so for the last while, I have been a dish pig at earls restaurant, working a few weekend nights in order to pay the bills. the people I work with have been awesome, and soon enough I should be out of the greasy mess of other people's leftovers, and onto the regular kitchen staff. this will be a nice change from having eight or nine meals on my face at once. And the smell. It's not that pleasant aroma that wafts from the open kitchen and out over the salivating diners, but rather the smell of all those meals at once. that, and shit ;0(. talk about overpowering! I don't know what's worse, that the smell is so bad, or the fact that I've gotten used to it :) iT'S JUST GOOEY! but, to the credit of the dish position, all you have to do is put your head down and work away. there is a lot to be done, but it doesn't require much thought, so it's nice after a week of sitting in classes or doing school work and doing nothing but thinking! The other thing about working weekend nights is that it means I am making money on a friday night instead of spending it! what I need is for the bar staff to start feeding me drinks. then, not ONLY am I making money on a weekend night, I am getting paid to drink ;) GIDDYUP!
In any case, there are definitely jobs I would rather do, but for the time being, work is work, and a pay cheque! school will be out in a few months, and maybe then I can work on that whole 'career' thing. until then,
okay, that's 'nuff said. other than earls, it's all about the school work, yo! and I have to get back to it! the quote of the day ain't deep, but it's witty ;)
They say hard work never hurt anybody, but I figure why take the chance.
- Ronald Reagan
February 15, 2005
January 31, 2005
just randomness!
So over the weekend I had the pleasure of attending the Tsunami relief benefit concert at GM place in downtown Vancouver. It was a four hour long show with lots of great Canadian acts rockin' out for a great cause. Sum 41 was very high energy, as were the Barenaked Ladies that came out on stage after them. I have to admit though, my favorite thing was to see Sarah Mclachlan performing live! I have been waiting YEARS for that! I saw her do one song at the Juno awards in Edmonton last year, but that was it. And at this latest show, I was fourth row, just off the side of the stage! It was a great view!
In other news, school assignments continue to pile up. This semester is going to fly by, I am sure, but I have SO much work to do before the end of it. I'm frightened! I'd much rather just curl up into the fetal position for the next few months and suck my thumb, thank you very much. The school support staff being on rotating strike action only makes the situation worse, turning my school schedule into a game of russian roulette. will I have class today? are we locked out again? Admittedly, it is nice to have a day off now and again, but it's getting to be a pain in the ass. And now our reading break has been cancelled to make up for a few days lost so far. To make THAT matter worse, the school has also suspended the teaching staff's booked days off for professional development, or time away or whatever the case is, so that they will be here as many days as they can be while the strikes are going on. Well, you can imagine how enthused about that idea the teachers are! Not!
okay, that about does it... added another photo here, that was actually taken back at the start of september when i visited my friend on the island. I am aware that my website is bland, and needs some sprucing up. in the photo, note the dress shoes to go with my outdoorsy picture. oops. didn't know I was gonna end up in the woods :)
and last but not least, my quote for the day, relating to the current situation at school:
"Education is...One of the few things a person is willing to pay for and not get." --William Lowe Bryan
In other news, school assignments continue to pile up. This semester is going to fly by, I am sure, but I have SO much work to do before the end of it. I'm frightened! I'd much rather just curl up into the fetal position for the next few months and suck my thumb, thank you very much. The school support staff being on rotating strike action only makes the situation worse, turning my school schedule into a game of russian roulette. will I have class today? are we locked out again? Admittedly, it is nice to have a day off now and again, but it's getting to be a pain in the ass. And now our reading break has been cancelled to make up for a few days lost so far. To make THAT matter worse, the school has also suspended the teaching staff's booked days off for professional development, or time away or whatever the case is, so that they will be here as many days as they can be while the strikes are going on. Well, you can imagine how enthused about that idea the teachers are! Not!
