May. 4th, 2017 06:35 pm
mousme: A text icon, dark green text on pale green, that reads There is no normal life. There's just life. (No Normal Life)
 I ended up not coming back to my post, and now it's Thursday.

I will not, alas, be staying up for Critical Role tonight, because it's 18:30 and I can barely keep my eyes open. Better to go to bed early and watch tomorrow, when I'm fresh. Otherwise I'll just end up nodding off during the show and missing all the important stuff anyway. I'm pretty excited, because Vox Machina are all at Level 17 and above now, which means their story is ramping up toward the End Game of Level 20, and I can't wait to see what Matt has in store for them!

I've been lured into a new video game called Stardew Valley by [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave , who is responsible for so many of my bad habits that I have truly lost count. It's a fun little game, although I'm finding certain aspects a little frustrating. I spent a couple of days obsessing about it, and then I had to work, which generally put the kibosh on most of my extra-curricular activities anyway. I may go back to it tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning, depending on how soon I decide to be boring and go to bed.

Otherwise, life proceeds as usual. I have done no unpacking since the weekend, when my parents visited, and I should probably get on that. Living out of half-opened boxes ain't all it's cracked up to be, but I'm also a terrible procrastinator, and apparently I'm willing to put up with a lot of inconvenience to avoid unpacking properly.

I promised myself I'd be doing more in May, and yet this week I have been a mix of mysteriously extra tired and also pretty busy, video games aside. I'm still not settled into anything remotely like a routine here, inasmuch as I am able to have routines in my life at all these days. There's a lot of upheaval at work again: more people leaving, a couple of new people coming in, but more going than coming, and so now I'm probably going to have to go back to training newbies, which I really don't enjoy. Bleh.

I also am kind of dipping my toe into paying closer attention to hockey. Yeah, I don't understand it either, but there you go. My home team are out of the playoffs ("No, Habs, no!") but my not-quite-home team, the Senators, are still in it for now, so I'm rooting for them. Many, if not most of my online friends are Penguins fans, and although I can't quite bring myself to root for an American team, Sidney Crosby is at least Canadian and is, I must say, pretty magical on the ice. So it's fun to watch my Pens friends get all excited about their boys.

Okay. My brain has officially turned to mush tonight. Time to give it a rest. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (White People)
So, yeah, I really should found that company called "Good Intentions Asphalt and Cement."

I keep telling myself I should update more, and then more life stuff happens, and then I get overwhelmed with how much I'd have to write to get everyone up to speed, and so I just... don't post. Not my most shining moments, let me tell you.

Cut because of triggers for mental illness and weight/body image issues )

Did I tell you my plans of taking dog training courses and eventually opening up my own business? I think I did. Anyway, the first semester is over, and the theory is going really well. The practice? Not so much. We're observing one of the puppy classes (which is going fine), and then doing basic obedience with our own dogs, following the new curriculum. The problem is that poor Sergent's anxiety levels go through the roof when he's in that class. First he has to sit or lie quietly for an hour during the puppy class behind a board so the puppies can't see him, and that stresses him out (because he can hear the high-energy puppies and can't see them and isn't free to move around). By the time obedience class comes around he's a nervous wreck. On several occasions he nearly pulled my shoulder out of its socket trying to get to the exit, poor thing. Of course, when he's that stressed he can't learn, and having him learn is a big part of how I'm being evaluated. So I have no idea if I'm going to pass this class or not. I also need to take Sergent to the vet, because I think the anxiety is making him chew his paws and his side, but I want to make sure it's just that and not a sign of something worse.

If I do pass, I've decided to skip the spring semester and do the fall semester instead. I've found it extremely punishing on my body and my schedule to do these classes, and I could use the break until September. Not to mention the finances. These classes are extremely expensive. In the meantime, I'm going to educate myself on how to start up my own business, and see if it's something I can realistically do.

Anyway, I have to jet to work. See you on the flip side!


Aug. 26th, 2016 03:33 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dream the World)
I don't have a specific topic for this entry, just general catching up and making plans —most of which will never come to fruition, knowing me, but it's nice to dream. It's what my mother calls "building castles in Spain." I seem to recall that has a historical origin somewhere... hang on, I'm going to go look it up. Okay, I'm back (not that you can tell in textual form that I was gone), and the internet was mostly unhelpful, but it seems to stem from Charlemagne's abortive attempt at conquering Spain. So, there you go.

Feel-good therapy )

Projects and stuff )

Oh, and before I forget, I saw Ghostbusters last weekend with [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse and [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter, and it was amaaaaaaaaazeballs! I can't emphasize how much I enjoyed that movie. It did have some problems, but overall it was fun and engaging, and the women were all fantastic, and there was not one single fat joke in the whole movie! I was sort of bracing for impact on the latter, because of Melissa McCarthy. She's a fat woman in Hollywood, and the price of admission for that is to constantly have to make jokes at your own expense about your weight. I understand that that's how it works, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy fat jokes. There were none, not even jokes about food apart from a running gag about wonton soup having a bad soup-to-wonton ratio. It was glorious. I have also joined the legions of fans who are super in love with Jillian Holtzmann. She has the most bad-ass fight sequence in the movie:

I mean, HOT DAMN.

