Well, I guess it's not exactly a "lousy" day...

... but so far it hasn't been exactly inspiring. At least there are only 3 hours or so left until I can go home.

I cracked and bought myself a lottery ticket for the first time. Sure, my chances of winning are slim, but they're better than if I didn't buy a ticket at all, right?

I'm very tired. Went to bed too late after spending the evening with a bunch of drunken middle-aged Westmount anglos. More on that in a later post which I'll be writing tonight if I haven't passed out on my bed at home. Party was entertaing, but I'd forgotten how unspeakably boring some of those aforementioned DMAWAs are.

When I'm tired I generally don't do my job as well and the day seems longer. I'm also not in a good mood. I think I scared one of my clients. It was her fault, though.

Me: Thank you for calling Bell Mobility, Daphne speaking, how may I help you?
Client: Yes, I want to change my plan.
Me: I'll be happy to help you with that, ma'am, may I have your cell phone number please?
Client: How long is this going to take? I've been on hold for ten minutes already!
Me: I'll make this as quick and painless as possible, I promise. Could I have your cell phone number?
Client: Is this going to take long? I have other things to do!
Me (losing my temper): I don't know how long it'll take. That'll depend on how long it takes you to give me your cell phone number.
Client: ...
Me: May I have your cell phone number please?
Client: 647 225 .... (number hidden for security reasons, of course)
Me: Thank you.

Muah!

Am smug.

Well, I guess it's not exactly a "lousy" day...

... but so far it hasn't been exactly inspiring. At least there are only 3 hours or so left until I can go home.

I cracked and bought myself a lottery ticket for the first time. Sure, my chances of winning are slim, but they're better than if I didn't buy a ticket at all, right?

I'm very tired. Went to bed too late after spending the evening with a bunch of drunken middle-aged Westmount anglos. More on that in a later post which I'll be writing tonight if I haven't passed out on my bed at home. Party was entertaing, but I'd forgotten how unspeakably boring some of those aforementioned DMAWAs are.

When I'm tired I generally don't do my job as well and the day seems longer. I'm also not in a good mood. I think I scared one of my clients. It was her fault, though.

Me: Thank you for calling Bell Mobility, Daphne speaking, how may I help you?
Client: Yes, I want to change my plan.
Me: I'll be happy to help you with that, ma'am, may I have your cell phone number please?
Client: How long is this going to take? I've been on hold for ten minutes already!
Me: I'll make this as quick and painless as possible, I promise. Could I have your cell phone number?
Client: Is this going to take long? I have other things to do!
Me (losing my temper): I don't know how long it'll take. That'll depend on how long it takes you to give me your cell phone number.
Client: ...
Me: May I have your cell phone number please?
Client: 647 225 .... (number hidden for security reasons, of course)
Me: Thank you.

Muah!

Am smug.

A few short thoughts on drunken middle-aged Westmount anglos

Went to what is probably going to be my only Christmas party this year, thank goodness. Not that I'm completely antisocial, but somehow Christmas parties seem to induce a fair bit more drunkenness in my parents' friends than even that to whichh their usual fondness for inebriation leads them.

My godparents (one set of them, anyway, I have several because my parents are wishy-washy sentimentalists about their friends) throw this party every year, usually Christmas Eve. This year they held it a little early, which no one seemed to mind.

Caught up with the two sons, who are both happily married (not to each other). The eldest's wife is expecting their first child in May, which has everyone in the family in an absolute tizzy of joy and trepidation. It's quite charming, really.

Albert Millaire was there. He's an old friend of my father's, and some of you who actually know the Montreal theatre scene might actually have heard of him. Wait, what am I saying? Most of the people who read this will have no idea what I'm talking about. Anyway, he and my father naturally got into their cups and debated politics rather energetically with John Roberts, who is or was Liberal Minister of State or something to that effect. Mostly it ended up with my father and Albert (especially Albert) pontificating about today's lack of vision and how politicians were better in their days.

I had several painfully boring conversations with various members of the remnants of the Westmount "haute," and was finally able to tear myself away around midnight.

Let's put it this way: the highlight of the evening for me was early on, speaking with Judge Goldblum. After some pretty excruciating small talk (he had dropped that he was the Commissioner of Official Languages for eight years and I was trying to get him to talk about that) he finally asked me what I did for a living. Upon finding out that I worked in a call center, he told me this joke.

The phone rings in a man's house. He picks up the receiver.