okay, that about does it... added another photo here, that was actually taken back at the start of september when i visited my friend on the island. I am aware that my website is bland, and needs some sprucing up. in the photo, note the dress shoes to go with my outdoorsy picture. oops. didn't know I was gonna end up in the woods :)
and last but not least, my quote for the day, relating to the current situation at school:
"Education is...One of the few things a person is willing to pay for and not get." --William Lowe Bryan
January 24, 2005
January 21, 2005
me not feel so gooood
well, as most have seen on the news, Vancouver and the entire coast of BC has been under pretty heavy fire from a tropical rainstorm that managed to sweep it's way high enough to hit and soak us. Soak us to the point of washouts all over the place. One house in North Vancouver was washed down the hillside when the ground beneath it gave out. And, as the news reported last night, it was pointed out in report released in 1980 that severe rain would / could cause the ground to give way in that specific area if nothing was done to fix the ground. the report even specified an address --2175 was the house address. the very house that fell down the hill and killed it's occupant two days ago. is 25 years worth of advanced notice not enough??! yowza. Just awsful stuff In any case, this is not the point of today's episode. while the world was being washed away by the great flood, I was busy being sick and spending my time in the hospital instead.
I spent monday morning thinking I had some bad gas or something ( hot stuff, I know). I did eat a big 'ol chicken dinner the night before after all, so who knew. But by the time I got out of class at nine in the evening, I was a hurtin' unit. my abdomen was killing me. excrutiating pain! and feverish chills to boot. though offered a ride, I foolishly took the bus. I just SO love our dear environment, y'know? The ride wasn't too bad, but the 7 blocks I walked from the bus stop darn near killed me! I must have looked like an old geezer, doubled over as I was for most of the way, shuffling along.
Kate was kind enough to forego a night of sleep in order to get me into the hospital. It was a pretty steady night at the ER. not too many obvious external injuries, with exception of a girl with a broken nose (whose neck already had some pretty nasty looking burns scars on it... not a lucky person, I guess), and a hockey player in full uniform... this guy was obviously on the losing end of a fight. his face was messed up nicely.
So, with those people and others, it was about 1:30 or so before I got a room. they took some blood work, made me pee in a cup, the usuals. the IV went in, as did the sweet, sweet morphine... aaahhhhh. Most of the day, I had thought something may be wrong with the old appendix, as did much of the staff that saw me, but by about 3:30 in the morning, most suspected something else, so they ordered a CT scan for me. that was in the works by arouund 5:30 in the morning. What an odd experience that thing is!
"here you go sir, just lie on this moving bed with your arms about your head while this giant thing whirs around you and we put a course of hot, radiated goo into your viens".
Not at all unnerving.
from that, they found that I had some swollen lymph nodes n my abdomen. basically a sore throat in my bowel or something. they discharged me at 9:30 or so in the morning, and told me to come back if I experienced persistent or increased pain.
24 hours later, I was back with persistent and increased pain. But not in my abdomen this time, in my chest. more so my diaphragm ( does anyone else think words should be spelled like they sound?), and if I breathed deeply, my whole chest. plus my head was killing me--headaches the likes of which `i haven't had for five or so years when I worked at the sawmill in Kamloops. lovely, pounding muscle tension aches that squeeze my head painfully.
so it was another day in the ER, and Kate once again sacrificed her day to help me out. (part of me thinks she just wanted to skip a few classes, but mostly I'm glad she was along... her mother is, after all, the deputy minister of health here in BC. If you're gonna be sick, she's a damn good ticket through the hospital doors!!). There was more blood work, more pissing in cups, more blessed morhpine. Some X-rays, too.
At the end of it all, there were some conlusions drawn. or not. it may be related to the viral infectioon that created the swelling of my lymph nodes, or it may not. it may be that I have some sort of an ulcer, but then again, it may not. As for the fever, we can't explain that. it's just there. ( all this time I was running at temp of 38.8). The headaches weren't addressed at all, particularly. It may be that I eat too much, and eat too fast. In any case, I am on a few days bed rest--which has made me miss my first two shifts at work (good impression for the boss, eh?)--and a month's worth of meds that will stop my stomach ffrom producing so much acid, if that is in fact the issue at all. I have to go back to the doctor's clinic next week to get a camera stuffed down my throat and into my stomach to see exactly what might be going on in myh esophogus (sp?) and stomach. Can't wait for that!