She's weirdly not my favourite character, but she's definitely the character I'd want to hang out with/possibly take on a date. She's arguably the most brilliant/mad scientist of all the women, and she is entirely glorious.

If you haven't seen this movie, you should definitely go watch it (unless you are not into this sort of movie at all, in which case you probably won't like it).
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sisyphus)
Three entries in a week! This one is going to be short, but since tonight is Critical Role night, I don't feel bad about it, because I plan to come back with a longer post yelling at all of you about how AWESOME Critical Role is. No, I mean it, there will be yelling/capslocking, and general squeeing. You have been warned!

For those of you who are new to these parts, I must explain that, as much as I would like it to be otherwise, I basically have no chill. So whenever I come across something new that I like, I tend to throw myself into it unreservedly, and yell about it excitedly for quite a long time. (I should probably tag for that. LJ tags, so useful.) It will be easier to post about from home (I am on the stand-alone internet station at work), since I actually went out of my way to find fun gifs of the show, which I never do. You know I have to feel strongly about something if I did that. ;)

Anyway, I have to leave you hanging, because today is shaping up to be a busy day at work. I've been training a newbie since March, and we have another newbie coming in today. I told my boss last week that I couldn't train two newbies at once (my current newbie is... having trouble learning the ropes, alas, and needs a lot of supervision), and he agreed. So naturally yesterday he introduced me to the latest newbie and then was, like, "Okay, I have to go to a meeting, so I'm leaving him in your hands!"


I feel like I should have seen this coming. The newest guy was only supposed to start next week, but here he was, a full week early, being dumped in my lap. I had nothing ready for training purposes, and my other newbie made a pretty big mistake (while I was distracted) which took a long time to fix, and I'm pretty sure I didn't keep all my plates spinning properly yesterday. We'll find out today how much broken crockery I'll need to pick up, I guess. I'm still going to be training both of them today, but at least this time I've had a chance to prepare some material the newest guy can work on while I'm training the other girl.

Time to start pushing that boulder back up the hill. Tonight, a more joyous post about Critical Role!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Always Summer)
November has arrived again, with its customary dip in my energy levels. I'm experimenting with being off Facebook and Twitter again, after a successful one-month hiatus in May. This time I'm not enjoying it as much. I took a break in May because those platforms were making me a little crazy, but right now I'm finding that I feel more isolated from my friends and community than anything else. Maybe November isn't a good time of year for introspection. At least in May it's sunny and the days are longer.

Apart from that, my news is mostly good. I got the promotion I applied for, despite the fact that I thought I was by far the least likely of the candidates to get it. Apparently I got a bit lucky. There were four of us applying for two positions. The girl I thought was most qualified got one of the positions. Two guys also applied from outside our section, but one of them withdrew without my knowing, and the other one, by all accounts, had a bad day when he interviewed. He'd applied before and been passed over in favour of a more qualified applicant, and it seems that he came to this new interview with something of a surly attitude as a result. My boss told me that it had showed that I'd come prepared, and that I had done really well, so no one on the interview panel doubted for a moment that I should get one of the two open positions.

So, in short, promotion! YAY! Also, in related good news, fully 75% of the supervisor positions in my section are now staffed by women. Go us! The three of us also get along like a house on fire, so it's going to be so much fun to work with them. I'm excited. :)

I'm also going to be spending the next four weeks training to perform a completely new set of functions at work, unrelated to my new supervisory role. Well, sort of related, but I would have had to learn them anyway, regardless of the outcome of the promotion process. That means four week of an almost bourgeois schedule of working 06:00 to 14:00, Monday to Friday. It will be very interesting to see if I can deal with working five days in a row with only the weekend in between for four weeks. I've been working shifts for eight years now, it feels weird to be going back to a "regular" work day, however briefly.

By the way, we are horrifically short-staffed at my office, and we will likely soon be opening up new jobs (again). If you or anyone you know is a Canadian citizen with a high school education or higher, good computer skills, and a more than basic grasp of French (you need to be functional but not fluent), and you want to come work for some great bosses (myself included, now!), drop me a line! I will send you the application information the moment the jobs open again. :)

I've also been nominated to become the Clerk for the First Day School of the local Quaker Meeting. It sounds more glamorous than it is. ;) Basically it just means I'd be responsible for herding the cats in order to keep FDS running smoothly. First Day School is the kids' program at Meeting, a bit like Sunday School, only a lot less formal. There's singing and crafts and occasionally lessons about what it means to be a Quaker/Friend. Honestly, I'm still learning myself how to be a Quaker, so I feel ill-equipped to be the Clerk, but most of the FDS Committee have been there for years, and they're all burnt out. So I've agreed to take the helm, and two of them will be mentoring me until I get the hang of it.

Technically I'm still an Attender at the Meeting, not an official member. I've started doing some reading to become more informed, and the more I learn the less I feel I know. I think that's sort of normal, at least at first. I don't want to ask to become a Member before I feel like I know what I'm doing. The Religious Society of Friends has had a long and rich written tradition, letters and essays and diaries, and there is a lot of history to go through. I basically know absolutely nothing of the complexity and nuance of thinking that evolved over the centuries to bring the Quakers to where they are today. So, that's one of my current projects right now.

