Saturday, September 27, 2008

Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?

I had a bit of a disturbing incident yesterday. I was driving home from work, took a different route due to a pit stop, I was behind a man at a light and he suddenly got out of his GMC envoy and shouted at me "you stupid fucking bitch, learn how to fucking drive".
I was (understandably) puzzled so I rolled down my window and said "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
He waved me off and said "fuck you, you stupid bitch you need to get your head out of your ass".
We were stuck in traffic and he wasn't going anywhere so I got out, and shouted through his window "I'm sorry sir, what have I done?"
He yelled at me to "fuck off" so I stood in front of his car (again, he couldn't go anywhere we were stuck in traffic) and said "Sir, please tell me what I've done to offend you."
He said "fuck you" and moved his car forward and hit me (not hard just a nudge). I walked up to his window and tapped on the glass and said "What have I done sir?"
He said "fuck you".
I got back in my car (the light changed) and we went around the corner. As we were driving up a side-ish street in an industrial area I saw him signal to go left into a U-shaped parking lot. I thought, "this guy is gonna come up behind me and a) run me off the road or b) follow me home" so I followed him so that he couldn't get behind me.
He did a U and came out of the parking lot and shouted out his window "you stupid fucking cunt fuck off".
So, I shouted out my window "What the fuck did I do to offend you? You're a fucking asshole and you have no right to talk to me like that you stupid fucking prick. It's not my fault you have a non functioning penis!"
He shouted a few more "fuck you, you stupid bitch/cunt" and circled around again. As I was turning onto the street I noticed that he had pulled into the same parking lot and looked like he was parking. I thought, "good, he's going to tell me what's wrong, I can apologise and we can move on with out lives". Instead he pulled up outside a building, there were a lot (about 7) of people standing about and I thought "well at least he won't attack me in front of all these people, I can finally get some answers from him".
I stopped behind him (giving him plenty of room to pull out and leave), got out of my car and said "sir, can you please just tell me what I've done"
He said "fuck you I'm calling the fucking cops on you"
I said, "fine, please do, but tell me what I've done to offend you."
There was a woman standing between my car and his black GMC envoy so I approached her and said, "ma'am this man started shouting abuse at me at the traffic light down the street. I don't know what I've done to him and I just want to know so I can apologise".
She didn't say anything but turned around and got into his truck (he was out of the truck looking at my license number). He started shouting at her to write down "this fucking bitch's license number". He got back in the car and I approached the driver's side (where SHE was sitting) the window was down and she was trying to find a pen to write my license number, she found one and was writing it on her hand, he was quoting it to her incorrectly so I gave her the correct license number.
I rested my hands on the side of the car and asked him again just to tell me what I had done to incur his wrath. He told me to "get your fucking hands off my fucking car" and reiterated that he was going to call the police.
I said, "fair enough, I'll be making my own call to the police."
She drove away with him in the car, he was still shouting obscenities out the window at me.
I noticed some men standing in the shipping door of the "Norampac" building nearby so I approached them and asked them if they had witnessed the altercation between me and the gentleman (yes, I actually used the word gentleman). They suddenly decided that, although they had been there the entire time, they hadn't seen or heard anything. I thanked them and approached the building that "his" woman was standing outside of "Essilor". There were some people milling about and I asked if anyone had witnessed the altercation.
4 people stepped forward and one lady said that although she hadn't seen much she did know the man who had attacked me (she works with his wife) she said he's a lunatic and a bully and that she was impressed that I had stood up to him. A delivery man approached and said he'd "kind of" seen what happened but "didn't want to get involved". I took one lady's name, the other told me the name of the man who attacked me but didn't want to get involved and I thanked them and left.
I drove home and called the police. A few hours later a male constable with a very strong middle eastern accent called me and asked me about my "incident" in the afternoon. I gave him most of my version of events, he kept interrupting me and did not listen very well at all. He told me that they were thinking of pressing charges against me for "stalking behaviour". I was quite unhappy with the rude way he was addressing me and that he did not give me a chance to get a word in edgewise. He heard what he wanted to hear and nothing else.
Apparently it's okay for him to verbally attack me and hit me with his SUV but it's not okay for me to ask him why he was attacking me.
About an hour after this phone call another, female, officer called me and we had a similar conversation, I told her that I'd already spoken to an officer and she said she'd look into it. I'm not sure what story he told the police, there's no way on earth I could have cut him off as it was gridlock traffic and those who know me know that I pick a lane and stay in it, also, I was behind him. I didn't hit anyone with my car. And I was at least 4 feet behind him at the traffic light.
So, to sum up, some asshole decided he needed to vent his anger. I called him on his bad behaviour and I may be in trouble for it. Also, I would be willing to bet money that he's a wife beater. A more cowed woman you have never seen in your life! So, that's my exciting story.
Perhaps my next blog will be from prison, after all I was polite (most of the time) and non aggressive (all of the time) I didn't threaten him in any way and other than returning some of his own words to him I did not attack him in any way. Taking all that into account the judge will probably give me a life sentence, after all strong willed women who don't take shit from men are a danger to the moral fabric of our society. Any bets if this goes to court my word is counted as half of his?

