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Mother Mother: Great Great or Awesome Awesome?

10 Apr

If there is one sentence that would sum up my entire yesterday it is this one: My dogs were barking.

Yesterday was filled with more walking than I, as a lady of leisure (laziness) am used to.

He and I headed out for a massive walk along St. Clair West and then through the Junction down at Dundas West. It was awesome – we saw some hilarious sites, like Gooch Street, and the “Rue Morgue House of Horrors.” What the dude is that place anyway?

We continued our walk and ended up trekking through Etienne Brule Park (I know it has French accents in the title and stuff, but I have a Mac and don’t know how to make those). While it was a beautiful park, the best part was that we totally saw two snakes doing it! Awesome.

We went to look at open houses with His dad in Bloor West. Most realtors thought we were looking for us, but it’s really for His parents. The joke’s on them!

Then it was off to Peterborough to check out Mother Mother with my Coworker. We arrived in Peterborough a bit early and had time to kill so we headed to Spanky’s to grab a pint and some deep-fried whatever for dinner. One catch – Spanky’s didn’t have any of that grub. It was only like, platters of cheese and olives and fruit and stuff. Which isn’t necessarily bad, only when you’re pumped for a concert, you’d totally rather have onion rings.

So onion rings we had! After our beers we detoured over to The Whistle Stop for some of the best onion rings I’ve ever had. They also have about a billion kinds of poutine, but none of us liked poutine anyway.

Then – it was on to the Red Dog for some tasty Mother Mother tunes!

The opener was Whale Tooth, who were actually really good. They had a fun sound and got the crowd riled up for Mother Mother. Also, they didn’t play too long, which I think is a good quality in an opener when people are there to see the headliners. Just long enough to make you like them, then on to the main attraction.

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Mother Mother put on a great show. He and I had seen then previously when they played the Virgin Mobile Live show in October or November at Lee’s Palace and they were great. The Red Dog was a much smaller venue but this meant we got to get much closer to the band. The lead singer Ryan’s facial expressions are always priceless too – he’s totally in the zone and having a lot of fun with it.

One thing that was less than kosher was the crowd. Now, I totally get that at concerts, there’s a lot of pushing and shoving and general rudeness. But this show was crazy… the guy next to me was a total Emo Muppet Bobblehead and literally banging his head and emo hair around all night. I don’t know who he was trying to impress, but it wasn’t me, because that plaid shirt was not emo enough to match your haircut bub.

As an example of what not to do at a concert, try this:

Coworker to Drunk Girl: Can you please stop pushing me?
Annoying Guy to Drunk Girl: Push her as hard as you can.

What the dude?!? When did that become okay? Coworker didn’t say it rudely, wasn’t pushing her back, and was totally valid in her comment. Then this donkoid comes out of nowhere and tells the girl to push Coworker strictly because she asked her not to?

People can be idiots.

Point of this post: If Mother Mother is ever in town, go check them out. They’re pretty great.


Painting The Town Red Wine

5 Apr

I’d like to take a minute to dedicate this post to all the people I’ve ever fallen asleep on while out at a party. To all the people who I told I was “just going home to change first” before heading out to a bar, and then turned off my phone and fallen asleep on. To all the haters who said I’d never make it out past 10:30 p.m.

This posts for you.

This is Him and I. On a roof. At Bathurst and Bloor. AFTER MIDNIGHT ON  FRIDAY.

All week we’ve been trying to make more of an effort to hang with people. He and I have more friends than we know what to do with, and we realized that if you don’t use ’em, you lose ’em.

Mid-week we hit up our friend Shira’s steam room in her condo with La Mode Au Naturelle and DJ Poppin’ Fresh for some steamin’ and wine drinking.

Friday we had even bigger plans. My friend Laura came over and we rambled about better days gone by aka drinking Baby Duck in hotel room on a P&CC managers getaway and taking pictures like these:

From there we headed down to our friend Whitlow’s abode for some partying, first making a stop at the Wine Rack because I forgot the bag sitting on the chair in the hall that contained everything we wanted to bring. The guy there was super helpful though. Thanks for showing us the cheapest, biggest possible bottle to get – and cold to boot!

We all chilled and some more good friends visited soon. It was odd – one of Whitlow’s roomates looks a lot like Him. So much so that His first memory of the two of us is actually a memory that I thought took place with the lookalike dude. Crazy. They were sitting next to each other all night – it’s a good thing I didn’t get confused. That could have ended badly. Or, like a great TV show episode!

