English Bay

I normally don’t like talking about it on here but it has consumed all of my thoughts for weeks now.

I’ve spent a lot of time talking with friends and family about jobs. Their jobs, my job, every one’s job. And for some reason, at the end of all these conversations I am left feeling completely disheartened about my situation.

Like with any job, my position has its plus’ and it has its minus’, and lately the minus’ have been bothering me a lot more then they ever have. All I can think about is finding something new, finding something exciting, finding something with a change of pace. But as much as I want to get out there and see what else there is, a part of me thinks these feelings are somewhat miss placed. What I really think the problem is, is that I don’t feel like I am getting compensated enough for what I do and therefore I don’t feel like putting any effort into my job and it has become very boring. I could be doing a lot more but I don’t want to because I don’t feel like they think I am worth it.

I know that this is my own fault. It has been over a year and a half since my last raise and I am long over due for another one. Part of me is terrified to ask for one and the other part of me just can’t seem to find the right timing. I’m not going to lie but this whole Cancer thing has screwed a lot of stuff up. I was going to ask for a raise at the beginning of the year but then I was constantly having to leave work for Doctors appointments and then surgery and then more appointments and on and on and it just felt wrong asking for more money when I was constantly having to leave or not be at work. But, maybe that’s just an excuse I gave myself.

As far as finding a new job goes, its also probably not the best time, economically and personally. In just over a year I will be taking a month long trip to Italy and I’m sure pretty soon after that will be knocked up and on maternity leave. Is there really any point in starting a new job only to work there for a year and then basically leave? If this job was horribly awful then of course yes, but the fact is its not. Plus, most jobs out there like you to have 3 or more years experience in the fashion industry so why and I trying to cut myself short of that?

The fact of the matter is that this job is close to home, I’m in the field I want to be in, the majority of the people I work with I love to death, I get to spend a lot of time blogging (ha) and they are pretty flexible with me. The cons are that I don’t get paid nearly enough, I don’t feel challenged anymore, and the part of me that really cared about this company is starting to fade at an alarming rate. But is that enough to make it worth changing jobs?

If you were to ask me what my ideal job would be I could answer it in a second. It’s not what you expect (unless it is, ha). I don’t want to be a designer, and I don’t want to be a fashionista. I don’t want to become world famous or make millions of dollars. All I want to do is stay home with my kids and take care of them, then pop over to my little sewing room in the corner and spend hours with brightly coloured threads and leftover buttons and scraps of printed fabric and make hand sewn things. Be it puppets or felt figurines or quilts or babies clothes and then sell them at markets and fairs like some leftover hippy from the 70s, or maybe a fun boutique with interesting pieces . I adore the delicate work of hand stitching. I love crafts and as a kid always made my own purses and little stitching projects. Its all about attention to detail for me not about mass production. Thinking about it right now makes me incredibly happy. I know I could start my own company and it would be amazing. But this is a dream, of course, and will have to wait.

So is it so bad that I spend my time here, saving up for the days where I get to take the kids to the park and then come home and make an entire bear family out of plaid scraps and felt?

Now that I think about it, maybe not.

Hopefully he made the right choice.

Ok so how about next week everything goes back to normal. Do you think that’s possible? It feels like my posts have been all over the place too which I hate. But oh well, such is life.

I have been working my ass off today which is something I rarely do on Fridays but it feels good to be productive and have something accomplished by the end of the day.

I think tonight we are going to head down to English Bay for Date Night. We were suppose to do that last Friday but it rained, and then things went sour. Tonight though, it is sunny and beautiful outside so I think it will be perfect. The plan is to head down there and go for a walk and then hit up Flying Wedge for some crazy midnight pizza. This is a summer tradition I look forward to every year. The only thing is we are having steaks and baked potatoes for dinner and the thought of that AND pizza makes me feel like the fattest person ever. We will have to go for a long walk in between meals.

I kind of think my head is going to explode right now.

Right so anyways, the Swiss Chalet…

Dinner at the Swiss Chalet with Matt on Wednesday night was good though I really doubt I will go back again. I’m sorry but I can not handle the atmosphere in there. Some how, both times I ‘ve been, the place has been packed with loud fat people shoving chicken in their faces. I told Matt next time we are going to HAVE to order out. This chicken is good, but the people are not.

We were seated next to this couple and the wife was on the phone yammering so loud about her cell phone bill and how shes pissed off and yadda yadda. I wanted to throw a toasted roll at her head of but you know the toasted rolls are too precious for that. Then the waiter proceeded to bring her a glass of Ice Tea, her husband some coffee, then Matt & I glasses of water.