In other news I found the perfect gift for you know who's going away party. I am officially a genius!

In other, other news, I took care of the Dr. Powell slide problem, there's a company in town that specialises in transferring slides etc onto computers.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

All work and no play...

I had "one of those days" at work today. Due to a coworker going on holiday and 2 coworkers quitting I've done the work of 3 people (plus covered the front desk at lunch) for the past 2 days. I have not had a moment to think lately! In two days I've only managed to type 2 reports as I've been interrupted constantly. It's very frustrating for me. I don't mind being interrupted for important things (for example a doctor needed a presentation made so I helped Charlotte do that) it's the little stupid, inane things that drive me nuts. I need a good stiff drink!

So I'm waiting with bated breath for the SPCA to come knocking at my door. On Tuesday Mush took it upon herself to eat a large amount of dark chocolate (highly toxic to dogs). I had to induce vomiting and clean up the resulting mess. Before inducing vomiting I called my vet to see whether or not I should induce vomiting. Yesterday I found Maya drinking out of the toilet big deal right? WRONG! I don't normally mind animals drinking out of the toilet bowl, it's clean water so who cares. Yesterday however, there was toilet bowl cleaner in the aforementioned toilet. SO, I called the vet again. As it turns out there was nothing to worry about but they're going to think I'm intentionally trying to kill my dogs! Bloody animals!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Twenty Questions

I’ve been tagged by anonymous.

The rules:

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question. (I haven’t changed any questions.)

B) Tag 8 people to answer the questions.

1. How many songs are on your iPod?

I don't have an iPod. I listen to the radio or to CDs.

2. What music would you want played at your funeral?

The Bad Touch

3. What magazines do you have subscriptions to?
Reader's Digest. I buy Skeptic so often I should probably save myself a few pennies and just subscribe though.

4. What is your favorite scent?

Lilac and/or plumeria.

5. If you had a million dollars that you could only spend on yourself, what would you do with it?

Pay off my debt then invest the rest so I've got a comfy retirement fund (a million dollars doesn't go very far these days)

6. What is your theme song?
Who the hell needs a theme song? How self centered do you have to be to think you need a theme song?

7. Do you trust easily?

Too easily. I always think people will treat me the way I would treat them. I get screwed often but I still keep hoping for the best in people.

8. Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think?

I often act before I think but I'm trying to change that.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?


10. Do you have a good body-image?


11. Is being tagged fun?


12. How do you spend your social networking (Facebook, etc.) time?

Farting around, I prefer to speak to people in person (or on the phone, computers are too impersonal)

13. What have you been seriously addicted to lately?

Banana splits.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

Decent and honest. Smart.

15. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?

"Who Find Out Who Your Friends Are"

16. What’s your favorite item of clothing?

Blue Sweater.

17. Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy?


18. What would you do if you see saw $100 lying on the ground?

If I knew who lost it I'd return it. If it was outside a store I'd hand it in to the customer service desk so someone could claim it. If it was just lying outside my house I'd ask my neighbour if she has lost some $$. If she said no, I'd keep it.

