Angels in Disguise

I doubt that KimTheBoss will ever find this but in the event that she ever does, led by the hand of faith, she should know that I think of her as the best boss everrrr! She and I (me and her), we're bff!!! My Asian work ethics taught me to exercise caution and maintain a high power distance when I first started working for her but her shining star personality has managed to penetrate my strict code and broke down the barrier that stood between us. She is single-handedly responsible for my sanity at this time; as people all around me are tearing their hair out by the chunks, I am singing (albeit to the tune of Gary Jule's Mad World which is a problem in its own right) and taking leisurely smoke breaks.

Now please excuse me while I go make shepherd's pie because KimTheBoss said I can!

11 days later

The toilet has been washed, the floors and carpets hoovered and invisible boundaries recognised. I never used to need a kitchen, now it is the focal point of the apartment. It is somewhat comforting to have familiar foods in the pantry, and the knowledge of comfort food being only an hour of a process away. Friends have come by in little drones and they never seem to mind the lack of furniture. We've already received our first noise complain.

That aside, the weather is warming up. Spring is in the air, I can feel it in my bones. So could Ah Fay. So we trooped down to Granville Island yesterday where Andi and I filled up with cheeses and meats while Fay documented our mini adventure.

I am however, terribly sick of the routine that is work and school. I dread the beginning of each week and weekends fail to excite me anymore because I know all too well that it will be gone in a flash and I am back where I started: Monday. It is positively sickening.

On a happier note, our furniture should arrive in a week or two and the parties will begin and hopefully then I won't be so jaded. It's a sad day when 21 year olds with every piece of life fitting into place fails to recognise her good fortune because of cynicism.

Scared shitless.

So many tasks and thoughts and so little time.

It's been a long day. Wednesdays almost always follows a sequence in which two outcomes prevail:

1. Full day at work, followed by class. I arrive home exhausted and drained, fall asleep immediately and wake up feeling more tired than I did the night before.
2. Full day at work, followed by class. I arrive home exhausted, drained and jaded as fuck. Stay up contemplating shit-all scenarios, lose myself in Mary Louise Parker, and wake up the next day feeling shittier than I did the day before.

To be fair, I am handling this 16 hour day quite well considering that I have not abandoned it altogether. The past two weeks of snow days provided much needed respite from the grind and it makes me feel self-important to throw myself into it again.

Andi arrives tomorrow. In one swooping notion, we've changed the course of our lives. I am terrified. So many what-ifs, not enough time to explore them all. Just as many but-ifs, not enough time to list them all. I ought to be excited and I really am but it's having a hard time trying to come through. The truth is, I am exhausted, drained and jaded as fuck.

Slut of the week

In honour of Dlisted's (or it could be Perez, I don't remember) title of the same name, I present to you my neighbour from the West End.

Thanks, Mike!

Roneryyy

To the tune of Akon's song by the same name (I have a strong feeling I am wrong about the song title and the artist but you know which one I'm talking about) and to the phonetics of Kim Jong Il:

Rroneryyy/ I am so rroneryyy/
I have nobahh-dee/ to call my ownnn/

CNY in 3 days. Gong Xi Fa Cai all!

Whirlwind

is a popular word these days. I used it to describe my year thus far, Mr. Pang used it to describe his stint in New York and I feel like I'm sitting in the eye of one.

This week whizzed by rather quickly. Marked by two snow days and a step forward in my future, I am grateful for the chance to slow down, enjoy being around people again and do four loads of laundry. My nears and dears annoyed me this week but it's nice because it just means I've seen and spoken to enough of them to let them under my skin. It's nice to let people under your skin sometimes.

I expect this week to fly back even quicker. So much to be done, so little time.