We went up this shifty (literally) ladder to the room and had an amazing view of the city. Bathurst and Bloor is hopping at night and we could see so much of this city – it was killer.

Saturday. Couples Dinner Party time – what what! The BFF and BF came up, laden with presents of moose meat and maple syrup. It was awesome! We had some lunch and then the boys did errands and the girls be shopping. Down to Kensington and all around time, making a point to stop at Bath & Body Works to scam some buy-3-get-3 body washes. I love that stuff! (If you go, and check out your receipt, make sure you call the number and answer the survey – it honestly takes two minutes and you don’t even have to talk to someone over the phone – it’s all automated. You get a code for $10 off your next purchase of $30 – pretty sweet deal.)

Anyways, during the day, both couples called to cancel on us. Seriously? Luckily it all worked out and my Co-worker and Liam’s friend came, and one of the original couples (an old roomate of His) + friend came. We had a great time. Lots of shiskabobs, lots of veg (even me), lots of wine, and lots of Apples to Apples, the best game made in the last few years. Fun night.

Before The Job Becomes A Job

2 Apr

Sometimes at work you feel like… you know, it’s work. You want to go home, you’re tired of clocking hours, and all you want to think about is maybe a delicious dinner, a cold beer, and tv downloads waiting for you at home.

However, if you’re like me, you actually love your job. But I mean, everyone gets those days, am I right? So I’ve decided to create a list of the top 10 things I love about my job to look at anytime I feel like 5 o’clock (or 8’clock) can’t come soon enough:

1) Beer Cart (and gummy bear, chip, chocolate, wine cart) every Friday afternoon

2) My co-worker, Michelle, and all her great ideas that make my time between 8:45 a.m. and 9:30 a.m. so special

3) Heck, scratch that, all my co-workers are pretty awesome

4) Hot chocolate in the morning that is always super good

5) Our production department: it has a machine that will stamp letters for you!

6) Our Marcomms room that Alice stocks with cashews, chocolate-covered digestive cookies and Nature Valley Crunch bars

7) Working with a bunch of girls (and Miguel) where your afternoon discussions can range from clothes, shoes, and birth control pills to stalking, hairdressers, and flooded basements

8 ) Working for clients I like and projects that are really, really cool

9) Going to concerts, discussing male celebrities and going grocery shopping – and getting paid for it

10) Having one

I really do love my job. There are days, and moments, sure, when I feel burnt out, but every morning without fail, I’m still excited to come into work. I think that’s the true sign of a job you love. It might not be amazing all the time, but really, the only job that’s like that is pizza tester, and I don’t think that would pay very well. But if the morning after a day when a client isn’t pleased, you made a huge mistake, or you don’t feel up to snuff, you still want to go into the office? You’re alright.

Posture Schmosture? I Think Not

23 Feb

Okay – I know that we promised to update on our Cuba adventures, but honestly, I’m just super lazy right now and don’t feel like uploading photos. I will though – promise promise. Three cameras of photos thought is a loooot to go through!

In the meantime though, my mind today was on my back.

My Coworker today introduced me to her new ergonomic seating arrangement. The thing is sweet. She’s following all the rules and her desk looks at least 10 per cent more space age-y than it did yesterday.

As someone who is under 5’1″ tall (but over 4’11”), sitting is something that’s super uncomfortable for me most of the time. My feet constantly hang and refuse to touch the floor – not just at the office, but on public transportation, movie theatres, fancy dinner parties… it’s a real pain in the ass. And the shoulders, and back, and neck… I used to think of it as more than just an inconvenience, but after doing some light reading on it, it could really grow to be a problem for me.

Now don’t worry faithful readers – I wouldn’t leave you out of my research. I’ve compiled some great tips here on easy steps you can take to make sure you won’t have scar tissue on your shoulder muscles and be as short as I am due to crumpling when you’re super old.

1) Keep your feet parallel when standing and sitting

2) When looking at your computer screen, ensure your eyes are facing straight ahead – not up, and especially not down

3) Don’t let your wrists get all crinkly – get a pad for underneath your wrists for your keyboard and mouse

4) Every half hour get up and walk – whether it’s to the bathroom, your co-worker instead of emailing. Or my favorite – the kitchen

For more super cool tips, check out this, this and this.

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