Have been in a distinctly and increasingly foul mood since last Friday. Damn you, PMS! All blustering aside, I really have to do something about this monthly madness -- when it gets to the point where you're totally useless two weeks out of the month, even total hysterectomy appeals. Today I was so out of whack I harboured unkind thoughts toward grinning, babbling babies.
Babies!
Thankfully my shift at work was a significant improvement on yesterday's, which consisted mainly of a 4-hour crisis of confidence. The first person I saw as I walked through the door was a certain gym member, a friend of the owners in fact, who seems to have made it her personal duty to make me feel as stupid as possible, as often as possible. Her endearing habits include telling me how to do my job, critiquing everything I do and interjecting her two cents while I'm working with other members. Basically, she sticks her nose into everything that isn't remotely her business and makes doing my job effectively more difficult. (For
sarsar – initials G.M. ring a bell?) She was in fine form yesterday, and my anger was only compounded by frustration with myself for not standing up to her.
But yay Mindsay, at least that mini-rant loosened the knot in my chest! Foiled again, pending coronary!
But let's backtrack to happier times. I've not written a proper entry since I left for Dave and Heather's wedding a week and a half ago. It was a blast all round, filled with dancing librarians, edible centrepieces and good wholesome Maritime cheer. My emceeing duties went off without a hitch; the biggest challenge was pulling together my pièce de resistance, a three-page epic poem, at the last minute. Following the wedding, I capped off my East Coast vacation with a pleasant three-day visit with the folks in the ol' hometown.
Brrr...it's a cozy blanky/comfort sweater sort of night. Damn you, atypical May weather! One moment while I away to the linen closet...there, that's better.
Random: A woman on the bus was trying to corral her numerous children, one of whom, tragically, was called Champagne.
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