The adoption project has slowed to a crawl while we sort out paperwork. I need to get a police check done to prove that I have no criminal record (yes, you may all laugh now) and no history of abuse toward children or anyone or anything else (go on, laugh harder). Also, even though I've been stable and not medicated for nine years, they want my former psychiatrist to sign off on my mental health. So I've been jumping through hoops trying to get him to answer his damned phone. He's moved to a private practice, and I've already left messages several times. His secretary assures me he'll call back "when he gets the chance," but it's been three weeks, so I'm a little irked. I realise I'm not a current or paying client, but sheesh. Once all those papers are in order, I'll find out whether or not I've been accepted as a potential candidate. If I'm accepted, things will proceed as they are right now. If not, I am toying with a Plan B, which I will explore more in depth if needs be. I'm not thinking about it too much right now, as it involves a pretty drastic life change, which won't happen at all if I end up on the waiting list for kids.

In the interim, I've been spending my free time returning to the gym, playing video games on the computer, and watching probably way too much TV for my own good, even though I've become even pickier about what shows I like to watch. The trouble is that, even if I'm picky, there's still a lot of enjoyable programs available, especially once you have both cable and Netflix. Yes, I caved and got cable, because my DSL internet provider, despite promising speeds of "up to" 30 Mbps, never delivered anything above 300 Kbps, and it was rather frustrating to pay for a service I wasn't getting. So I coughed up extra money for much better internet, and got a land line and cable TV out of the deal, too, which really isn't half bad.

The rest of tonight's plans involve sacking out on the sofa with the cats, the dog at my feet, and the latest episode of Sleepy Hollow (or maybe Elementary, I haven't decided yet). Then it will be bedtime. In fact, it will be past bedtime, as I am now old and boring and am usually in bed by 21:00 these days. Kids, lawn, etc.

How's everyone else in LJ land doing? Let me know!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Canadian Borg)
Well, Canada, you didn't exactly vote for change, but at least you didn't vote for the status quo. Many of my non-Canadian friends have congratulated me on having a Disney prince as a Prime Minister, which I think is hilarious. I have my hopes set to "cautious optimism," since the Liberals are basically a centre-right party who are slightly to the left of the Conservatives, so I don't expect any kind of radical change.

I just spent the last four days at a fan-centric convention (no stars, no special guests, just fangirls fangirling about what we love), and it was wonderful but totally exhausting. I spent 12 hours driving yesterday (8 with friends, 4 by myself), and I am paying for it today in very sore muscles and stiff tendons. I'm not looking forward to going to the gym in a little while. It was fantastic to get away and hang out with like-minded people for a few days, though. I have been very spoiled this year in terms of travel, I must say.

I have become a Busy Person, and I don't like it. I'm not sure how to fix that, because I genuinely enjoy my extracurricular activities, and all my errands need to be run, but I still need to fix it because I have spent nearly two months without any alone time. As an introvert, this is making me a little crazy. It's not like I have all that many extracurriculars, either: I have the soup kitchen on Mondays, and Meeting for Worship on Sundays, and that's pretty much the only regularly scheduled stuff I have. It's not like I can suddenly stop grocery shopping or going to doctor's appointments. What has really started eating into my time is my return to my local gym, which, while good for me, doesn't (to me) count as down time. I am working with one of the trainers, and she only ever seems available in the middle of the day, which tends to put a crimp in any other plans I'd want to make otherwise. Anyway, I'll have to give it some thought, and see what I can do. I don't enjoy worshipping at the altar of busyness. It's a social sickness that needs to be eradicated.

The adoption process is going along at a moderate clip so far. I finished my PRIDE training a couple of weeks ago, and had my first home visit around the same time. It was actually a lot less invasive than I had anticipated. I thought for sure that my assessor would poke into every nook and cranny in my home, and so I dutifully tidied the whole house so that it would be as "child-safe" as possible, but she barely glanced into each every room, and pointed out a couple of things I'd need to do to conform to safety standards. So far, so good. My next "home" visit is actually an interview at the Ottawa CAS, and takes place on Thursday. During this bit we're apparently going to detail my own personal history from Day 0 all the way to today. Holy hell, Batman. It will be interesting, to say the very least. I understand why we have to do it, but I think I should invest in some lozenges. I foresee a lot of talking. I still have two classes to take: one on Openness in Adoption, and the other on Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder. After that, if I'm approved, it's all a waiting game. CAS has a child-centric approach, so what they do is look at the current children in care and determine which families would be a good match for them. So even if there are lots of children in care, that doesn't mean that I would be the right parent for them. Adopting could take a few weeks, or it could take a few years.

Tomorrow I'll be interviewing for a potential promotion at work. The other candidates are all very strong, and all of them have interviewed before (I have not), so I'm not holding out much hope that I'll get the position. That being said, I do interview very well, so I refuse to despair, either. I will prepare as best I can, and that will have to suffice. The promotion would be nice, though, as it comes with a pay increase, too. I'm not hurting for money, but I'm trying to get rid of some consumer debt, and a bit of extra income would go a long way to fixing that.