In any case, My roommate is never around, so I am staying at kate's house for a couple days where I have three people to help me out, and Kate's mum can check in on me as well. A word of advice, get docotr friends. they're very useful.
Next week is bound to be better!!
"in a hospital, they'll throw you out on the sreet when you're only half cured, but in a nursing home, they'll lock you in until you're dead." --George Bernard Shaw
I spent monday morning thinking I had some bad gas or something ( hot stuff, I know). I did eat a big 'ol chicken dinner the night before after all, so who knew. But by the time I got out of class at nine in the evening, I was a hurtin' unit. my abdomen was killing me. excrutiating pain! and feverish chills to boot. though offered a ride, I foolishly took the bus. I just SO love our dear environment, y'know? The ride wasn't too bad, but the 7 blocks I walked from the bus stop darn near killed me! I must have looked like an old geezer, doubled over as I was for most of the way, shuffling along.
Kate was kind enough to forego a night of sleep in order to get me into the hospital. It was a pretty steady night at the ER. not too many obvious external injuries, with exception of a girl with a broken nose (whose neck already had some pretty nasty looking burns scars on it... not a lucky person, I guess), and a hockey player in full uniform... this guy was obviously on the losing end of a fight. his face was messed up nicely.
So, with those people and others, it was about 1:30 or so before I got a room. they took some blood work, made me pee in a cup, the usuals. the IV went in, as did the sweet, sweet morphine... aaahhhhh. Most of the day, I had thought something may be wrong with the old appendix, as did much of the staff that saw me, but by about 3:30 in the morning, most suspected something else, so they ordered a CT scan for me. that was in the works by arouund 5:30 in the morning. What an odd experience that thing is!
"here you go sir, just lie on this moving bed with your arms about your head while this giant thing whirs around you and we put a course of hot, radiated goo into your viens".
Not at all unnerving.
from that, they found that I had some swollen lymph nodes n my abdomen. basically a sore throat in my bowel or something. they discharged me at 9:30 or so in the morning, and told me to come back if I experienced persistent or increased pain.
24 hours later, I was back with persistent and increased pain. But not in my abdomen this time, in my chest. more so my diaphragm ( does anyone else think words should be spelled like they sound?), and if I breathed deeply, my whole chest. plus my head was killing me--headaches the likes of which `i haven't had for five or so years when I worked at the sawmill in Kamloops. lovely, pounding muscle tension aches that squeeze my head painfully.
so it was another day in the ER, and Kate once again sacrificed her day to help me out. (part of me thinks she just wanted to skip a few classes, but mostly I'm glad she was along... her mother is, after all, the deputy minister of health here in BC. If you're gonna be sick, she's a damn good ticket through the hospital doors!!). There was more blood work, more pissing in cups, more blessed morhpine. Some X-rays, too.
At the end of it all, there were some conlusions drawn. or not. it may be related to the viral infectioon that created the swelling of my lymph nodes, or it may not. it may be that I have some sort of an ulcer, but then again, it may not. As for the fever, we can't explain that. it's just there. ( all this time I was running at temp of 38.8). The headaches weren't addressed at all, particularly. It may be that I eat too much, and eat too fast. In any case, I am on a few days bed rest--which has made me miss my first two shifts at work (good impression for the boss, eh?)--and a month's worth of meds that will stop my stomach ffrom producing so much acid, if that is in fact the issue at all. I have to go back to the doctor's clinic next week to get a camera stuffed down my throat and into my stomach to see exactly what might be going on in myh esophogus (sp?) and stomach. Can't wait for that!
In any case, My roommate is never around, so I am staying at kate's house for a couple days where I have three people to help me out, and Kate's mum can check in on me as well. A word of advice, get docotr friends. they're very useful.
Next week is bound to be better!!
"in a hospital, they'll throw you out on the sreet when you're only half cured, but in a nursing home, they'll lock you in until you're dead." --George Bernard Shaw
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