2003-04-15
My Mom, Being Fucking Insane
My mother is fucking insane.
Today she called me at work minutes before my very important meeting with a company (NOTE: I've only ever had meetings with this one company, hence its importance) to inform me that she bought me a plane ticket to go to Manchester in the summer.
Now if I had the money, and the niceness to buy someone a plane ticket ummm...ANYWHERE I'd ask them simple questions like:
a) Where would you like to go?
b) When would you like to go?
c) How long would you like to go for?
d) When is your vacation scheduled at work?
e) Would you like to fly out of Ottawa - where you live or Toronto - 5 hours away from where you live?
(etc).
But my mom, being fucking insane, failed to ask any of these questions.
A couple weeks ago we had to estimate when we were going to take our vacation. Lucky for me, today my supervisor came into my office...oops...I mean cubicle to shit on my head for saying that "sometime in july or august" for vacation was too vague (you know what its like - in the summer there are less employees therefore setting up minesweeper tournaments becomes more of a "challenge"). At least now I could provide specific dates (maxing out most of my vacation while doing so - which will limit my concert attendance in far away places).
So it looks like I'm going to Manchester, England in August with the details already being ironed out but not made known fully to me.
Jeremy put up a really good concert review of the Dirty Three.
And Sarah updated her diary and made me laugh.
Now Playing: I Offered It Up to the Stars & the Night Sky by the Dirty Three
popnoir at 10:58 p.m.