I've also got a doctor's appointment on Thursday. Partly it's to get a form filled out for Ottawa CAS, so that they can make sure I'm not about to keel over and leave any prospective children orphaned, and partly I want to get my shoulder checked, as I seem to have mysteriously injured it, and it's not getting any better after several weeks.

So there you have it. My life isn't very exciting, but I thought I would update anyway. How is everyone else? How's kicks?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Delusions of Grandeur)
I don't think I could possibly catch up on everything that's happened since I last posted here, so I won't even try. That being said, there's stuff coming up that I may want to blog about in more depth, so making a bit of an effort now is in order.

First off, hi LJ Land! I haven't been posting, but I do read everything you write. <3

Anyway, have a bullet-point version of the past few months:

  • I adopted three new cats in February. It was meant to be two, but then [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave was forced to rehome his kitties due to health concerns, and so I got his Maggie as well. Alas, one of the other two cats I got is not integrating into the household, so he will be vacating the premises and going to live with good friends of mine. So far all the cats mostly get along, with some spats and negotiating of territory still happening. Things are settling down slowly but surely.

  • I am still volunteering in the soup kitchen at Shepherd's (I won't use the full name, because I don't want their media relations people reading all my posts), and have also started volunteering one day a week at their community garden plot, helping to grow and harvest vegetables for the soup kitchen. I still love it, although the work is often physically very demanding.

  • I went on a trip to Barcelona with my parents in March, which was far too short but truly wonderful. I posted lots of pictures on Facebook, so anyone following me there probably saw them.

  • The work restructuring continues apace. It is, as I suspected, a PITA, and has resulted in a lot more work being given to much fewer people. Those people are also the ones who are paid the least, not surprisingly. It appears every workplace is the same when it comes to penny pinching: the higher up you are, the less you feel the pinch.

  • I also managed to escape to PEI for a while this summer, also with my parents. I've joked with them that we've seen more of each other since I moved to Ottawa than in the past five years I lived in Montreal combined. That's not quite true, but they have been making extra efforts to come out and see me (and vice versa!) since I moved.

  • The past two years of commuting to and from work in Ottawa, as well as trying to run two households on one income, paying for private daycare, and then renovating the house in order to sell it, all took a pretty serious financial toll on me. The short, ugly version is that I accumulated a fair bit of debt in order to do that. So I've been tightening my belt (the two trips notwithstanding, although in both cases my parents were generous enough to pay for almost everything) and looking for extra sources of income. I'm currently trying my hand at being a mystery shopper. It doesn't bring in a fortune, and it's not super great work for someone with anxiety, but I'm hoping it will at least offset some of my monthly bills. Every little bit helps, right? I also need to get my act together and try to sell some of the "extra" furniture that doesn't fit in my new, smaller house.

  • In happier, not debt-filled news, I have been approved by the Ottawa Children's Aid Society to continue with PRIDE training (Parental Resources for Information, Development, and Education) as well as a home study. The training starts on September 9th, and if all goes well I should be done with everything by the end of October. If I'm approved as a prospective adoptive parents after that, then I get to start the waiting game of being matched up with a child (or maybe children!) in need of a permanent home.

So that's me in a nutshell. I may be using this space to talk about the PRIDE training in September and October, so apologies in advance to everyone who finds that sort of stuff super boring. I promise to put it behind a cut if it gets overly long. :)

I know lots of you have been having a really rough year. I hope you're all keeping as well as possible under the circumstances. *hugs all around*
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Lock The Universe)
I have finally hit that wall I was afraid I would hit earlier last week. So most of my energy has gone into getting the dog to and from the vet, running errands, doing some minimal cleaning and laundry in the house, commuting, work, more errands, and a bit of personal writing that is not going to go on LJ ever.

Alas, that means that my actual LJ posts have suffered over the last week, and for this I am sorry. I will simply carry over the project into July and finish off the topics in order.

I have had my arm twisted into going to see the Sunset Ceremonies tonight. I don't really want to go, especially as I won't know anyone there, but it's honestly easier to go than to deal with the person in question's constant badgering and demanding to know <i>why</i> I'd rather spend time quietly in my room than go out in the midst of hundreds of people to see the RCMP Musical Ride. The guy means well, but right now I want to punch him in the face a lot. I don't think an hour has gone by since we started working together yesterday that he hasn't come to ask me about it. Am I going tonight? What about tomorrow? What route will I be taking? Do I want him to show me the best route home on Google Maps? Oh, and don't try to leave right away, you have to go see the stables. Etc.



I'm sure it will be lovely. I've never seen the musical ride, so at least now I'll be able to say that I've seen it.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
This is again, not the promised pet post. I may try to write that one on the plane. My first flight boards in about 20 minutes. I've spent the past couple of hours just sitting here at the airport in Moncton, not doing much of anything except futz around with Twitter. I should have spent it writing, or doing something useful with my time, but my brain just wouldn't cooperate.

It doesn't help that my neck and shoulder still hurt like the very devil, which is making even sitting rather uncomfortable. Luckily the Robaxacet is helping, making it uncomfortable rather than excruciating, and in just a moment I will break out the Aleve in order to get me through the next two flights and the rather long layover in Montreal.

