19 May, 2013

so, this work thing... no blood so far!

after returning from my spectacular trip to new york, i started my new job at an international but edmonton-based engineering and planning company. i was thrilled on day one to get a spacious cubicle of my very own (with windows!), my very own computer, a chair with lumbar support and access to unlimited stationery. there's a candy jar, friday donuts (from a good bakery), unlimited tea and coffee, social events galore, once-a-month feed-the-homeless, once-in-a-while bake-off, inappropriate humour from various co-workers and an atmosphere of busy conviviality. overall i'd say i'm happier than a pig in shit, and feel like this work is exactly what i want to be doing if they figure i'm a good candidate for future full time employment.

i am still at the point that i'm excited about being able to wear heels to work (heels! to work!),  to paint my nails (nails! coloured and shiny!) and wear pretty clothes (no more scrubs!). i'm sure that gets old eventually, but then so does coming home covered in a fine mist of blood and saliva, you know?

i have learned more in the last three weeks than i have in the last school year. because they don't really have a planner summer student program in place (unlike their engineering department which hires a whole bundle of sweaty pimple-faced baby engineers every year) i, along with another summer student, get to work on actual real live projects instead of stapling the fuck out of shit and bringing coffee to high power execs.

i have so far worked on some important municipal planning documents, edited important regional planning documents (editing! squeee! i love to do it and they love that i love to do it!), had meetings coming out my back end, and been loving showing up to work every damn day. the fact that it's a five minute walk from home just makes this all the sweeter.

so - remember me? crying at the start of last semester, lost and alone and confused and wondering if it was all worth it? it is.

piss and vinegar

friday evening we went out for drinks with friends, followed by dinner with mr. monkey's colleagues, followed by the possibility of a fire with other friends still. by the time we dropped off the colleagues and drove home, i realised there was no way in hell i'd be capable of attending the fire which was set to start around 10:30pm (a.k.a. my bedtime). i told mister monkey to drop me off at home and go, despite his increasingly loud and dramatic yawns. he came in, took off his pants*, putzed around the kitchen for a bit and then followed me to the living room.

mr. monkey (yawning dramatically): i have decided to stay here with you instead of having fun. even though i am wide awake and full of energy.

* he always takes off his pants when he comes home, even if he only comes in for a bit**. it is one of life's great mysteries that i have long since given up trying to comprehend.

** a bit of time. a bit of TIME, you dirty*** minded poultries!

*** if it was a bit of somethin' somethin', then i would hardly be puzzled by the pant removal, now wouldn't i?

eat your veggies

earlier today:

mr. monkey: monkey! you have such a beautiful head! it's like a radish!


we stopped for a wee macchiato at the italian centre and saw the television screens at the cafe broadcasting* the latest in papal madness: crowds cheering, pope waving, babies being offered up for blessings and so on...

mr monkey: the pope! i like the new pope! he looks like a potato!

which, in my mind, is as valid a reason as any.

*in italian, so i have no idea what they were talking about. all i saw was the rock concert screaming, the babies body surfing and the pope waving his hand from inside his circle of the men in black.