s my birthday week and I can.

Eighty-fourth day of work selfie 

It was cold this morning so I wore darker colours.  The black dress is from Stitches, the purple tank top is from Smart Set, and the purple jacket is from a Plenty warehouse sale.  My purple necklace is new, I got it from the Blim Market festival downtown on Sunday.  My purple earrings are also new, I got them from Claire’s on Sunday.  My black bracelet is also from Claire’s.  I still need to find a purple one.  My purple ring is from Greek Day on Broadway.  And my #SELFIE iPhone case is from Aldo.

Sixty-second day of work selfie

It’s usually cold in the morning, but I thought it would get too hot later in the day for a jean jacket.  But then I decided that I didn’t care because I really wanted to wear it.  I love my denim jackets.  I got this one from Old Navy.  I usually like my denim in the darkest wash possible, but I like this one too.  I shaved my legs a bit better this morning so I could wear a shorter dress.  I made the mistake of shaving my underarms and then putting on deodorant.  It burned.  I won’t be making that mistake again.  Except that I most likely, probably, definitely will.  This black dress is from Stitches.  I used to wear it a lot when I worked at Jacob Lingerie, because of our all black dress code.  I had to wear a tank top under it today since I don’t quite fill it out enough.  I think I made it work without one at Jacob Lingerie, since I invested in a lot of good pushup bras during my time there.  And when you work at a lingerie store, plunging necklines aren’t a problem.  This red necklace was a gift from my grandma.  My bracelet is from Suzy Shier and my ring is from UBC.  I don’t know if you can see my metal earrings, but one is the shape of a toothbrush, and the other is the shape of a tube of toothpaste.  Because why not?  I bought them at a Christmas craft fair at South Arm Community Centre last year.  I wore them to my last dentist appointment because I could.  That was a horrible appointment though, because I had to get a wisdom tooth removed, and I was awake, T3s don’t work for me so I had no painkillers, they had to cut away a lot of gums, and it was painful.  I hate dentists.  So I don’t know why I’d want a reminder of them in the form of jewellery.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  

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.

I almost gave a middle aged Asian lady a lap dance

No, not intentionally. I don’t mean that I thought about doing it but couldn’t work up the nerve to. Do you honestly think that would be something I would want to do? It was never my intention. It’s just something that could have potentially occurred due to a combination of my poor sense of balance and Translink conspiring against me.

This morning, I got on the bus, walked down the aisle, and chose a seat. I was about to sit down when the bus jerked forward and I moved to the side slightly before I sat down. But I’m proud to say I did not fall on anyone. But I came dangerously close to falling on the middle aged Asian lady beside me before maneuvering away. Hence the almost lap dance. That would’ve been awkward.

Just another morning

When I get on the bus, I always hope that no one will sit beside me. At least not for a while. I know that eventually it will fill up and inevitably happen. As luck would have it, the guy who sat beside me kind of took up more than his own seat. How pleasant. At least the first bus isn’t too long of a ride. Usually. As my eyes wandered as I sat there, I made the mistake of looking directly into this old man’s ear, which had ear hair in it. That’s something that I cannot unsee. This woman across from me was reading The Hunger Games. Which reminds me I need to blog about that. The movie, not the book. I haven’t read the book. I suppose I will. Eventually. Though not on the bus. I reserve that time for blogging.

Luckily, the Canada Line didn’t drive away right as my bus stopped at the station. With a minute left, I was able to make it, despite the metro & 24 hours news guys in my way. I walked by this guy with paint on his shirt who tried to whistle, but sort of failed as it didn’t come out right. There was a group of kids at the station. But the teacher or leader or whoever had the good sense not to try and cram them on this train and told them they would wait for the next one. Thank God for that. And good luck to the people on the next train.

They really should have a tissue dispenser and a hand sanitizer dispenser on all forms of public transit. Like you get it complimentary with your fare. It’s the least they could do. But even if they did, I bet the people who really need it wouldn’t even use it. Like the woman standing beside me who keeps wiping her nose on her hand. They should also have a vending machine with breath mints, mouth wash, and deodorant. I wouldn’t mind if they charged a fee for those. I’m sure people desperate enough would buy it. They could really make a lot.

