Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Small Town Life...

Means walking into your local coffee shop (not mentioning any names, but it rhymes with "Jim Morton's") and standing in line in front of one ex, being served by another ex, and standing behind the sister of the guy you picked up in the bar 5 years ago.

Who you went to high school with.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Rant on the two-four.

So as my friends south of the border may or may not know, we here in Canada have a long weekend in May commemorating the birth of our longest reigning monarch, Queen Victoria, who ruled Britain and its colonies for somewhere in the ballpark of 67 years.  Her birthday is on the 24th of May, and every year we get a statutory holiday the Monday preceding the 24th.  Due to the fact that in recent years, Victoria Day weekend has signified the official start of cottage season, and is largely associated with drinking in great quantities, it is often referred to as "The May Two-Four" - as in, a two four (24 case) of beer.

What bothers me are two things.  One.  Because the holiday is always the Monday before, this means that if Queen Victoria's birthday occurs on a weekend (such as it does this year), the holiday is celebrated the weekend before.  So in essences, the 24th weekend and the TWO-FOUR weekend may be two different occurences on the calendar, which is obnoxious, confusing, and just plain silly.

Secondly, no one for sure knows exactly when Jesus' birthday is, although historical evidence points to a greater likelihood that Jesus was a spring baby (please don't ask me to back this up.. I'm just going by what I've heard.  This is a blog, not a university paper.)  However, we celebrate Christmas every year on December 25, regardless on where in the work week it occurs.

Meanwhile, we KNOW when Queen Victoria's birthday was, yet here I am, a little tipsy from having celebrated it a full week earlier than it falls.

What is up with THAT?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

slightly disgruntled.

My baby girl is sick.  Fortunately, it's only a throat infection.  I've been having a number of heated discussions with my sister regarding the seriousness of the Swine flu, me being on the side that thinks it's probably being over blown. From a liability standpoint, the WHO has to overplay it to a certain extent, because if they underplay it, and it really does become a worldwide pandemic, then holy hell are people getting fired.  There'd be inquisitions and investigations and tribunals aplenty.

So yeah, after a week of me naysaying the seriousness, my oldest wakes with a fever this morning, and by this afternoon, the ex-hubster is calling me at work asking me to take her to the ER, seeing as I'm the one with the car, and he has other children that must be picked up.  It's my kid, so naturally, I have no problem with this.  I was on my break at this point, and ran back to work to get my stuff (well, I ran part way.. which is more than I could have done a few years back).  But yeah, I'm thinking 'oh man, I didn't take it seriously and now she's sick and blahhh' but yeah it's a throat infection... possibly tonsillitis or strep.  So phew.

My issue is this.  The parking at our hospital SUCKS.  There's about 20 or more spaces reserved for doctors only, of which maybe 5-6 of them are in use at any given time.  Meanwhile, there are only 4-5 parking spaces for the ER.  God forbid one should be able to take her sick child to the ER without not only having to carry them across a huge parking lot (since all the closest spots are either handicapped, which I have no issue with, or for other 'non-doctor' staff), but to also pay five friggin bucks for such a privilegde.  If the poor kid had been well enough to walk, I would have parked at Blockbuster and walked.  It's not much further than where I ended up having to park.

Would it be such a big deal to free up a few of the doctor only spots? 


In other news, I may be moving soon.  To a house.  Not my own house, mind you, but a house nonetheless.  More to come.