A play

THis week is a big one. The Board at my old job goes in for their meeting about the two people I hate for bullying me and harassing me at work. I have give all documentation, a list of laws from the Canadian Standards Board and just two days ago, received yet another email about the slander that is still going on there about me. I was wild. I emailed the one board member who has known about this for awhile now and told her about the email I just got and told her that if she didn't nip the talk about me in the bud, I would take them to court for slander. I'm done with this crap. I last went to ex-work January 7th. It is now end of March and Im still the talk of the theatre. I have been ousted from my presidency on one board...the Gala. I have been ever so nicely asked to leave my baby - The Players. My best friend co-wrote a play that I was dying to do - to direct, and now can no longer direct it. I'm heatbroken....sad and oh so disappointed. And really, really pissed off....the line was crossed. The board member who made that all possible is the one who continues to cover for the bullies. Do people not think that I still have friends there who tell me all of this? People are so stupid...you can't fix stupid folks.

Prayers

Well, the next step from here is up.

Im cranky, upset, and just don't want to be here at this job any more. I have given three years, and for what?
I have been disrespected by the tech and stage manager on more than one occasion...nothing has ever been done. They tech manager is padding his hours...what?...yes, he still works here.
The stage manager is rude, and obnoxious and that is to clients as well. He decided to use one of my ornaments as a hammer to "tack" down a piece of tile that was sticking up in the office and broke my ornament. Too lazy to get a hammer? I know, let's use one of Fairy Mae's things to use...I don't like her anyway...
I have been asked to leave the stage area on more than one occasion, eventhough I was in there to do my job. I have been bullied long enough.
I can not continue this. I mentally can not take the crap anymore. When I bring this up to the former acting manager, who is a board memeber, I get "we'll look into it." When Rodney broke my ornament and they all stood there and watched, I got "you sould be use to him by now." I didn't get an apology...nothing.

I have informed my new boss, that I am checking out. I will no longer be nice to Rodney, so don't look for it, don't expect it. I am looking for another job.

It makes me very sad to know that I went from loving this job, all the marketing ideas, the avenues it opened, the great people I have met along the way, the childhood mentors I was able to meet like Valdy and Tommy Hunter, my love for music, theatre and dance - gone. Soured. Made all possible first and foremost, by two assholes that still and I would imagine will always work here, chasing away the people who want to work here, want to be here. Soured, from working my ass 12 hours straight for three or more weeks in a row, no thank you, kiss my ass, or go to hell, with no relief help, soured from endless gas mileage from not having any days off...just fed up and soured.

Its just too sad and it breaks my heart.

Thank you Rodney and John for being such a pain in my lily white ass for 3 years...you have earned it. I hope you make others around miserable until the board finally realizes its you, and then justice will prevail.

Amen...

Well where do I start....

The weekend was full of....full of....ummmm. Huh, where do I start....let's start with Friday night.

Buster's mom gave me two free tickets that she won to the H2 Rodeo. Im not a big rodeo fan but like the beer gardens. Way more action in there than in the arena!

Once I got home Friday from work, I was gonna sit on the couch and watch the boob tube. I then texted Buster to see what he was doing and told him I was pondering about going to the rodeo to hook up with the Desperate Housewives of Veg. He encouraged me to go, so I did.

I drove out to H2 and stumbled around trying to find the DHV. There they were. A white truck was backed up, with the tail gate open. I know a tail gate party when I see one. So I walked up, said hi and just stood there. I'd say there was about 20 people around it, only three women that I knew. The three said hi, the one came and asked if I wanted to get a beer with her so away we went.

When we got back, the rodeo was over and the women were gathering things up and they all hopped in the truck leaving me and the other gal standing there. The truck stopped and Poverty opened the door and asked if T wanted a ride over to their camp....ummmm.....I was with T. They only asked T if she wanted a ride.....ummmm...can I come to?

Ok, so mood set. I knew where I stood. T told them that she would walk with me over to the camp site.

Now, really, do you think for one minute, I want to go over there and stay and partay?

So, let's recap.
1). Invited to a DHV candle/Arbonne/food/Jockey party and dissedby Arbonne lady.
2). Thinking about making good, deciding to host a party by inviting all - no one showed.
3). Getting a call from T's mom and giving me hell for not going to her jockey/candle party.
and now
4). Not being asked if I wanted to go to the campsite with them...

Am I being too black and white here?

I just don't think I fit in with these women. I really don't and I feel bad cuz Buster is friends with their husbands, but I just don't think like they do.

