I want one! Almost as good as the beer delivery thing.

PS faces critical loss of workers It’s interesting to see that this huge worry is once again hitting the media. As an HR Planner we’ve been crying about this “trend” for years, with the actual labour shortage yet to surface. Yes, the Public Service Employee Survey (PSES) shows discontent, but I’ve done the survey all three times and it ALWAYS shows discontent. The article does have a point in saying that the Public Service isn’t ready for the sellers market yet. They’re still in the mindset of catering to the Baby Boomers, to try and slide the corporate culture over a bit to take in the needs of the new workforce is easier said than done. The attitude towards the young and new in the PS is that you have to “pay your sues” and certainly not about catering and changing to retain these young workers. Which is a shame, really.

My apartment smells like cat, which is the absolute worst thing ever, I think. No matter what I do I can’t seem to get it to go away.

- clean kitty litter everyday? Check.
- Leave windows open as much as possible? Check.
- Have pet odour destroying thingies around the place? Check.

It’s incredibly frustrating, because I may be a slob, but I don’t want to be a smelly slob. That’s too much even for me.

In other news I’m pretending to be all active and shit lately. Rode the bike to Mooney’s Bay and back on Saturday which is a LONG fucking ride, let me tell ya. Got sunburnt in the process, too. ::sigh:: Plus tonight I went out for what could generously be considered a jog, so YAY me. The potentially not former best friend called me last night (though where the hell I was I have no idea – napping maybe?) so who knows, maybe things are on their way back to normal on that front.

I need to clean my apartment. Again. I hate that.

Fruits Basket

So upon reccomendation, and sight unseen, I ordered the full box set of an anime series called “Fruits Basket”. It’s weird, but awfully cool so far. The characters are pretty neat, although I’ve decided I love Shigure, hate Akito and haven’t yet decided about Yuki.

But what I can’t figure out why Akito is the head of the family when he’s only (16-19) and Shigure is 27? And why doesn’t Akito have an animal? Isn’t that the point? Beyond that, I love the fact that this website has the characters height, weight and blood type. BLOOD TYPE people.

Funny that someone on my friends list pointed this out to me, given a conversation my brother and I had last night.

Journalist: So why do you create these strong women characters?

Joss Wedon: Why are you even asking me this? How is it possible that this is even a question, honestly? Seriously, why did you write that down? Why aren’t you asking a hundred other guys why they don’t write strong women characters? I believe that what I’m doing should not be remarked upon let alone honoured. …. Journalist: So why do you write these strong women characters? Joss: Because you’re still asking me that question. Awesome.

The First Cell Phone Motorola Mediacenter – Graphics Library How’s that for scary? Can you imagine clipping this puppy to your belt? Aaaieee.

I need to stop staring at my phone. Just as a watched pot never boils, a watched phone never rings. CALL AND OFFER ME A JOB, damn it! Yeah, I’m sure that will work. So, the (potentially former) best friend seems at least willing to acknowledge my existence now, which is a step in the right direction. Or at least a step in some sort of a direction. Lukewarm is the only way I can describe her response to my emails, but I suppose that’s better than radio silence. I am disgustingly tired and procrastinating. Actually, that’s not true, I’m not procrastinating – I’m waiting. Sometimes you hit that point in the stuff that you need to get done where you can’t go any further until you receive information or goods from someone else. That is where I live right now. I’m so tired I wish I could use toothpicks to prop my eyelids open. Listening to kd Land sing “Hallelujah” likely isn’t helping. Now I know what to do for my next case of insomnia. Yikes.

Out with old and in with the new, as it were. I recently obliterated my previous journal, and so I begin the trip again. Too many people had the URL of the last one, and it made me crazy to think that people were reading but not commenting – ever. Or even worse, I had given people the link, akin to handing over the key to my heart and soul, and they never bothered, or lost the address. I mean, they didn’t care enough about the gift I had given them to even pay attention. And that’s when I realized that I wasn’t really doing this for myself, but rather for the audience, as small as it was. Not that I’m kidding myself into thinking I’ll be any better about the snares of online journalling this time around, but I wanted a fresh start; a new notebook, so to speak. I wanted to get away from certain eyes. Plus, I just like this domain name better

So I just finished reading The Continuity Girl by Leah McLaren (yes, the Globe & Mail columnist for those of you following along at home). This one came to me via my bookclub, and I have to say, it’s the first time in a while that I have actually finished a bookclub book. The Continuity Girl could be viewed as chicklit, if you squint. It certainly has your standard quirky (female) protagonist, with her also-quirky friends and family, who is on a (yes, quirky) mission. But inspite of myself, I really enjoyed reading about Meredith Moore and her sudden and strange quest to spawn. Meredith becomes a self-proclaimed “sperm bandit” in an effort to have a baby without the entanglements of an actual relationship. The book follows her along the quest and you see her meet and interact with several characters (in the truest sense of the word). Some rather important bits of the plot were almost as predictable as The DaVinci Code (this is not a compliment), which loses some points in my eyes. I really didn’t want to enjoy this book as much as I did; infact, when I discovered the glowing review from the author of The Fabulous Girl’s Guide To Decorum (my definitive example of the truly bad and horrible aspects of “chicklit”) on the back of the book I almost stopped reading on principle. But Continuity Girl in the end was a fun, quick read. It won’t cause you to ponder the meaning of life, but you will want to know how it turns out.