19. What items could you not go without during the day?


20. What should you be doing right now?

Cleaning up vomit and diarrhea. (thanks Mush!)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Management Speak

We had a big meeting today. People sitting uncomfortably in hard plastic chairs, power point presentation, the whole nine yards. The meeting was to elucidate some of the changes taking place in our milieu. I haven't been to a proper meeting in ages. I'd forgotten just how horrendous management speak is! They prattle on for ages and use lots of words but don't actually SAY anything. A man asked a simple question. "Should our doctors prescribe meds to the patients or should they simply make recommendations to the patient's GP?" (simple question right?) The answer, was...well, actually I'm not sure what the answer was, there was talk about accountability, procedure, process and such. The presenter spoke for more than 7 minutes to answer his question but honest to god DID NOT ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! It was bizarre. The answer is as simple as: it depends on the circumstance and the doctor's opinion. OR No, they shouldn't they should only recommend to the GP. OR Yes, they should prescribe whatever meds they see fit. Shouldn't a simple question demand a simple answer? This is why I would make a terrible manager. If someone asks me a question, I give them a straight answer. Oh well. I put my two cents in. I know I'm well known for being demure and keeping my mouth shut and never giving my opinion on ANYTHING but I did speak up. Several (5 actually) people thanked me and told me my comments were helpful. Of course, they were surreptitious about it, as though by being seen with me they'd be canned on the spot, but they complimented me. I wonder what tomorrow will bring? I was speaking to my direct manager (who, surprisingly [for a manager] has a head on her shoulders) and she was quite pleasant to me. I guess I'll find out when I go in tomorrow and there's a padlock on my office door! Har de har har *starts frantically thumbing through the want ads*
In other life is completely and utterly boring! I had my first band practice on Monday night, quite enjoyed it, will definitely be going again. I decided to play the clarinet rather than the French horn as it's my new instrument and I want to stretch its legs a bit.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Joining the 21st Century

Last night I bottled all my wine. It tastes pretty darn good if I do say so myself. This morning we had cable installed. It has occurred to me that I see WAY too much of my vet! I know his phone number and office hours by heart, and he knows the dogs by sight (he barely needs to glance at Maya's chart). I've got to take Maya in again today. I think she's got a kidney infection (or maybe kidney failure, she's not exactly a spring chicken) she's also developed warts all over her (quite gross) and she seems to have an ear infection! On the plus side, the medicine he gave us for her arthritis is working so that's okay. Mush needs to go because the medicine he gave us for her panosteitis is not working. We're going to have to try something else. Oh well, at least the cats are healthy. (touch wood!)

Friday, September 12, 2008

I hate thinking of titles!

Here I am again, I know I'm a horrible person who rags on people for "never posting" and her I am taking a million years between posts. My bad I apologise!
So, what's new and exciting in life? Chris is on call for the next 3 weeks as it seems everyone and their dog is on holiday. Hopefully it won't take long for him to teach them the difference between a "crisis" and "leave it 'til the morning".

I went to Spruce Meadows last weekend with my friend Catherine and I brought Mush with me. She was as good as gold. She was petted hundreds (literally!) of times and never growled or snapped, even when people were being a little rough with her. She stuck to me like glue and was very obedient, even when off leash. On a sad note, both Mush and Maya are on medication for pain. Maya's got severe arthritis and Mush has that stupid bone disorder that doesn't seem to want to go away. The plus side is that the new medication is working. (I won't tell you how much it costs 'cause you'll throw up!)

I'm still at the CHR, still enjoying my job. I'm hoping to get a semi/permanent position instead of working via the temp. agency. The manager at Seniors' Health told me they were looking into a way of getting me, but not having to pay out so much on my contract (I'm being bartered over, not necessarily a nice feeling!)

Chris and I are hoping to get to Edmonton next weekend to see the Body Worlds Exhibit. It'll be a nice little mini break for us.

I just got back from BC. The Kristy monster was having some stress in her life so I rode in on my white horse (Air Canada) and helped cheer her up a bit.

I just, as of 1 hour ago, joined a band (well, we'll see how I like it before I commit myself) it's called the "Sherwood Like to Play" band and it looks like it'll be a lot of fun. As I was creaking my way up the stairs today I realized my marching band days are FAR behind me. hee hee hee.

My wine will (hopefully) be ready to rack into bottles on Monday. I hope I won't have to filter it, I shouldn't need to but knowing my luck...

Anyway, I'm starting to get the hand of this blog thing now. I still keep getting weird comments, not from people (hint hint) but from companies advertising on my blog. It's weird, do they realize that there are only about 2 people on the entire planet who READ my blog...and I'm one of them! In any case, I'm going to try to find a way to eliminate the advertisements ASAP. And I will try to write at least once a week.