SO, I walked with T to the said campsite and the same 20 people were there and when I was done looking at my surroundings, I found that I was standing alone. Everyone was on one side and I, just I on the other. I felt like that out cast little kid in grade one that nobody liked. No one introduced themselves to me and when I approached them, I tried to introduce myself but that fell on deaf ears....I walked away...I left.

I felt like I was intruding.

I then told T that I was heading home and would come on Saturday night....I never went and on my facebook wall, Poverty asked where I was on Saturday and I felt like saying "who cares".

Saturday, I went to a Theatre meeting in Edmonton.
The meeting went fine until the end of it when I had to leave Edmonton.

I got lost.

I called Buster and he and his room mate talked me out of there. I was pissed off, nervous and hungry by the time I got home.

I got home about 7:30 and decided to go for the mail.

What I got in the mail was a bill from the phone company for a line that was dug on my ex's family farm...yup. I got the bill.

I don't even live there AND it was just dug this past month! We split officially in August 09 but were done wwwway before that.

Sunday, was a day of rest.

Today - Monday, I called the phone company, my lawyer, and the ex.

Now, let's see what happens.


Happy Monday to you!

Speaking of small town...

I actually had this weekend off!! Can you believe it? I had so much to do. I had laudry to wash, floors to sweep and mop. Bedding to be changed, beds to be made, cooking to do, a dog to be brushed, vacuuming, and a Jockey party to attend on the Sunday...which I WAS looking forward to. PLUS, my mom, aunt, cousin and her three kids are coming tomorrow.

Saturday rolled around and the morning was good with getting a few things done, that afternoon there was a slight, but fun change of plans. Kiddo came over and we watched a movie together until her grandparents came back to pick her up. When they showed up, we then went out for supper. The evening I spent watching Letters from Iwo Jima....ho hum! It was nice!

Sunday morning rolled around and because I didn't get a few things done from Saturday, that had to be done, with the intensions that if I got all I needed to do in the house done, I would go to the Jockey Party. The phone rings at 9:30 and its the hostess of the said party, Darlene. Now, I only met this woman one other time and it was for a brief 15 minutes...which was at the last home party that I attended.

The woman asked me if I ws coming to the party...hmmm, ok a check up call, ok, when I told her that I would not be able to make it, she flipped like a switch. What the Hell??

She was rude, interrogating and guilt tripping me....excuse me, if you thought that I was going to attend, you are sadly mistaken...I am not...NOW!

Why can't no, just be no? Why at 39, do I still have to explain to someone, and someone whom I do not know well at all, that I am not attending a function? If you said no to me, then that would be good enough, but to a stranger? Then she told me that her daughter would be right there to pick me up....ummmm....NO. Iwas stunned. I stuttered and stammered, not knowing what to say...

Small town mentallty, I don't know. You don't want my money, fine. You don't need it. The last home party I went to in Veg with the "wives", I was also interrogated, I can see where they women would be interested in my background, but then to start in on Buster's ex wife and him, well, I just ignored them, bought nothing and got outta there! I am guessing because they are unhappy in their home life, don't get out much but to their home parties, and have never left a town of 5800, they can't see the beyond.

All I know is, is that I have been stung twice now by this group and I don't feel like sticking around for more. I will go their family get togethers with Buster and Kiddo, but as a one on one "wives" basis, this chickie, has had enough.

Kinda scary.

I got nothing...

I don't have 5 nice things today.

I am about ready to fly. I'm about ready to sell my things...horses included and head to California.

Grrrrrr......

Jinxed

I think I really did it this time. I jinxed myself but good.

I got myself a credit card just in case I run into trouble.

Well, I have. My car has really been giving me a run for my money. I am seriously in the pit. I am not impressed at all. I have spend almost a couple thousand on this damn car and to think last month, I was looking at a black ford focus, fully loaded, heated leather seats, a moon roof, and sirrius radio and my payments were gonna be less then 600. SIX HUNDRED and I've spent how much on my little blue smurf turd! Heaven help me.

Can anything else possible go wrong. I am working two friggin' jobs so I can get bills paid up and there is just one thing after another!

I shoulda bought the car.

Being a kid

Do you remember Greatest American Hero? How about The A-Team? Growing Pains?
Are you Being Served? - Great British Comedy as well as Hyacinth and Richard in Keeping Up Appearances?

Do you remember Knight Rider? How about Growing Pains?