In the meantime, I figure I'll start making a to-do list of everything I need to get done in the four and a half days I'll have at home before I go back to work.

  • Stop by the office early Sunday morning to scan and send in the form to claim my expenses.

  • Get a couple of new articles of summer clothing for work, mostly tops. I learned this week that my summer wardrobe has passed from being "gently used" to looking shabby enough that it won't pass muster for work. *sigh*

  • Drive back to Montreal

  • Call Réno Dépot about the fence installation. I am going to give them an earful about how rude their subcontractor was with me over the phone.

  • Chase down the guy who's supposed to install the floor, since he's been AWOL for about 10 days now just on giving me an estimate for the job. I am not impressed.

  • Check on the basement to see if it still smells of cat pee, and act accordingly.

  • Take the dog to the vet on Wednesday morning for his eye surgery.

  • Go to U-Haul and buy boxes so I can start getting my own stuff packed.

  • Start sorting through my things and getting rid of all the things I don't need.

  • Start packing up my things, probably starting with the books and miscellaneous stuff in the basement.

  • Find a place in Montreal/the West Island (or hell, even Ottawa) which takes or recycles old electronics. I have random gizmos that don't work anymore coming out my ears, but I feel bad just throwing them out, especially my old, defunct laptop.

  • Call/text back my real estate agent so we can review where things stand on the house.

  • Get one more paving slab for the back yard. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter was good enough to put the slabs down during my absence, but I'm apparently missing one, which isn't a big deal.

  • Do laundry. All the laundry. /o\

  • Make a new budget for the summer/fall

  • See my parents Wednesday evening

  • Walk the dog every day (except for Wednesday) so he won't go stir-crazy.

  • Go to [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti's birthday party on Tuesday! (Yay outings!)

I'm honestly a little worried that I'm going to crash and burn really hard once I get back. I simply don't have time for that, so I'm not sure what to do to stave that off. I've been going non-stop for 13 days now, 11 of which were 12-hour night shifts and 2 of which were (are) travel days. If I get back early enough tonight, I'm hoping a good night's sleep will help.

Okay. Four minutes until boarding. Here I go!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Bad for Zathras)
I didn't have time for the pet post today, so you'll have to settle for a Real Life Stuff kind of post for now.

Tonight is my last shift here in Moncton. It's been a very exciting thirteen days, but I'm looking forward to getting home. They actually are asking for some people to stay on until July 4th, but even if I wasn't done my own unit needs me back. Besides, I have renovations to organise and the dog to take to the vet, and plenty of things that simply aren't getting done while I'm not there.

Sometimes yesterday morning I must have slept funny, because I have hurt my neck in a pretty serious way. It's not as bad as in 2009 when I had to be medicated to the gills to even be functional (I couldn't lie down or do anything other than keep my back ramrod straight because even tensing my neck muscles ever so slightly was excruciating), but it's pretty painful nonetheless. I couldn't find a position to sleep in that didn't pull on muscles in a bad way.

Our visit to the Hopewell Rocks was cancelled due to my coworkers being wet blankets who didn't want to get up three hours early to drive out there and back. Boo. Then again, seeing how much pain I'm in, perhaps it's just as well. I am sad I won't get to see them, though. I guess I'll just have to come back to New Brunswick some other time and see them then!

The shift supervisor of the operators who were on duty the night of the shooting took us out tonight for a tour of Moncton and then for a lobster dinner! It was delicious, but very rushed because the tour took longer than expected. I had to take half of my lobster to go. Still, it means that I have a lobster snack waitin for me later tonight!

Friday night is always busy around here, so it's actually taken me about three hours to write this entry so far. Compared to the quiet nights we had earlier this week, we've had a fair bit of action tonight. Nothing too terrible, no lives truly in danger (which is good!), but someone lit his food on fire (accidentally, this was not meant to be a flambé) in a big apartment building, so that kept us busy for a while.

Okay, make that four hours to write this entry. Eesh. Lots of stuff happening. Lots of custody disputes tonight, and one little kid. "My mom and her boyfriend are fighting and yelling and throwing stuff at each other." Super calm, too. You could tell it wasn't the kid's first time calling. :(

The regular operators are going to start coming back gradually as of tomorrow, so things should slowly get back to normal here. I think everyone is going to heave a collective sigh of relief as life goes on in the wake of the tragedy.

*checks clock* *sighs* Still not time for more Robaxacet. It's the only thing keeping me functional tonight. That and the Aleve I took around 16:00. I accidentally took two of those at the time, not realising I'm only allowed two a day (one every two hours), so I guess I'm stuck for the moment.

So that's the news for now. In 24 hours I'll be on a plane heading for Ottawa, and from there I'll be driving home in the morning. Good times. I'm going to miss all the people I met here, but it'll be good to get back.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Fizzgig)
Well, it's been 8 straight shifts, and now I'm tired. It's been 96 hours. Three more shifts to go, for another 36 hours of work. I slept right through my alarm today, too. It's a miracle I woke up on time. I have time to slip in this LJ entry now, and if work is quiet I might have more time to write when I get there (Wednesday nights are not usually that busy, but you never know!).

I'm going to stop apologising for being late on all my June topics, because you're probably tired of that particular broken record by now. For the moment I'm going to run to get dressed and get ready for work, and hope for the best.