"Oui allô?"

"Yes, hello sir, my name is [blank]. I am conducting a survey for Johnson University for my Masters. My computer randomly generated your number, so I assure you I have no idea who you are nor where you live. Since your privacy is 100% guaranteed, would you mind answering a few questions about your sex life?"

The man considers it, then finally accepts. The call begins much as these calls always do: the caller asks the man's age, level of education, marital status, etc.

"And now, sir, we come to the heart of the matter. How many times a year on average do you have sex?"

"Oh, I'd say a good three or four times."

"Three or four times?" The caller is clearly surprised at this. "That's not very much!" (clearly he's not a professional surveyor)

"Oh, ben, tu sais, pour un p'tit curé de campagne c'est pas mal."
(Oh, you know, for a small country priest, that's not bad.)

So you see what I had to put up with?

Regardless, it was nice to see the old guard again, even if all the truly elderly folk weren't around, which was a shame. They're a good sight more interesting than their kids.

Oh, and by the end of the evening John Roberts too had gotten far too into his cups and got rather grabby, thinking he was being very dashing and flirtatious. Disgusting old coot. ("No, Mr. Minister, I'd rather you didn't grab my thigh!")

*sigh*

Yeah. Well, at least I won't have to see him until next year.

Lord of the Rings spam!

Not that I can discuss it "publicly" of course, but that's what lj-cut is for. :)

I decided on a whim to treat myself to a night at the movies. Just me and Tolkien. I drove downtown, got to the theatre at 5:20, bought a ticket and was seated in the front row for the 5:30 show. That's the advantage of being by yourself two days after a movie that big opens.

( Major Spoilerage! )

Lord of the Rings spam!

Not that I can discuss it "publicly" of course, but that's what lj-cut is for. :)

I decided on a whim to treat myself to a night at the movies. Just me and Tolkien. I drove downtown, got to the theatre at 5:20, bought a ticket and was seated in the front row for the 5:30 show. That's the advantage of being by yourself two days after a movie that big opens.

( Major Spoilerage! )

Bleah...

Have been feeling "off" for a while now.

Not in the same way as when I'm depressed and off my meds, or on my meds and manic, or off my meds and manic, or depressed and on my meds, or... well, you get the picture.

There's balance missing in my life right now, and I can't put my finger on what it is. I keep feeling that something crucial is going on, and that I'm missing it. As though I'm completely in denial about something happening in my own body.

I'm just not sure how to "tune in" to myself anymore. I'm so used now to analysing all my thoughts thanks to the CBT that I'm finding it hard to let go and not think, or think as little as possible. The CBT was great for making me less depressed and not suicidal, and even helped me a lot in controlling my manic cycles (well, hypo-manic). On the other hand, it's done a pretty good number on my ability to connect with the more spiritual aspect of my life.

I don't think that would happen with everyone, but especially in my case I've never been very rational when it comes to my beliefs. I believe with my body and my soul but very rarely with my mind, if that makes any sense. For instance, I've always felt closest to the Creator when singing or playing music. Especially singing, which is why Christmas for me has always been one of the most special times of the year.

I think I need to sing some Christmas carols now... I'll continue noodling about this at a later date. Theories would be appreciated, though. ;)

Bleah...

Have been feeling "off" for a while now.

Not in the same way as when I'm depressed and off my meds, or on my meds and manic, or off my meds and manic, or depressed and on my meds, or... well, you get the picture.

There's balance missing in my life right now, and I can't put my finger on what it is. I keep feeling that something crucial is going on, and that I'm missing it. As though I'm completely in denial about something happening in my own body.

I'm just not sure how to "tune in" to myself anymore. I'm so used now to analysing all my thoughts thanks to the CBT that I'm finding it hard to let go and not think, or think as little as possible. The CBT was great for making me less depressed and not suicidal, and even helped me a lot in controlling my manic cycles (well, hypo-manic). On the other hand, it's done a pretty good number on my ability to connect with the more spiritual aspect of my life.

I don't think that would happen with everyone, but especially in my case I've never been very rational when it comes to my beliefs. I believe with my body and my soul but very rarely with my mind, if that makes any sense. For instance, I've always felt closest to the Creator when singing or playing music. Especially singing, which is why Christmas for me has always been one of the most special times of the year.

I think I need to sing some Christmas carols now... I'll continue noodling about this at a later date. Theories would be appreciated, though. ;)