mousme: A text icon, white text on green, that reads Zathras trained in crisis management (Crisis Management)
 I spent all of today with my new friend L. while her partner J. was at work. I mentioned them here before: we were introduced a few weeks ago by one of my Quaker acquaintances because they're being harassed by their neighbours.

The situation is worse than what the Quakers had led me to believe, although luckily not *immediately* dangerous, but it's sickening how these two perfectly lovely women have had their lives turned upside down and inside out because of some truly hateful people. Their neighbours are going out of their way to make their lives miserable: driving by multiple times a day, revving their engines outside, coming outside and glaring from the edge of their property whenever L. and J. so much as step foot outside to put their recycling to the curb. They'll often stand on their property and make threatening gestures, or get in their various cars and trucks and shine their headlights onto L. and J.'s property. It's mind boggling, is what it is, and L. and J. are living in constant terror. They don't come and go by their front door (the neighbours at the back and front have set up video cameras pointed at each door), they don't go outside by themselves, and if one of them does go out alone it's for the shortest time possible.

Today I got to participate in an elaborate safety ritual they've come up with, which is to ensure that there's always a car parked by the curb in front of their house. When I arrived L. was already parked there, so she had me wait while she pulled their car into their driveway so I could take its place. When J. got home we did the same thing in reverse, except that J. didn't park the car exactly in the right spot the first time (L. has stronger feelings than J. about proper car placement, it seems), and she came back out twice while I was brushing the snow off my car, until L., visibly afraid, came to the door and asked me to tell her to please come inside. All of this took less than five minutes, but when she was done J. *sprinted* back inside.

I'm just so sad and so very angry for them. They have to sell their house at a loss, and in the meantime they can't live anything close to a normal life. They can't eat at their dining room table because the window gives out onto the street, they can't use their front door, they can't enjoy the house that they've sunk their love and money into. It's goddamned terrible, is what it is, and I am so angry that no one advocated for them two years ago, when it might have made a difference. It's too late now, and I understand that they just want this to be over, but goddamn, it breaks my heart that our society is still failing our more vulnerable citizens.

I'm going back tomorrow morning, but won't be able to stay as long. This whole situation sucks.
mousme: An RCMP officer in ceremonial uniform swinging around a horizontal bar. (Maintain the Right)
So two of my colleagues dropped the ball in a major way two nights ago, and we only discovered it now. So now it's up to yours truly to fix the mess. Blergh.

I really don't understand how they both managed to fuck up so badly. One of them has been doing this job for twenty years and really ought to have known better.

Needless to say, the supervisor is pissed, and it will not go well for them the next time he sees them. Mind you, he is perfectly justified. This was a major screw-up.

Damn...

Nov. 7th, 2008 08:40 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Woe. And darkness. And teh sad.)
I have involuntarily committed... I don't know what to call this.

I was cleaning out my purse today, and came across an envelope full of money. It's not mine. It says: "Aux auxiliaires: signez cartes pour le décès de la mère à Micheline Poirier. + contribution volontaire."

Translation: "To the auxiliary staff: sign condolence cards for the death of Micheline Poirier's mother. + voluntary contribution."

I must have picked it up somewhere by mistake this week, but I can't for the life of me figure out where it came from! I called work, and there's no one there by that name, so I can't have accidentally picked it up there.

That means that somewhere between, I dunno, last week and today, somewhere during my many many errands, I picked up someone's little fundraising to give a nice present to a grieving woman.

There are no words to express just how distressed I am by this. I've tried calling at the various places I've been, but it's too early as yet to call. I am SO upset! This is the last thing I would have wanted.

Thank God the cards aren't in here too. I'd be even more upset. The person collecting the money is probably really upset too, and angry either at herself for losing the envelope or angry at the person she thinks was horrible enough to steal it.

This sucks.

:::ETA at 10:40:::

Okay.

I've called all the places where I ran errands this week. No Micheline Poirier works anywhere I've been.