I just woke up to two messages from the people meant to install the fence. Suddenly there are apparently trees in the way, and they can't install the fence, oh noes! Fucking hell. Of course I am 1,000km away and working nights, so even though I returned their calls I won't be able to do a damned thing about it from here. For the record, there are no trees where I want the fence. I walked around the yard with the guy from the company, showed him everything, and he smiled and nodded and told me it wouldn't be a problem. He asked if they could cut some of the lilac branches on one of the bushes, and I gave him the go-ahead on that. I have no idea what the problem is, and of course no one is answering their phones now, even though when I called it was 16:00 local time. Fuck everything.

In more pleasant news, the local crew of operators is taking us out Friday afternoon for a sight-seeing tour of a local natural wonder called the Hopewell Rocks. We won't be able to take advantage of it for too long, since we have to work before and after, and we need to squeeze in some sleep in that time too, but I for one am really looking forward to something to break up the pattern of work-sleep-work-sleep. Of course, I'll be completely exhausted. Fried toast will look chipper compared to me, since Friday night is my last shift and is generally the busiest night of the year. At least it won't be the full moon or Friday the 13th like last week. ;)

Then Saturday my "late" hotel check-out is at 14:00, which means very little sleep again. Good times. It's not like I'll be able to sleep in when I get home, either, because there will be a million things to do. Even if I stay in Ottawa overnight (I'm supposed to be getting in around 01:00 or so), I'll still have to get up early so I can drive to Montreal afterward. The paving slab project in the yard will have to be finished, then the fence and the basement renos... so basically I'll have four days of non-stop work to do at home before I go back to Ottawa and start my regular job again.

*resists the impulse to curl into a ball*
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Death by shinies!)
I owe [livejournal.com profile] miseri two consecutive posts. If I can kick myself out of bed in time to do it before work this evening, that's when it'll happen. Especially since I'll have to think long and hard about the post on Brideshead Revisited, as I haven't read the book in about twenty years. Yikes.

I've worked six twelve-hour night shifts in a row, and the fatigue is starting to show. The new crew are great, though, and we're having a blast together. I miss the new friends I made last week, but it's been lovely to see old familiar faces from Montreal (two operators from there are working with me now) and meet a couple of new people from Alberta and Manitoba, too.

Work has finally given me a car for my own use, which is really nice. Before I had to walk to another hotel in order to hitch a lift with the night crew to the comm centre, but since the old crew all left the day before yesterday, work had to give me the use of a car or else I'd be stranded at my hotel. The comm centre is close, but not really close enough to walk. The car is an orange Dodge Lancer, and it's like driving a luxuriously-appointed sofa. If I weren't staring at the road, I would swear I was sitting in my living room.

I have five more nights shifts ahead of me, after which I shall be returning super, super late on Saturday night. Technically I think it will be Sunday morning when I return. So I'm going to sleep in Ottawa overnight and drive back to Montreal on the Sunday, and then spend four and a half well-deserved days off there before going back to my regular job. I think it will be hard to get back into the routine in Ottawa, since things have been pretty exciting here. While my new job is great and I love the people, I do miss the actual dispatching aspect of my old job, and working 911 is even better as far as I'm concerned.

Mind you, I'm scheduled to work overtime at the OCC in Ottawa in mid-July too, so I'll at least get to do some federal dispatching while I'm there. It's not quite 911, but it's operational, so that's something.

Even though this is proving to be a really awesome experience, tragic circumstances aside, I'll be happy to get home. I have a to-do list as long as my arm to get done if I want to sell the house, and while I've been trying to coordinate things from here in Moncton, there are lots of things that I simply can't do over the phone, no matter how much I want to.

Also, I missed Fathers' Day, so I promised my parents I'd go out and see them for dinner on Wednesday, when they will be back from their own short trip to New York.

On that note, bedtime. I will be making a herculean effort to be up early in order to write and run a couple of very overdue errands this afternoon.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (No Response)
The June 14th post is in the works. The lovely and talented [livejournal.com profile] curtana gave me a huge topic to discuss, and I quite simply don't have enough time to finish writing it before I leave for work tonight. If all goes well, I will have it finished by tomorrow.

Work has become busier now that it's the weekend. It's not really surprising, because the weekend is prime 911 time. People go out and drink, they drive late at night, they let their hair down and make very poor life choices and then need someone to come fix said poor life choices. ;)

My favourite call from last night was this one.

Me: "Nine-one-one, neuf-un-un, what is your emergency, quelle est votre urgence?"

Female caller: "Um, yeah, we kind of need... DNR, I guess? There's a bear on my deck!" (DNR are the local animal/wildlife wranglers)

Me: O_O "Okay, let me take down your information and we'll get someone there as soon as possible. Is everyone safe inside? No one outside with the bear?"

Caller: "My son was outside, but I got him in. The bear's off the deck, but he's still poking around in the yard. Oh, no, here he comes again!"

So, yeah. Bears.

We also had innumerable drunk people passed out in the street, being nuisances in bars, yelling and banging on the wrong doors, harassing other people, etc. One guy called around 4:00 three sheets to the wind, said he was lost and asked the police to give him a ride home. Protip: the police are actually out there dealing with emergencies. Take a cab.