It wasn’t really raining it Richmond. Spitting at most. But of course when I got out of the station at Oakridge, it was pouring. And I’m wearing suede shoes. Because I’m that smart. I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t wear the shoes I wanted because I didn’t have the right socks, and then I wasted time looking but to no avail. And ran out of time and didn’t get the chance to grab breakfast, so I’ve already eaten part of my lunch. I also didn’t have time to fix my hair, so it looks worse than usual right now, especially with the rain.

Suede skate shoes

As I crossed the street, there was an old couple right in front of me, walking very slowly. He had a walker and she was beside him, trying to hold an umbrella over both their heads. It was kind of sweet actually. But for a moment I felt like we were going to die because we wouldn’t make it across the street in time. I stupidly missed not one, but two 41 buses. Well not so much missed as didn’t get on. Because I went to the 43 stop. Where there is no shelter from the rain. But it’s the faster bus. Although I doubt if it will actually catch up to the 41s at this rate. But oh well. I’m safe and dry on it now and there is no one sitting beside me. Life is good.

 

Another blog post from my blackberry about my morning commute

Is it too soon for another blog post from my blackberry? Probably. But I’ll do it anyway. If not now, it’ll be later, so why not now?

Okay so I got on the Canada Line, and there are always people who run up the escalator & onto the train because there’s less than a minute left. Usually I’m one of them. But this time I got to walk because there was still time. There are always people in my way who are moving slowly.

The reason I mention this, is because today there was this one guy who ran onto the train. And then he stood there next to me, panting for like five minutes. Okay, maybe it wasn’t five minutes. But it was a prolonged period of heavy breathing that seemed unnecessary. It was as if he’d just run a marathon. Okay, I’m exaggerating. A half marathon maybe. But really I shouldn’t be judging, because if I’d had to run for the train I would probably be doing the same thing. But I would try to hide it.

An old lady just pushed me out of the way so she could get off the train. She could have said excuse me. And then had I refused to move, by all means, push me. I wasn’t even in her way really. What is wrong with people?

As I was getting on the train, there were several people in front of me. I always tend to choose the wrong lineup. The slow moving one. I knew I probably wouldn’t get a seat. But then I saw a few available. But people were in my way so someone who entered from a different door got it. But I was standing beside an empty seat. But it was a priority seat for seniors and handicapped people. So I left it. Although the guy who ended up sitting there was neither handicapped nor a senior. But whatever. It’s not like I have to stand all day or anything… Oh wait, yes I do.

I want to eat some of my lunch. I packed extra food today. Because there was a small piece of Dr. Oetker pizza from last night that wasn’t enough. I ate most of it when I came home from dinner last night. It was kind of like my second dinner. Even though I’d already eaten a lot at The Red Pagoda, the vietnamese place I went to since I had an online voucher for it. I liked my food, but my friend wasn’t so impressed. The waitress spilled something on this other customer. I think they got a free dessert for it? I would’ve just comped their meal. I kind of wish she’d spilled it on me so that our dessert would have been free.

So the piece of pizza wasn’t enough so I also have a sandwich and a smaller sandwich in a bun. And I had breakfast this morning. Because I had a few extra minutes, even after spending time looking for socks. Why? Because I took a shorter shower. Why? Because I looked up and I saw a spider in there and I freaked out. Because when I looked again it wasn’t there anymore and I was like oh shit, it could be anywhere oh my God where is it?! And so I hurried and got the hell out of there. Who knows where it is now…

I made the risky move of getting on the 41 bus instead of the 43. Because of course the 43 left before I could cross the street. And the 41 came next. So I got on it. And it was slow. And I was worried. But as we got from Cambie to Granville, I saw the 43 behind us. So I made the even riskier move of getting off the 41 in attempt to switch to the 43. And I succeeded. I’d have been pissed if I’d inadvertently missed them both in the process. This 43 is quite empty too. I was pleasantly surprised. (The 43 is an express bus during peak hours that makes less stops and travels faster than the 41)

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat part of my lunch. I’ll call it brunch, since it’s occurring in between breakfast and lunch.