I've placed classified ads on Craigslist and Kijiji, and in the Montreal Mirror.

I've checked all the obits (English and French) for a Micheline Poirier listed as Next of Kin.

There are 93 "M. Poirier" listed in the Montreal area. I don't think it's realistic of me to call them all concerning this. Especially as that doesn't include Laval or the South Shore, which could also easily apply in this case.

Any other ideas?

:::Further ETA at 11:20:::

Have emailed Mix 96 with a request for assistance. No idea what that'll turn up.

Called most of the local CLSCs and so forth to check on their employees.

Sent a request for information to the Urgel Bourgie funeral home, too.

I think it's time for me to go to bed now.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Terror)
Well, yesterday was a mixed bag of clusterf*ck and just plain awesome. Let's try this in point form:

1- Shave To Save Wrap-Up

I had never been to Fairview Mall before (little did I realize that it was right near the Chapters in Pointe Claire: if I'd known that, I would have saved myself a lot of hassle), so I consulted Google Maps, which has never led me too far astray before. This goes to show that there is indeed a first time for everything.

Google Maps took me directly to the Beaconsfield Golf Club. This was not only singularly unhelpful, but also far away from where I wanted to go. I ended up driving around Pointe Claire Village in the dark at 05:30, swearing under my breath because there wasn't a single solitary soul to be seen anywhere. The only gas station I found was closed, so no way to ask for directions. I finally spotted a car with its hazard lights flashing in someone's driveway, and a woman came hurrying out of the house. I pulled over and hopped out, caught her before she could make a getaway, and asked for directions. The lady (whose name I never got) was super super nice and actually led me all the way to the mall! I thanked her profusely and went to the Shave to Save Wrap-Up bash.

The event itself was kind of anti-climactic. There was breakfast, the radio hosts chatted away into their microphones, more people got their heads shaved, I talked to some people I didn't know, and they gave a cheque for $436,000 to the Québec Breast Cancer Foundation. It was nice, but unremarkable except for the really big cheque. :)

2- Hallowe'en Prep

After the event, which lasted a full hour longer than I had anticipated, I rushed off to do grocery shopping and to buy a pumpkin.

Then I hit traffic.

Then I hit construction.

Then I hit the traffic trying to avoid the construction.

Then I hit more construction.

Then I hit more traffic trying to avoid yet more construction.

Then I hit traffic due to an accident on the 20.

I got home at noon, and spent the next hour flying around Montreal trying to get everything done. I had originally planned on being home by 10:00 to get things done. I managed to buy all my groceries and three pumpkins, but didn't get to Home Depot to buy Teflon plumbing tape. That'll go to next week, I guess.

I got called "sir" on two separate occasions, by service people who saw me from behind. I refrained from answering: "Thanks but that's not the gender with which I'm choosing to identify today!" I figured it wasn't the right day to be messing with people's minds. ;) They were very apologetic whenever I turned around: from the front I am very visibly female.

By 15:00 I had cleaned out all three pumpkins but was running horrendously late on everything else. I resigned myself to the thought that I wouldn't have time to cook the carrot soup and vegetarian lasagna that I had originally planned to make for when my guests arrived, and resolved to ask them if they would be okay with pizza.

BorderCrossing arrived at 16:00, dressed as a zombie! After I poured some squash soup into her (poor girl was so busy all day she'd forgotten to eat!) she gamely helped me with the rest of the Hallowe'en decorations while I carved the jack-o'-lanterns (one was a bat and the other was a typical scary face type of thing: I didn't think to take pictures, sorry) and pureed the third pumpkin to make pumpkin pie. BorderCrossing did a great job with orange and black balloons, yellow hazard tape, and glow-in-the-dark fake cobwebs with plastic spiders hanging off them. The place was suitably spooky by the time she was done, and fairly screamed "Hallowe'en."