There were four fires of varying sizes, three falls from balconies, two headers down the stairs, two possible b&e's, one missing kid, one child who fell off a high ledge, five elderly people with varying levels of medical distress, about seven serious motor vehicle collisions and twice as many minor ones, five domestic disturbances, three times that many neighbour disputes, and five reports of "gunshots." The list goes on.

At the end of the night two of the operators who are a bit more accustomed to 911 turned to each other, grinned, and said: "Hey, that wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be!"

*falls over and dies*

Tonight isn't a full moon, but it's Saturday, so I expect it will still be pretty busy. At least by my standards. I've been working the 911 lines all week, but tonight they're going to train me on dispatch, because the two operators who've been dispatching the whole time will be leaving Monday, which will leave me with a group of newbies, basically. So I'll have to step up and do dispatch, which is the more complex of the tasks. I confess I'm still worried about doing fire dispatch, even though I know intellectually that it's not much different from police dispatch. I guess it's because I've done police dispatch before, and I know the guys, whereas I'm nervous about actually having to set off the giant alarm in the various fire stations (no, really, that's exactly what happens: a giant siren goes off to alert them there's a fire/first responder situation).

So that's the news for tonight. More tomorrow, most likely. See you later, LJ!
mousme: An RCMP officer in ceremonial uniform swinging around a horizontal bar. (Maintain the Right)
My icon feels a little too happy for what's happening, but it's my only RCMP icon, so there you go.

The first night at work went as well as could be expected. Working 911 is a bit like riding a bicycle, luckily enough. I made mistakes, of course, but all of them were of an administrative nature rather than operational, and so no one cares. I'm back to square one when it comes to understanding the French accent here. OMG, how does anyone understand anything the Acadians say, ever? *headdesk* Still, we're managing well enough thus far.

The outpouring of both grief and support here has been overwhelming. The operators are all doing our best to get the members through these few days. So many officers breaking down in tears because they've lost their friend, their co-worker, their troop mate from when they first became RCMP officers. One of the operators had to go help an officer who was so overwrought that he couldn't bring himself to put on his "red serge" for the funeral. We didn't escape unscathed either. All night the various news stations showed clips of the funeral service on loop, and not a single one of us remained dry-eyed during the night. I had to start looking away from the screen so I'd be able to answer calls without my voice breaking.

We do a lot of handholding in our job sometimes, and while we're happy to do it, it's at times like these that it's incredibly hard to keep your own cool.

The reverse of that coin is that the whole of Moncton and Canada has come together to help us. There were several charter flights with Air Canada to bring members here (I was on one of them), and when Air Canada asked its employees for volunteers to be on the crew, they received 200 names. They had to pull names out of a hat at random because there were too many people who wanted to help.

We are inundated with food. Everyone has cooked for us, brought food to the detachments, to the memorial services, to local churches. Last night we had to coordinate among ourselves because we worried the food would go bad and be wasted, so we collected as much as we could and spread it out among as many local shelters as we could find. So, for this week at least, a sizeable chunk of the population of Moncton will not go hungry.

Although the flood of calls has died down, I would say that even now about half the calls I received last night was about the fallen officers and yesterday's funeral. People wanted to know what would happen to Officer Ross' dog, Danny (he'll be retired and placed with a family to live out his days, as far as I know), or wanted to express their condolences or their thanks for our service, or both.

Around 20:00 last night the clouds parted just enough to let a double rainbow arc through the sky above Moncton. We could see it through our window, huge and bright against the stormy sky. As I was gazing at it, my phone rang, and an older woman from the city spoke to me.

"I think it's your three officers, looking down over the city," she said, her voice breaking. "I think it's God, giving them one last moment to bless all of us."

I don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned even if you don't believe in God per se, the sentiment is a beautiful one.


Constable Dave Joseph Ross, 32.
Constable Fabrice Georges Gevaudan, 45.
Constable Douglas James Larche, 40.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gone Out)
The part of my day that I was going to devote to writing the long post about role models that t! asked for got suddenly taken up by logistics. I have been asked to go do relief work in Moncton, after last week's tragedy. Some of you may not know that an armed gunman shot and killed three RCMP officers and wounded two others in Moncton last week.

Needless to say, the RCMP over there are overwhelmed right now, not to mention grieving for the loss of their friends and family. So everyone who can is being asked to go and help out, and since I worked there for a month back in January of 2013, I was an obvious choice.

So I had to head directly to the office today upon coming to Ottawa, and only got home around 21:00, and now I am tired. So I shall be composing two longer posts tomorrow instead.

Sorry for the delay, but it was for a good cause!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Get all that?)
This isn't even one of those times when I thought "Ugh, I'm tired, maybe I'll just post another day." I have not had more than thirty minutes to myself at a stretch since... um... *thinks* I think last week, maybe? Possibly? I don't quite remember. In order to get a proper LJ entry done, I generally need a minimum of thirty minutes, and those entries are usually not particularly long or in-depth.