As for Movies...how about The Goonies? and my all time favourite....Who's Killing the Great Chefs of Europe?

Television was my baby sitter. I was a latch-key kid.

Mom worked all the time and if I wasn't involved in an after school activity, which at McNaughton High, if you didn't have the right parents, social status, older jock brother or sister...you were crap so there was never any need for me to try out for any school stuff because I was a poor white kid with a single mother.

So television was my sitter, after school most days.

Tuesday evenings I was involved with the commumnity band. I played a wicked baritone (medium sized tuba). It was bigger than me for many years. My grapa always had to carry it in for me. I started out playing the piccolo, then moved to trumpet and played that for many, many years. Then my band director discovered the baritone and that instrument was for me. I went to the University of Brandon for many years, every Saturday for private lessons. I still play a mean baritone to this day!

Wednesdays were tap, jazz and ballet lessons...a useless fact is that I can actually teach tap. I received my tap papers years ago. I danced from about age 5 till I was 18. Every once in awhile, I get in the mood to tap still.

Thursdays were piano lessons. I hated piano. My big clunky fingers always stumbled over themselves. my piano teacher, Mrs. Smith was awesome! I loved her to pieces.

Thursday nights were dreaded Air Cadets. My mom was big in Air Cadets so naturally I had to join. The year I joined was awful. We had no NCO and all we did that year were drills. No camping, no plane rides...nothing. As a little kid I went everywhere with mom and the cadets. I did go gliding, camping, and all sorts, but the year I actually joined...sucked.

Sunday Afternoons were band practice again. Shorty's Band. I can't tell you how many competitions we entered, how many times we played at the parliament building for the mucky mucks. Crazy.

Of course I had horse shows to go to in the summer and always placed, played fastball and was damn good at it. I was on the Provincial Softball team for years. Had a kick-ass throwing arm. I played catcher and could throw from home to center...as well I could hit a ball pretty good too!

My grapa and grama were huge in my life. They took care of me when mom was gone and working. They carted things around and paid for some of my "developing talents". My mom kept me busy which made me stay outta trouble! God love her!

Not sure how I got time in for television!

15 of 365

Quite frankly I am not thankful for anything today. I am in a pissy mood and am skipping the 15!

I just came back from the dentist and now need a root canal! I am a wreck to say the least.
$1200 for the government and now at least a $1000 for my 3 root tooth! WTF?!

I have had it.


Its January.....its only the beginning of the year...Well I guess it is the year of being me! My tooth, my taxes....this is NOT what I mean't!

Sigh....

Speaking of..

Speaking of insanity...on the weekend we were talking about Birthday twins.....

Mine is Shannen Doherty!

Aaaaarrrggghhhhh!

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Well, it is Monday.

I am drained...and yes I did fret all weekend.

I am pissed off, and tired of all the things that have been bothering me...well I guess this was the last straw. I have had it.

Legs came in last night and took me to the movies....Role Model..it was very funny and took my mind off things, that is until the movie was over.

Legs asked me if there was more wrong than just the taxes fiasco and I said nothing. Of course there is more there but I will tell him when I am ready......I am waiting.

I just don't give a damn about the taxes...they have damn well waited this long, they can wait til after Christmas...I am not about to ruin my plans or give away the friggin money I am trying so hard to save for Christmas. They can get payments in January. What can they do that has not already been done. Fk 'em!

Yes....so...
We have the beginnings of the dreaded Christmas School Concerts starting tonight. From now until December 19th. I didn't know we had that many schools here, but I guess we do. So the snarly parents and the stressed out teachers will be all over here like stink on a monkey!

Merry Christmas! Where is the Egg nog and rum?

Not that lucky...

I am fairly easy going and when I get annoyed, I don't usually say anything, I am one of those people that when I have had enough, I blow up.

It is not pretty when I blow because when it happens, all the feelings and emotions surface, I bawl and my face turns red. I am not very tactful. In fact, I am a hurtful blower-upper. I try not to but it happens. I am what I am.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Our house plans have fallen through....not because we couldnt get the money but because our dealer is....(Must be tactful here)....a quitter. When the going gets rough....she splits...and so does the rest of her troupe.

Last Monday I had not heard from her in about two days so I emailed her to see what was happening. We are only waiting on labour costs and then off to the bank we go. I will get my house before snowfall....YAY!!! Not so much....

