Belly achin'
I have a stomach ache and it sucks. I just bet you were thinking maybe it's the kind of stomach ache that's fun and stuff -- but, I'm here to tell you it isn't. I've been suffering -- SUFFERING -- for four days now. I was worried that I ate a poisonous mushroom as I did go on a monster wild mushroom hunt last weekend and I did stuff myself with delicious mounds of fresh-picked chanterelles. But I shared this bounty with four others and no one else has been stricken. Plus, I didn't feel the pain until a good 14 hours post-fungi pig-out.
So, it's not the mushrooms, but you try telling my brain that. Unfortunately, my simple mind has wired itself to believe that the tastiest mushroom in town is a bad news bear. I made a lovely cream of chanterelle soup and now I can't even look at it without feeling faint. If only I could tap into this sort of mind control and have a nice thick bout of nausea kick in when I find myself in a bad relationship or dipping into delicious fattening cake batter. Oh well... As we all know, life just doesn't work that way.
I am sitting here with hot rollers in my hair waiting for my new boss to ring me up. Today we will be discussing travel plans to Montreal. I'll be there for two weeks for training. Two weeks in a hotel in one of the loveliest cities in Canada? Colour me in.
I've jumped off the fence between television and web and landed amidst a whole whack of ones and zeros and it feels good. Especially when a fair amount of those zeros are devoted to my salary.I'll miss television, fo sho. I already miss the good people I worked with over my 4 year on-again-off-again fling with the CBC. But I won't miss getting laid off every three months and never knowing if they'll call me back in.
My last day was unceremonious. I packed up my box and left. Finito. It was a big contrast to the first day that I walked into the CBC. Strolling past the posters of Bruno Gerussi and through security -- I was starstruck. I was in the building and I was working for the same entity that piped Mr. Dress-Up into my parents console television and the radio broadcasters of the soundtrack to my young adulthood. It was a huge fucking deal to me. And I loved it there and I'm sad that it's over. But I wanted the CBC more than it wanted me and then I grew up and we had to break up. It's no one's fault and maybe one day when we're older and wiser we can hook up again. Who knows?
In the meantime, I will be cutting my teeth as a web editor elsewhere. It's a full-time deal with stellar benefits, great pay and shitloads of responsibility. Plus, trips to la belle province a couple of times a year. I'm telling you this job couldn't have gone to a nicer gal.
Time to remove the curlers.
Kisses on your lipses.
So, it's not the mushrooms, but you try telling my brain that. Unfortunately, my simple mind has wired itself to believe that the tastiest mushroom in town is a bad news bear. I made a lovely cream of chanterelle soup and now I can't even look at it without feeling faint. If only I could tap into this sort of mind control and have a nice thick bout of nausea kick in when I find myself in a bad relationship or dipping into delicious fattening cake batter. Oh well... As we all know, life just doesn't work that way.
I am sitting here with hot rollers in my hair waiting for my new boss to ring me up. Today we will be discussing travel plans to Montreal. I'll be there for two weeks for training. Two weeks in a hotel in one of the loveliest cities in Canada? Colour me in.
I've jumped off the fence between television and web and landed amidst a whole whack of ones and zeros and it feels good. Especially when a fair amount of those zeros are devoted to my salary.I'll miss television, fo sho. I already miss the good people I worked with over my 4 year on-again-off-again fling with the CBC. But I won't miss getting laid off every three months and never knowing if they'll call me back in.
My last day was unceremonious. I packed up my box and left. Finito. It was a big contrast to the first day that I walked into the CBC. Strolling past the posters of Bruno Gerussi and through security -- I was starstruck. I was in the building and I was working for the same entity that piped Mr. Dress-Up into my parents console television and the radio broadcasters of the soundtrack to my young adulthood. It was a huge fucking deal to me. And I loved it there and I'm sad that it's over. But I wanted the CBC more than it wanted me and then I grew up and we had to break up. It's no one's fault and maybe one day when we're older and wiser we can hook up again. Who knows?
In the meantime, I will be cutting my teeth as a web editor elsewhere. It's a full-time deal with stellar benefits, great pay and shitloads of responsibility. Plus, trips to la belle province a couple of times a year. I'm telling you this job couldn't have gone to a nicer gal.
Time to remove the curlers.
Kisses on your lipses.
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