Allow Me a Moment to Bitch

I’m in a nearly insomniac phase these days as I’m working on a complicated module for my CMS, but as I hear Dr. Snake Oil Salesman upstairs playing his guitar with friends — which I must say is less annoying than when he plays whatever his sound system is that I’d like to smash to a million pieces — I just need to vent before getting back to work.

I found Dr. SOS on Facebook the other day. Last month he set up the following event, which he classified under type “Other – Carnival”:

A carnival of assorted modalities, skills and tools to improve your musculoskeletal function. I have an automated flexion-distraction table which does wonders. Also acupuncture, tissue stripping tools, TENS, etc. Lots in the toolbox.

I’m trying to build my chiro practice, make the world a less painful place and feed the hungry.

Guess it didn’t go too well, because he’s now set up another month-long event titled “Presenting – Your naughty spine,” which this time he classified under “Education – Workshop”:

I’m trying to get my chiropractic practice kicking a bit more in the bill paying respect.

Any one with work groups, etc who may be interested in an info session of some sort. I’m flexible. That’s my job.

I dunno… Maybe if he partied less, drank less, and little things like that, his business might stand a better chance of taking off? Not to mention the booze bill wouldn’t be as steep. Just sayin’…

The night before last, as I was trying to fall asleep, I was kept awake by very squeaky bedsprings that were definitely being made to work overtime. Such are the perils of living in an apartment building. However, I have to admit I was feeling a little sick to my stomach and hoping he was using something from his aforementioned toolbox in order to find a new masturbatory sensation, for too distressing is the thought that perhaps he was attempting to reproduce. I mean, a Cape Bretoner in the city without a steady job and already a 3-year-old depending on him, albeit part-time? Again, just sayin’…

Okay, I feel a bit better now. Back to work I go.

Addendum, 2:35 am: They’ve just stopped playing the guitar and tapping feet upstairs, not to mention walking heavily and dropping sundry heavy objects on the floor. I am SO making arrangements in the morning so that he gets his second letter of warning (assuming I wasn’t lied to about his receiving the first). I’m sick of putting up with him.

I’m Going to Have to Do It

Had a lovely dinner tonight at BeeGoddessM and Stephanie‘s, who are entertaining the visiting BeeGoddessC. Two thoughts sprang to my mind as I was parking Junior in the garage.

(1) I looked up a term that was used tonight in conversation and realize now that it was used in a manner Wikipedia describes as a clinomorphism, which makes it more tolerable to me in that I wouldn’t dispute “describ[ing my] behavior [as] picky or pedantic.”

(2) By now I’ve mentioned my intentions to move to Montreal to so many people (including my boss, my mother, and in this blog) — all of whom agree that it would be the right thing for me — that I have to do it or else be prepared to live with being dismissed as someone who’s all talk but no action.

Regarding the first, it came up in the context of yours truly and “relationships,” the scare quotes being used here to refer to the fact the word was used in its narrow, euphemistic sense. Truth is, quite coincidentally, I’ve been giving this notion a lot of thought lately. In fact, several people have made remarks on the passage of my Facebook profile where I write, “I’m a lifelong bachelor who enjoys this status for the most part; I’m not sure I’m relationship material because I get bored of them easily.” Yet, a few weeks ago, I caught myself feeling disappointed that a “friend with benefit” I just made — how are we doing now on the euphemism front? — will never be anything more than that. I even went as far as to idly wonder if I’d be prepared to be the stepfather of two kids in order to have this funny and highly delicious character as a permanent fixture in my life! (Yeah, very scary.) And to add to the confusion, I do know myself well enough to know that I believe monogomy is a matter of the heart, a question of loyalty that for me — dawg that I am — doesn’t mean I would have to swear off everything else on the sexual menu. I realize that might come across to some as an excuse for lasciviousness, but for me it’s more complex than that. For there’s something else I know well about myself: when I choose to be loyal to someone — a partner, a friend, a colleague at work — that loyalty knows practically no bounds.

And that brings me to the second thought: Montreal. It is true that I’m bored with Halifax, and I think one sliver of that boredom stems from how this town is too small and not the kind of place where I’m likely to meet a life partner who’d understand the ideal I just described. But take me out of a wading pool and put my in an olympic-size pool, perhaps my chances would be a heck of a lot better, not to mention that I crave more than ever being in a place that is truly alive and diverse. I am, after all, an incorrigible people watcher, and frankly, the people in this town for the most part strike me as extremely monochromatic.

Anyway, I don’t need to talk myself into leaving this place more than I already have. But my worry at this point is that I may develop a case of cold feet and wouldn’t know how to live it down if I do. And I’m also wondering if I haven’t been completely honest with myself about my motives for wanting to move to a major city.

Another Jaunt to Toronto

So yeah, I’ve neglected this blog again, but July has turned out quite busy. Because of the new role I’ll be playing soon at the day job, I suggested / agreed with very little lead time to go to Toronto from July 22 to 24. And two workdays before I was to head out there, I found out that the start date for my new role would be delayed by a week, thereby throwing off my August vacation plans once again. Hence we agreed that I should rescheduled my vacation so that I’ll be off the first two full weeks in August — in other words, I’ll be starting my vacation this coming Friday, the 3rd.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I appreciated Toronto more this time around. But as I told The Woman, she shouldn’t get the idea that I’d ever consider moving there, but at least now I don’t dread as much going to the Big Smoke. What’s more, I even told her about my plans of moving to Montreal if my employment at the bank should continue beyond the current contract, which looks increasingly likely these days. The very nature of my new assignment is one that desn’t have an end date, plus even if it doesn’t end up generating the kind of work volume we expect, it will allow me to make use of my other talents that could be useful in another assignment.

But coming back to Toronto: the dim-witted person I can sometimes be has learned something new while I was up there, namely that hotels charge you for making local calls. I’ve stayed with friends through much of my travels, so it never dawned on me that there would be such a charge, although my first clue should have been how I would have had to pay $6 for a bottle of Evian water from the mini bar. Another conclusion I’ve reached is that there must be a conspiracy to get rid of hotel rooms where smoking is allowed by making them as unpleasant as possible. As soon as I stepped into my room for the first time, I was overwhelmed by how it smelled like a massive dirty ashtray; even my own place is not nearly as bad. I would have been better off taking a non-smoking room and going outside to smoke. And while I always knew that hotel restaurants are always notoriously overpriced, I was floored when I ended up paying $30 (with taxes and tip) for a very underwhelming buffet breakfast the first morning I was there. I settled for an Egg McMuffin the next morning.

One the highlights of the trip was to finally meet CP [no longer in training] in person. On Monday night, my supervisor AnShe took us out to a modest East Indian restaurant off Spadina, along with the now re-retired Full Moon Margaret. But other highlights included seeing again the whole “8th floor crew” (too numerous to list them all) as well as The Daughter (a.k.a., The Woman’s daughter), of whom I’m particularly fond.

Any yet, despite having wonderful colleagues and being at this job for nearly a year and a half, I still find it hard to believe that I’m becoming entrenched in a little corner the corporate world……

Truly Not Relationship Material, Huh?

I stumbled upon this link and got the following result.


Your Birthdate: August 19


You don’t just believe in love at first site – you’ve experienced it.
You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!
You are very prone to love – hate relationships.

Number of True Loves You’ll Have: 1

Number of Times You’ll Have Your Heart Broken: 1

You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.

Well then…