My life for the past two and a half days )
mousme: The face of a green woman forest deity against a black background (Green Woman)
It started raining before I could get out in the yard this evening. Alas. On the plus side, [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter has agreed to give me a lift to and from the auto repair shop tomorrow, which means I'll be able to come back here and do the yard work during the morning.

It's been a long day, but my overtime went really well. I've been training for two non-consecutive days at the OCC in Ottawa so that I can help them out when they're short-staffed, and while the first shift was a bit mind-blowing in terms of all the information I had to absorb in such a short period of time, today went much better. It was a much busier day than the last time, but I was able to handle almost all of the work without too much assistance, which was reassuring for everyone. After all, I'm supposed to be there to help them, not be an additional strain on their resources.

The best call of the day was from an officer who wanted me to call in the city police to help relocate a family of ducks who were blocking an entire intersection. After we all laughed at him, he was (nicely) told to deal with the ducks himself. We do realise that it's good PR to have "Officer Saves Ducks!" on the 6 o'clock news, but come on, you're holding up traffic at rush hour. Your YouTube video is not going to go viral, okay? Okay.

I have a mild but very persistent headache, so I think that's all I'm going to write for this entry. Next on my list is (more) Advil and getting into comfier clothes. I have a busy day and a half ahead of me, after all.

See you on the flip side!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gone Out)
First off, what the hell just happened to LiveJournal? I DISLIKE CHANGE, OKAY? Well, I dislike change that makes my LJ look ugly, anyway. I am not overly fond of this new look. Still, if the past is anything to go by, LiveJournal is going to ignore all feedback and carry on the way it wants to, and since I'm not yet ready to give up on it just yet, I suppose I'd better just swallow this and keep going. *sigh*

In which I rival anime heroines in levels of klutziness )

Scheduling Woes, i.e.: There are not enough hours in the day. )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Happiness)
I don't have anything as exciting as the opera to report about today.

In which I talk about people not liking what I like. )

Aside from having people actively rain on my parade, I received some promising news at work yesterday. It turns out that another section wants me to come work overtime for them at least once a month. This will put a bit of a crimp in my schedule, but it will pretty much solve many of our financial problems, because a full twelve hour shift at double time is a significant amount of money. It's practically the same amount of money as if I picked up a part-time minimum wage job for 3-4 shifts a week. So at this point I'll just have to take the extra commute/travel time in the name of financial solvency. It's not a done deal yet, I'll only be hearing back for sure on Friday, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I'm also excited at the prospect of doing actual dispatch work again. I like my current job, but it's very technical and very text-based, and I don't get to talk to people very much anymore. It'll be nice to have a headset again and to work with my old dispatching software and deal with more immediate security concerns rather than worry about what level of classification my transmissions need. :)

Tonight I am going out with the lovel [livejournal.com profile] sultrysong. Plans are a little up in the air for now, but I'm hopeful that drinks might be involved.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (George (tongue))
I wasn't up all night, but it feels like it. I made poor life choices and decided I would stay up to watch Hannibal, which continues to delight me. However, at 21:30 my landlady walked through the door, so not only did I stay up past my bedtime but I didn't even get to reap the rewards of my poor life choices. I am bitter about this. Also tired.

I had a visually pretty intense dream right before awakening. Dream behind the cut. It gets a little gory, be warned. )

Aside from horrifically bloody dreams, yesterday was pretty good overall. I walked during my lunch break and had another delicious mason jar salad for lunch. I'm still working on the food/better nutrition thing. I thought I was doing okay yesterday, since last week I'd brought too much food to work with me. By the time I got home last night, though, I was very hungry and thus overdid it a little at dinner. So I'm going to have to tweak the amount of food I bring to work with me so I'll have something to eat later in the afternoon. Apparently all my willpower goes to hell in the evening/at the end of the day, which at least is consistent with studies on willpower. I just have to work on not needing to rely on willpower to get me through the last few hours of the day. More on that when I figure it out, I guess.

My coworker is back from his sick leave, but he's only back part-time. He'll be here during the week, four hours a day only, at least until the end of June. So I still get my nights and weekends to myself, which is pretty keen. It's a win for me for now, though my boss has made noises about moving someone over to my shift, which is not as awesome. I don't feel a particular affinity for either of the two guys he's thinking of putting with me, and I'd honestly rather be left to my own devices at work rather than have to learn to work with another partner. That being said, I'm paid to work here, so if that means learning to work with a new partner, so be it.

Since I'm alone this weekend I'll have to do my walking after work, which is fine. It just means I'll have to make sure I get out there and walk when I get home, rather than collapse in a puddle. See above: less willpower at the end of the day.

The yoga has also not happened yet, due to my poor life choices/going to bed too late. I have at least found a nice yoga-for-beginners routine that seems doable. Oh, and before I forget, I should think about the things I am grateful for today:

1- Bananas. No, seriously. Yummy, portable, not messy, and a great source of potassium. Also, it sounds funny when you say it a lot. Bananas!

2- I am grateful that I live in a place in which food is not only plentiful but generally inexpensive and nutritious and comes in a variety that many people can only dream of.

3- I got interrupted by work before I could get to #3, so I guess I'll say I am grateful that I have work to do that I find rewarding.

And that's it for now. Stay tuned for more riveting updates. Possibly with less blood next time.


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