I’m a little teapot

As I promised last night, I am going to start updating my site on a regular basis again.  “Is it that time of year again,” I can hear you ask in earnest.  Why yes, it’s that time of year when I am single, addicted to the computer, and in need of getting my feelings onto [virtual-]paper so that I can at least pretend I’ve told someone them, even if my readership on this site is approaching absolute zero.

I believe I should fill you all in (heh…all….like there’s more than one of you) on what’s been happening during the past three months of my life.

The latest chapter in the epic fail that is my life begins somewhere around mid-December 2008.  The spirit of Christmas was in the air, beautiful, colored lights were being hung, and my soul was being crushed by yet another year of loneliness and heartache.  (Does this sound like the beginning of a country song? You tell me.)  Between having to re-acclimate my body to Canadian winters and knowing that Dave’s disgustingly cute girlfriend was days from arriving from Colombia, I was not the most enthusiastic of Santa’s little helpers.

Thinking that “Hey, I’m already on the computer anyways, why don’t I try looking on a few dating sites for someone to share a hot cup of coffee and possibly a shortbread cookie with?”  This is where most people would exclaim “But Justin, if you’re are a useless idiot surfing the internet for a date on the eve of Christ’s birth, who else do you expect to find,” and where someone who isn’t a useless idiot would respond “Oh yeah, useless idiots.”  As I am a useless idiot, I was not mindful of this fact.

I met Shlonya (names have been changed to protect the innocent) and we hit it off moderately well.  We weren’t planning on flying to Vegas to tie the knot as Elvis and Marilyn or anything, but there was enough there that we had a good time at a local pub and the movies (Sweeney Todd…GO SEE IT!) that we didn’t feel like dismembering each other.

Well, not yet anyways.

She went to Las Vegas (see where I’m going with this? … No, I’m kidding, she didn’t get married down there, you putz.) for New Years and immediately after getting back (I’m talking the same night) calls me to schedule date numero deuce.  At first I was a little stunned, actually.  Thanks to my wonderfully high self esteem, I really wasn’t expecting her to call me so soon after getting home, or at all in fact, so hearing from her was a pleasant surprise, not to mention a great little ego booster.

We met for our second date and she had even brought me a gift that she had picked up in Vegas: two Guess t-shirts.  Now this might not sound spectacular to you, but being the lonely guy I am, coupled with the fact that I’d only ever received a Christmas gift from one other girl I was interested in (and I swiftly killed that nasty habit by breaking up with her that same day) put me on cloud 15.  Yes, I actually rose 6 clouds higher than 9.

Well the saying goes: what goes up, must come down.  I’m amending it.  What goes up, must eventually peak moderately above average at which point gravity takes hold and pulls you back down to earth harder than a grandmother does a newborn.

Ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but the fact remains that things didn’t stay good for long.

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Finally, I’d had enough.  We’d been fighting a lot, mostly about her laziness (her words, not mine) and her job at which she could be lazy – she was an “Inventory Control Specialist”, Staples-speak for “box counter extraordinaire.”  I thought (well, still think) that she was an incredibly bright girl who just didn’t give herself enough credit, but she refused to try and challenge herself.

Can that be considered a true character flaw?  I don’t know.  All I know is that while I may be incredibly lazy when I set foor in my front door, the only reason I do that is because at work, I am an incredibly motivated person.  If I’m not being challenged, I find myself bored and often looking for a new job.  At any rate, not only was she refusing to try and even come up with other possibilities for a career, but wouldn’t even attempt to find the same job at another company that would at least pay her a little more money (she was making less than Dairy Queen employees).

At this point, it’s Tuesday.  We’d fought most of the weekend and she’d been home for a few days doing laundry or whatever it is that she does at home.  During the day at work, I was at a client’s house setting up their computers after their house had been completely renovated.  With this renovation came a new desk.  And this desk was big.  Built into the wall, it was a beautiful structure with cabinets and shelves on both sides, reaching 5 feet off either side of the desk.  Being so huge and being built into the wall meant that there needed to be power sockets mounted in some of the shelves.  Unfortunately, the cabinet guys didn’t have long enough screws to mount the wall plates on these sockets and had to come back the following day to finish up, meaning that the power sockets were just hanging loose.

I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this.

As I was about to plug in the router to one of these hanging sockets, I found myself wondering whether these sockets currently had power.  Of course, no sane electrician would just leave live sockets hanging off a wall where some bozo could touch them.

Hi there, nice to meet you.  I’m Bozo.

Just before I went to plug in the router, I had a moment of clarity, stopped myself and asked “Shmoeanne (remember, names are being changed to protect the innocent… or in this case, guilty), these sockets aren’t live are they?”  Now I’m not sure why I believed her when she said “No, they’re not” seeing as she had just spent the previous 5 minutes on the phone with Telus screaming at them because she couldn’t figure out how to delete a voicemail message, but it was at that point I threw caution to the wind and went to plug in the rout—–BZZZZZZZZZT

Now I’m not sure how long I blacked out for, but I do remember coming to across the room with my fingers tingling and a headache that rivalled any migraine I’ve ever had.  I’m not sure if she had to bat me away from the wall with the chair or if I just fell there, but either way, I was in pain.  I went home, took a handful or 6 of Migraine Relief Advil, and crawled into bed.  It was at this point that I decided that I deal with enough physical pain in my life that I don’t need to put up with any more psychological crap than absolutely necessary – I was going to break up with Shlonya this week.


