Breakin up is hard to do

Ok, that might be the understatement of the century, especially when you live with the person.

You always think, when you start a relationship, "Could this be it?" Funny how chances are, it isn't.

Think about it, no relationships work out until the one that finally does. So I know I am not alone in my misery, in fact, because I have been unable to find a place to call home yet, I share my misery with my ex.

How messed up is that? I swear, the comedy of errors that is my life would make a very weird little movie. I am convinced.

So I sit here on a Sunday, waiting to go and view a couple of places and keep my fingers crossed that I can live in one of them.

The other thing that really sucks is that he has become one of my best friends. Not to mention one of my only friends in Vancouver. I am now down to three. AWESOME!

There it is. My inability to forge a lasting romantic relationship appears to have taken over again.

I RULE!

And now, back to you Iris

I have not been me. I have not been me since I moved to Vancouver. Who have I been? I have no idea.

I have gotten away from the things I love. Aimlessly wandering around the city and finding randomness in my day.

Have I mentioned I love the random things in life? Well I do. Very much.

I was hell-bent on doing my own thang yesterday. This consisted of me spending a little friendly time after work and heading to the Art Gallery.

I am not an art connosuer. I like art, but not all of it and I definitely don’t get a lot of it.
The gallery itself is very nice, although they really need to re-do their restrooms. I have seen nicer ones in the Greyhound station in Edmonton. (Don’t ask why I was there) The gallery had a very interesting Georgia O’Keefe exhibit, some weird short films (like seriously weird) and then of course, Emily Carr. Oh Emily Carr, the jewel of Canadian art.

The thing that disappointed me, other than the bathrooms, was the fact that I was fully expecting the Monet to Dali exhibit. I love love love Dali. But it wasn’t there. Ugh.

Oh yeah, I also found this spot in Vancouver that SOO reminded me of New York. There is a spot on the steps of the Art Gallery that felt so much like the park across from The Plaza. Old hotel going through renovations, a fountain, cars stuck in traffic – ah the joys of the city.

All in all my favorite of my Vancouver days so far. It was the first time in a very long time that I was Iris… the coolest person ever! (Ok, just to me and Smelly, but whatev)

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.