The nature of the beast

I remember a time I thought I could do anything. Some days I still do. Today is definitely NOT one of them.

Before I get into it all, I want to preface this post with this: I love my job. No, I love my career. It is a satisfying thing to know you have finally found your niche.

My field, however, is very dependent on other people. There are times when you have no control of what happens. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, things don't go your way.

This is what is going on with me right now. I am working on a project for a VERY worthy not-for-profit agency. I have been pitching interesting story ideas to media outlets across the country - all to no avail. It is incredibly frustrating to know, regardless of your efforts, things may not happen.

This frustration is compounded by the fact my co-worker has gotten a lot of media for a story that is not even a story! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

My boss jokingly said today, "You are only as good as your last pitch". Great. Thanks. I appreciate the supportive environment you have created.

I feel like I am on publicity survivor and they might vote me off the island at any time. That would be very unfortunate because I really like it there.

Also, I do not understand how a city like Vancouver does not have a more efficient public transportation system. It infuriates me every morning and I will never understand how a city will claim to be anything but second rate with a public transportation system like Vancouver's.

But I don't really have an opinion on it.

Oh, I get to go to Whistler this weekend. How exciting is that!?

P.O.W.

Ok, so I was trying to think of some witty thing to go with the fact that I went to the M.I.A. concert, and all I could come up with was P.O.W. Don't judge me.

So I arrived back from Edmonton after a bit of problems. For the first time in all of my travels, my flight was cancelled. Sure this was annoying, but the really annoying part was that I woke up at 4:15 AM to catch the flight, when I apparently didn't have to.

Meh.

I got back to Vancouver and went to work a couple of hours late - a great way to make an impression while still on probation!

So dumbass me made this a VERY busy day. For some retarded reason I booked the flight on the same day as the much anticipated M.I.A. concert. So I got home, fetched P3, went for dinner and went to the concert, all on about 3 hours of sleep. I am a badass mofo.

The concert rocked. P3 didn't think so, but his opinion doesn't really matter to me. Well not when it comes to music anyways.

But let me tell ya, the hipster chicks on E need to slow down. Some of us don't want your sweaty bodies rubbing against us. So please stop.

But yes, M.I.A. was as good as I thought she would be. The opening band sucked, but that I don't care about as much.

Oh yeah, I thought the venue was pretty cool too. The Commodore Ballroom.

That is all, and will probably be all for a while. Did I mention I am lame?

Hello Goodbye

As I mentioned, I did not get to say goodbye to a ton of people. It sucked, but it had to be done, mainly because I am a big fat liar.

So how freaking excited was I to see everyone last night? Let me tell ya! I WAS PUMPED! All of my hotel peeps were there, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE them! It was a regular night, a lot of drinking and chatting. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary, but I had a lovely time. A long-overdue lovely time.

Everyone hates a tourist.

It is a line from one of my favorite songs Common People by Pulp. It is on almost all of my mixes, and will continue to be. LOVE IT!

It is also so true.

Ok, so how does this relate to anything? WELL ...

I am back in the Chuck and randomness follows me, everywhere. I love it. Jarod and I had a date planned. I love our dates. They are very rarely sober and NEVER boring.

So, we reduced our sobriety and went about our date ... BINGO! No, seriously, we had planned on going for bingo. *side note - the boy I am dating is named Paul, weird, I know, so to differentiate him from the other Pauls, the boy is referred to as P3* I had begged P3 to go to bingo a couple of weeks ago and he thought I was crazy. So Jarod and I planned on fulfilling our curiosity without our mates.

We go to WEM ... a panic attack waiting to happen - going to WEM on a Saturday this close to Christmas is not a wise idea ... unless you are into that sort of thing, and if you are, I would like you to stop reading this blog. Permanently.

Ok, ok, getting on with it. We had some lag time until bingo started so we played a little mini-golf. Jarod won, by three strokes. He is sooooo lame.

And then we got our dabbers ready and went for bingo. First, this was one unwelcoming scenario. I had no idea how complicated bingo was. The cashier was spouting off this jargon that both Jarod and I, as educated and travelled as we are, were confounded. So finally we figured out it was $3 to get in and play. THANK YOU!

It was random, I mean I don't think I will go back to bingo anytime soon, but it was definitely interesting. For a an hour, Jarod and I were the tourists, in a very foreign land. We were disliked, frowned upon and judged. By people in sweatpants, eating fries and gravy. Really?

Home is where?

I have grown to like living in Vancouver. I don't love the city the way I LOVED New York - nothing will ever be like that - but I two great reasons to be in the city, and that is that. Vancouver is where I shall stay.

That doesn't mean I don't get to be excited as a pig in poop to come back to Edmonton. Because I am SO excited to be in Edmonton.

Let me explain a little. My move was quite the whirlwind experience. I actually lied to my current employers during my interview - I told them I was living in Vancouver already. That is fine, but when they ask you to start in 5 days, it makes for a little panic and a lot of missed goodbyes.

I didn't get to say goodbye to most of the people who have made Edmonton what it is to me ... home.

So this weekend I decided to come home. And holy shit am I excited!

I suck. I know.

I know, I know, I don't write a lot anymore. It is partially because I suck and partially because my life has become a little routine. The ab fab random existence I once loved is gone. It has now become a life of work and sleep and the mundane.

I had forgotten how hard real-work was. I ride the bus for 45 minutes each way, I work for at least 8 hours and I get home and I am EXHAUSTED. Staying up past 10:00 pm is nearly impossible. So I find it a little difficult to write about these boring things.

I promise however, to try and be more ... random. How weird that I have to try to be more random.

Should I forget this .... please remind me.