Finally, the day before I was planning on breaking up with her, and the day after our two month “official” anniversary arrives, and I hop in the shower. I look down on the floor and I notice that something looks different, but seeing as it’s 7:30 in the goddamned morning and I couldn’t tell you my own name at this point, I figure that I’m either imagining things or I’m imagining things.

I walk out of the bathroom after getting ready and see that both of her bags are packed.  “Should I be taking this as a hint,” I ask her.  She replied that it would be best if she had some time to herself.  (Editor’s Note: For those of you who are not fluent in the ancient Zulu language of Womanese, that means she was dumping me.)

It saves me the hassle of having to do it tomorrow, so… YAHOO!

That was last Friday.

If you’re keeping score, that means that last week I was electrocuted and I was dumped.  Yes, there are those of you out there who are going to argue that she just beat me to the punch, but anyone who’s broke up with anyone will tell you that the act of dumping someone feels great, so she wins, I lose.

Saturday, I go into the office for a few hours to help Alex develop our new client acquisition process and sometime while we were there, the boss pokes his head in to tell me that he’s giving me a raise.  Due to the fact that I was hired and getting paid as a technician, but since I’m doing quite a bit more administrative stuff lately (like the AARC paper-to-paperless project and the other smaller project planning I’ve been doing) he wanted to compensate me accordingly.

How many of you can say that your bosses have ever just come to you and OFFERED you more money?  NEENER NEENER NEEVER!!!

And theeeeeeeeeeen, to brighten my spirits, I went out car shopping today.  I’ve spent over $2000 in the past 2 and a half weeks alone on my stupid car, so I figured I’d go see what’s out there. Long story short, I just put a deposit on a 2009 Mitsubishi Lancer GT.

Sidenote: Why the hell are the 2009’s out already? It’s barely 2008 and you’re already pushing out next year’s model.  I understand it gives your customers the bragging rights and the ability to pretend like they’re living in the future, but seriously, who are you trying to fool?

So to sum everything up, last week (and I guess the past two and a half weeks if you want to get technical) have sucked so hard, you could slap a sticker on it and call it a Hoover (maybe their 2009 model? :P ) and this week is shaping up to be one of my best in recent months.

I’m crossing my fingers and staying positive.  I guess there’s a first time for everything, right?

A life worth living

Over the past few months, I’ve been spending some time thinking about what my future could hold. That’s not to say I’ve never thought about where my life has been heading, but more that up until now I’ve only thought about what would happen if I sat back and let things happen. Lately what I’ve been doing is thinking about where I want to be and what I need to do to get myself there.

Case in point: my career. As most of you know I’ve been into computers since I was old enough to bang on the keys, and using all the knowledge I’ve acquired over the past (almost-)25 years, I’ve been able to float along just peachy. My problem is that over the past 8 or so years, I’ve been stuck doing technical work due in large part to me blowing off school. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the need for technically-minded people — hell, I wouldn’t be where I am today without said need — but after 8 years of doing more or less the same thing, I look back and wonder why I’ve accomplished basically nothing. Sure, I’ve been given many incredible opportunities, including one to live on a sub-tropical island during a Canadian winter, but simply in terms of career level, I haven’t moved. That’s why I’ve decided that rather than sit back and just wait for something great to happen to me, I’m going to make something happen to me.

As I’ve become more and more distraught with my current situation in life, I’ve been speaking to the big bossman at work. I’ve expressed my concerns about how my heart just isn’t in the tech work like it used to and how I’d like to take on more of a non-technical role. To be honest, I wasn’t really expecting much at first; I’d been promised similar things at previous jobs but obviously nothing ever materialized. Maybe I had just gone about things the wrong way, but David has not only been very receptive to my ideas, but he’s actually put some of them into motion.

Before we get all happy and bouncy, I haven’t been completely absolved of my technical responsibilities – far from it. I was hired as a technical person, and I will continue to perform those duties for quite some time to come. However, in the past couple months, I’ve not only been put into a project management role for a major (6 month+) project at one of our clients but I’ve also informally taken the role of Director of Field Operations at Versalt itself.

Truth be told, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never had a position that has been so non-technical so I’m a little worried that I might be over my head, but as the saying goes: “Nothing worth having ever came easy.” I’ve spent my entire life taking what’s come easy and what I have to show for myself reflects exactly that.

In completely unrelated news, I’ve somehow managed to convince some totally naive girl named Tonya to date me. She has no idea what she’s in for so you might want to warn her if you have the chance.

Speaking of girlfriends, Dave’s woman (Ange) finally moved up here just before New Years. She is from Colombia, South America, and after having a good month or so to get to know her, all I can say is that her and Dave are just as disgustingly cute in person as they were when they were separated by 6,000 miles. In case I didn’t tell you about them previously, before she moved to Canada, the two of them would download the same movie, call each other on the phone, and talk to each other as if they were sitting right next to each other. Like I said: cute enough to make you puke. Oh well, Dave deserves to be happy, and the two of them are perfect for each other.

Finally, I will be updating this blog more frequently. I’ve quite literally felt like a part of me has been missing since I stopped writing, and even just writing this little update has made my night.

Stay tuned for more tales of “Justin’s Sad Life™.”