On his way back past their table she promptly asks him if they serve Tap Water when people ask for Water. To this he replies Yes then walks away. He comes back a few minutes later to bring us our food, drops it off and then turns toward the couples table. She shouts out to him asking what he would do if someone was allergic to tap water. He says that they also serve bottled water. So she says to him – “Well, I will have you know that I am HIGHLY allergic to tap water”…

I’m sorry WHAT!?

1. Who the hell is ACTUALLY allergic to Tap Water? OK I’m sure there might be someone out there. Actually come to think of it I think Oprah once did a special on this, but in Vancouver…at the Swiss Chalet…COME ON!
2. Why the hell are you even tell the waiter this when you CLEARLY ordered an ICE TEA (which I am sure was watered down with TAP WATER)??? WHAT DOES YOUR ICE TEA HAVE TO DO WITH YOU BEING “HIGHLY” ALLERGIC TO TAP WATER???
3. I’m pretty sure all the cutlery you are using was washed in TAP WATER so whats going to happen now??? ARE YOU GOING TO DIE???
4. GET OVER YOURSELF AND WASH YOUR GREASY PONY TAIL!!!

When I heard this conversation taking place I almost lost it. Well, I did loose it in my head. This is why I dine at classier places. Yes, the Swiss Chalet is beneath me. I will admit it, I am a food snob, and clearly this situation here demonstrates why I have to be a food snob. I can not handle people like this. I almost wasted a chicken leg by throwing it at this womans face!!

skab#(*&ry asodfp(*np@r()qp:sfgb)@*)q(*)(b&@#rhwlf  People drive me NUTS!

Le sigh.

I am now going to down my frustration in Steak and Pizza.

I know you wish you were me.

I had a feeling it was going to be a weird day…

The number of celebrities that have died while I was online at work checking TMZ is actually shocking…

 
Is it creepy that this is the first picture I have of Chad and I the first time we met because it creeps me out??? Chad clearly hasn’t changed. This photo always reminds me of what it was like back when I first started blogging.

I think this is the first time I have ever remembered to acknowledge my Blogiversary. I’m usually a day short, or I forget all together.

It’s funny that every year I get mad at myself for forgetting about this oh so special day and for not writing anything important about it, and then this year comes along and I actully remember and I have nothing to say.

4 years ago today I got myself my first official blog. From there I met friends and interesting people, and I married a blogger and got free gifts. It is obvious that my life would in no way be close to the way it is now if it wasn’t for this blog. I wouldn’t be friends with half the people I know, I wouldn’t be married, I wouldn’t be cool. HA. I guess you could say I pretty much owe my life to my blog, but at the same time if I didn’t exist it wouldn’t exist so maybe it owes its life to me.

No matter what I have done in my life this blog has always been there with me. And although I’m sure if I didn’t work a job where I sit infront of a computer for 8 hours a day I might not have the opportunity to blog as much as I do, the fact is I do. Maybe the universe worked it out that way. The universe wants me to blog.

Every day this thing surprises me. It surprises me with how many people come out of the wood work and comment or send me emails or want to meet me in person.

I heart my blog.

Even when you are all gone, I’m pretty sure I will blog until the day I die.

4 years. I can’t believe its been that long!

I’m wearing my Lesbian Plaid shirt from Aritzia today. It’s quite cold out and in this office. I think the air conditioner is on, and that doesn’t make any sense.

Matt is taking me to the Swiss Chalet tonight. It is his favorite restaurant which is kind of surprising given all the amazing places we have eaten at. I’m clearly ignorant when it comes to the Swiss Chalet because I only think I’ve ever been there once before, and that was with Matt. I remember the menu being not what I excepted. Actually, I don’t really know what I was expecting. I just remember a lot of really fat people chowing down on chicken. I checked out the menu again this morning and realized its all based on chicken, rotisserie chicken. This should be interesting. I think the last time I was there and I looked at the menu I realized that everything they were serving was basically stuff your Mom would serve for Sunday Dinner in the middle of winter. Now, since my Mom did make this kind of food for Sunday Night Dinner I never felt the need to go to a restaurant to eat it. The good thing today is that it is rainy and cold outside and probably the perfect weather for the Swiss Chalet.

For the past two nights there has been nothing to do. Thats right, nothing to do. We make dinner, we eat it, we clean up, and then we have 3 hours of nothing but watching TV. I’m not going to lie, its kind of boring, which is kind of ironic because all the nights where I am so swamped with stuff to do all I wanted to do it pass out on the couch to the TV. Now I have that chance and it’s making me crazy.

My eyes hurt.