The first trick-or-treater caught me unprepared at 17:00. I hadn't yet lit the candles in the jack-o'-lanterns, nor had I put candy in the big bowl. I am forever shamed. Nonetheless, I scrambled a bit and managed to provide candy for the little tyke.

3- Hallowe'en Proper

[livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and [livejournal.com profile] maya_banana landed on my doorstep at around 18:30, looking very snazzy in their top hat and blue wig (respectively).

Things were moderately under control by then, and the trick-or-treaters were arriving in regular bursts. There was one wee little boy dressed as a Mountie! So cute! I told him: "Maintain the right, young man!" and he waved. Did I mention cute?

[livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and [livejournal.com profile] maya_banana very nicely volunteered to go forth in search of pizza, leaving me to flap around the kitchen continuing to get stuff ready while BorderCrossing helped and tried to get me to not be quite as hysterical. She doesn't know me well enough yet to know that I find it physically impossible to *completely* relax when I'm hosting for anything more than one person. Two people makes it a party, and that means that I want everything to be just so, even when it isn't.

The pizza was delicious, and I had at least provided enough beverages for the evening. We had a great time hanging out, eating, and giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters, who were all unfailingly polite, as usual. Only one small boy, who was dropped off by car, didn't say "thank you" for his candy. One kid out of the whole night really isn't bad.

Memorable little kiddies:
- the girl dressed as Pippy Longstocking, who had braided her hair and threaded a thick wire through it so that her pigtails stuck out horizontally: very ingenious
- the teeny tiny Mountie mentioned earlier
- the little cowboy (about seven or eight) who was so shy he hid under his Stetson the whole time
- the sproglet in an indeterminate animal costume who beamed at me and said "Bye!" about eight times while never moving to go at all in spite of his mother's entreaties
- the vampire siblings, who giggled a whole lot when I teased the sister about not biting her brother

[livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and BorderCrossing made the unexpected discovery that they used to live about 15 minutes away from each other in Ontario in their youth. Their was much reminiscing about local landmarks and the like, which got very exuberant and was lovely to behold, if mostly incomprehensible to both [livejournal.com profile] maya_banana and me.

My Great Pumpkin Pie Experiment turned out pretty well. I used a recipe from allrecipes.com which called for vanilla ice cream to be used instead of whatever is normally used in pumpkin pie. It was good, but had a weird foamy texture that was reminiscent of quiche. Next time I may try to find a more traditional recipe. It was good, but not what I wanted to make.

[livejournal.com profile] maya_banana made my cats' night by fussing over them and offering tons of pats and scritches and love and overall attention. Gretzky, Pan-Pan and George all made fawning idiot of themselves. It was great.

[livejournal.com profile] luvenditti made an appearance about ten minutes (possibly less) after [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and [livejournal.com profile] maya_banana had called it a night. She and BorderCrossing sat down and chatted and commiserated about their jobs in high schools ("I don't have a name at school. At school I'm 'But Miss!'") while I took the opportunity to tidy up the kitchen, which looked like a bomb had gone off in it. The good news is that the kitchen is now sparkly clean!

Of course after that the night was kind of short, as I had to be at work at 06:30 today. I left BorderCrossing half-asleep under a pile of cats (not her choice, I might add: the cats love her in spite of her best efforts) and hauled myself off to the bus stop in a timely fashion.

Work today was a giant clusterf*ck. If I have time tomorrow I shall post about it in a f-locked post. For now, my bed awaits, as I have work again tomorrow. Whee!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Vodka gods)
Marvin came back from the dead, at the cost of the life of my hot water heater. I got an email from [livejournal.com profile] ai731 when I got to work, informing me that it was defunct, and that she had to shut off ALL the water to my apartment.

*headdesk*

The timing could only be worse if this had happened tomorrow instead of today. Small mercies, I guess.

Now I can't wash my floor, my dishes, my laundry, or even so much as brush my teeth.

*gnash*

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