I get a phone call from our little dealer and she tells me on the phone that her contractor, is MIA and she is hurt and angry and will sell us the show home for half of what she was asking and her dealership!! HER WHAT??!! DID SHE SAY DEALERSHIP!!??? She is leaving us high and dry.

I immediately call her area manager who just so happens to be in MONTANA!!!! How the frig are we to work with someone in MON-"FN"-TANA!!! I hit the roof. I became unglued! I became a nightmare! She was going to hire an American crew to come and build the house...WHAT? An American crew...Is there not someone here??!! Im not friggin payin for an American crew!! Am I dreaming?!?

I then called Edmonton and hooked up with the same company there, "fired" so to speak, our dealer here in the Border Town and told the Area Manager that I would be dealing with Edmonton, to save her American crew and that we were hiring local...well reasonably local.

Legs and I are now back to square one. I have to take a trip to Edmonton to sit with our new dealer and go over everything......again.....

I havent heard from our former dealer and I havent heard from the Manager in Montana.

I am angry. I am very disappointed. I am very annoyed.

I am not impressed.

The nightmare continues....

Well...our dealer for the house we WERE planning to build had a melt down and the company has decided to take over her accounts. WE are not happy. I had a frightening phone call from her yesterday offering me the show home for half the cost and HER DEALERSHIP!!! Scared the hell outta me! Needless to say we are glad the company does not have one red cent of our money nor our signatures. I am very disappointed. I wanted to be in the house by fall, with my dog and my piano. Legs is NOT impressed! I have only ever witnessed his temper once...until yesterday...now it is twice. It scares me to say the least!

The area dealer from Montana has offered to bring an American team down to build the house but that doesnt include the sub-contractors which we had left up to the dealer to get us. He too, left us high and dry! Back to square one!

I'll be bookin' my own sub-contractors thank you....

Grrrrr.....

Meetings

Why is it that some people can commit to meetings and some people say they can and just don't show up. Don't they know that there are other people that depend on them. If you have too much on your plate then just say so. Why waste other peoples' time? Why not let them find someone who can do the job?

If you say you are coming then do so. If something comes up, spur of the moment, then call. I am guessing you have a cell phone that is connected to your hip for a reason. I am guessing that cell phone is hooked up to Sasktel, or Telus! WTF??!! It's not like the rest of us have nothing to do.

It's a rotten thing to do.

So you say you are coming and the rest of us wait....and wait...and wait...making the meeting start late, therefore end late, and you still don't show up! PLEASE be kind and considerate of others. Is it too much to ask?

The piano

Don't get me wrong....I'm quite happy NOW that Grama forced me to take piano lessons and bought a piano for me many years ago but this huge monstrocity, this huge 800-1000 pound pile of wood is really starting to be a pain in the rump for me. I am guessing Grama is stirring up a dust storm in her urn with all the commotion going on as well.

While my ex and I were dividing things up and as I was moving out, I had no place to store my beloved piano. Millertime suggested leaving it there at the house til his transfer came in. His transfer came and he made arrangements with the new Sarj to keep it in the MP garage until I could find a place to move it. HOWEVER....it never did get moved to the garage but was left in the Sarj's house. SO...a new Sarj has been transferred and I received a call 3 days ago...yes...3....letting me know that the new Sarj is moving into the house and I must get it out of there by today!

SO...let me just say that I am not going home on my 3 day trail ride!!!! But rather am hiring a moving company to move my piano!!!

Ahhh, thank heaven for the long weekend. Good thing Stifler's Mom suggested Edmonton!

I could use a good stiff drink.

Where can I go for a Good Martini??

The telly

Talked to my mother last night.

She is convinced that I am dying since I have been sick so much. Hmmmm....my being under the weather couldn't have ANYTHING to do with stress could it??!! And just whom would cause it??

I told her that I have already been to the doctor and to stop with the constant nagging. I am a big girl and I know when to see the doc! AND I am NOT dying.

Three days ago my cousin finally decided to call me. yay. This is how the conversation went....
take a guess who is who...

Hey

Hey how goes it?

okay, guess what... I got a minivan!

wow thats great. (Then you can come up to visit for a change.)

what are you doing april 22?

why?

Do you wanna meet me in Regina and go to puppetry of the penis?

Angela....did you call me?

yes.

why did you call me?

Cuz you can't call long distance.

Right. And what does that mean?

you can't afford it.

Right.
and what else does that mean?

you can't go to Regina.


Nuff said.......why do I bother....see takers, they are all takers....

However...I have secret that they don't know about ...teehee