Right
now I find everything unbearable. Everything... I am not
sure if it's because I'm now into week two of my cold, which
by the way went directly to my chest. It seems that colds
are the only things that do. Maybe it's because my mind
is so full of angst, anger and sorrow over all of the awful
things I have heard in regards to violence against women
these last two weeks. Yes, I am talking about Alicia Ross
and Jennifer Teague. Maybe it's just the simple fact that
one wacko thing after another seems to happen to me!
First
there was Monday... the most unbearable day of the week
as it is... I am sick but have to go to work because I only
have two sick days left and it's only September...
...
then I had to once again deal with rude... annoying teenagers
on the subway... one of which was sitting on a seat meant
for two people, lounging as if he was at home on his couch...
I crammed myself onto the seat beside him... daring him
to make a comment.
...
train stops at Chester and doesn't move for what seems to
be an eternity...
get
to work and I don't have any sugar for my much needed coffee...
Tuesday...
ah, yes Tuesday. Tuesday use to be my favourite day of the
week... my Buffy night... at around 11 am I had a sudden
pang of sadness... I don't look forward to Tuesdays anymore...
Wednesday...
or hump day as everyone puts it... hump day means nothing
to those of us who work seven days a week... I did have
something to look forward to though... Jamie at Hardboiled
Inc. finished the Shebytches tees and I picked them
up after work... seeing how fabulous they looked made my
day... even though at this point I could barely breath due
to the cold in my chest...
...
then there was the streetcar ride, up Spadina and to the
subway station... apparently the four foot gap behind me
wasn't enough for the four foot eight inch, eighty pound
lady to get around... she made it a point to bump into me,
loudly swear at me in another language and glare at me for
the entire journey to the subway... she then stood on the
west bound platform glaring across the tracks at me... me
thinks she was trying to burn a hole in me with her lazer
eyes... didn't work... I can't find the hole...
Thursday's
child is full of... no wait... wasn't that Wednesday's
child... what ever... I could barely stay upright... I wanted
to go to the Health Centre and lay down... my head was pounding
due to my uncontrollable cough... and I was so stuffed up
breathing became a chore... I left work early... got home
saw my cell phone bill for a phone I no longer use... attempted
to call the company and question why I was receiving a bill
for a phone I had cancelled months ago...
...
after 10 minutes on hold... I gave up... went to my bed
and tried to sleep... got up for a bowl of soup and went
back to bed... I NEVER do that...
Friday...
the end of the work week... the happy, happy day... the
beginning of the weekend... *sigh* for regular nine to fiver's...
today I made the mistake of calling the ex cell phone company
to question why I received yet another bill for a service
I no longer use...
...
first I was on hold for 30 minutes before someone finally
answered... to tell I had called the wrong department...
he
transferred me...
...
right back to where I started!!!
...
I was then on hold for another 25 minutes... and got a very
disgruntled Kenny who was about to transfer me again when
I told him...
"wait,
that last guy that did that put me right back to where I
started...
I'm
going to have to wait another 30 minutes"
...
he said "no you won't", then transferred me to...
...their
affiliate in Montreal... yes... Montreal...
but...
believe it or not... not only did Melanie not transfer me,
she put me on hold... called the Ontario office and cleared
it all up for me... I wonder if moving to Quebec might solve
many of my other problems as well...
Saturday...
blissful, sleeping in, getting up leisurely, reading the
papers, sipping my coffee... wait was I dreaming... oh crap!
back to reality... there is a knock at my door.
...
there is a Bible thumper persistently knocking at my door
at 9:30 in the morning... don't people usually walk away
if someone hasn't answered the door after 5 minutes...
...apparently
Bible thumpers don't...
she
knocked 3 times just to make sure I wasn't avoiding the
fact that they were at my front door...
I
did finally answer the door, looked at the bible she was
holding and said "no thanks" and slammed the door...
I
didn't have the energy to tell her that coming to my door
to preach was an invasion of my religious freedom of choice...
...and,
haven't you noticed it's not really a bright idea to disturb
people that early on a Saturday morning...
apparently
she didn't because she continued on door to door...
...
then I had to leave my house to run some errands...
some
of these errands had to be done in a mall...
...
have I ever mentioned how much I LOATH malls...
on
the verge of passing out... I decided to sit and have a
coffee... catch my wheezing breath... relax for 10 minutes
before taking my chances on the subway...
...
it was all good, till this woman sat down on the bench beside
me with her 3 annoying kids... one of which continued to
kick me as he flailed around like someone having a seizure...
she paid no attention to any of them... apparently her bratty
children came second to her gossipy friend... telling her
kid to stop kicking me and then pointing it out her went
unnoticed... I went out of my way however, to almost knock
her table and coffee onto her as I got up... she took notice
then...
then
came Sunday... the blessed day of hangovers... well
most Sundays seem to be lately... this Sunday was a bit
different... it was Word
On the Street...
...
it was raining when I got up... it stopped long enough for
Viki and I to go to Queens Park and set up... then it started
to rain.. again...
...
it eventually stopped... people came.. we had a fab day...
then we had the 70 year old man who stole a book from our
table... and I am sure from other tables as well... I couldn't
be bothered to chase him down for $1.50... I didn't have
the energy... and if he really wanted it so badly that he
had to steal it... well... let him have it...
...
and now I am back to the dreadful Monday... still sick...
still complaining... still full of angst and anger... but,
with a head full of cotton...
he