enfinblue's Bluey (credit to Fifi for the nickname!) Diaryland Diary

"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart." -Vinc3nt V@n Gogh

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Oh the steam runs out. It does! It does! But who cares - I'm going to Firenze. And man this Chianti is good.

Oh my friends, thanks for your notes!

Life is sunny with a vacation on the horizon!

Life is also sunny when you plan to leave your job and go to a job at another department within the year!

At the other department, I realized, I will be able to do leave with income averaging, so I may in fact be closer to going to Italy for a couple of months a year than I think!

I have a plan.

And I don't have to be stuck in this town forever.

In other news, I was completely obtuse at points today. I just wasn't getting what my boss was talking about. But it really doesn't matter because I just threw in the towel and decided that I was having a bad day brain-wise. In general though I was working hard.

That stupid senior economist, though. I must tell you. This guy is really getting on my nerves. Yesterday he took the afternoon off for another nonsense "checkup." Today, too, he left at 3 something.

So I mentioned to him today that I was going to try to move my flight up to 9 a.m. tomorrow from 1 p.m., since our boss had told us we don't have to go into work anyhow, and it seems logical to get a bit more time in Vancouver tomorrow than we currently have.

I told him though that if he couldn't make it, no worries, I would go by myself.

So he didn't like this - maybe because he thought I would make him look bad by attending more sessions or something - and he started making a fuss.

I said it was no big deal, I just wanted to catch another session at the labour network, blah blah.

So then the guy says that I was supposed to run around Stanley Park with him in the evening. (It is true, months ago, I said that I would do this.)

And I said that he could do this himself, that I wasn't really feeling like running.

OK. So that didn't go over THAT well. But, really, I don't want to see him in his tighty shorts.

And then the dude said this: YOU JUST WANT TO GO EARLY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY HAVE AN ESCORT LINED UP THERE FOR YOURSELF.

WHAT?!?!???????????????????

So I'm like (stunned), "That's an insult."

And then he said something about how I had a bike guide in Italy (I haven't told him anything about the GUY part of things), and so that probably I have an escort lined up in Vancouver.

I seriously hope that the guy does not know what an "escort" is (I say this as he is Quebecois and I have no idea what word they use), although I doubt that this is true.

I can hardly stand to talk to this guy anymore, even though he is technically a work reference. Oh well, it is good that I have many other references. What a TOOL. I hope that you are all familiar with that expression.

So that is all. If I were a fuming type of person I'd be fuming now. Really, I don't get upset about much, so I'm not. But still, I should be fuming.

Mostly I have a headache.

The funniest thing is that - this guy is SO rich - I said to him something about how since we were going to be working long days on the weekend I wished I'd taken Monday off to fly back home later that day. In fact, I'm flying back Sunday.

And then the senior economist - who again has taken every frickin hour and day he can off - said, "Well it's like a vacation - tsk tsk - since the gift is going to Vancouver." And he proceeded to make comments about networking and all of this other crap.

Believe you me, I will be doing much more work at this conference than he will be doing. This guy is REALLY starting to bug me. I wish he'd leave me alone.

Oh well. Let's set a date: I will stay there for no more than ten more months. :)

Good!

Oh! In good news, I got a lovely note back from the British INst!tute lady and I am tentatively registered for my course. I just need to send in the form and pay.

In very bad news - and I'm telling you this because I KNOW that you won't hold it against me - I killed Basil.

Well, he's probably not dead yet. BUt I woke up this morning and went to open the living room window...and saw that in the darkness last night I had CLOSED THE WINDOW on Basil's head!

The whole top of Mr. Basil was all flattened and mushed. I had chopped it off! I'm sure that he'll grow new leaves but I wouldn't blame him if he never forgave me. :)Oops.

Finally, I am so glad that I canceled on volunteering tonight. I felt really badly but I haven't yet packed, I was at work until 7, I have a raging headache and had a temperature (slight) today, and I really need to chill out. Working until midnight or later would not have been good this week. Next week, however, I will be back in the saddle.

7:21 p.m. - 2008-06-04

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