… that bikini wax was the DUMBEST THING I’VE EVER DONE!!!

Although the “important bits” actually do feel pretty fine (although that just means they’re not screaming in agony - not that they ever really reached soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom status), the actual bikini area is right fucked. It feels and looks like the worst case of razor burn *ever*. If I dug up a rusty straight razor from some prospector’s cabin in the woods abandoned since the Gold Rush days, and used the foam from the mouth of a rabid dog as shaving cream, and used *that* as my method of hair removal, I probably would’ve had more success.

I’ve been applying copious amounts of Lidocane cream in an attempt to ease the suffering of my poor crotch, but it hasn’t seemed to kick in yet. Needless to say, I’m NOT impressed, and will NEVER do this again.

UPDATE: 12:14pm - The lidocane cream is starting to kick in - and I’m wearing much more crotch friendly pants today (although underwear in any shape or form is still a no no).

Actually, *I* take the morning train. And today, as I approached my home station, I realized that I rode the entire skytrain line today.

Going to work I took my usual route. I started at Brentwood Station, went to Commercial, transferred at Broadway and rode to Waterfront.

After work was when the fun began.

I had to deliver my dad’s Indy tickets to him, so I got on the train at Granville, and met him at King George station in Surrey. After a quick chat with dad, I got back on the skytrain, and rode to Columbia station, and transferred back to the Milennium line and went back to Brentwood station from the other way around.

The most amazing thing about this ride? In my entire trip, nobody with strange and/or unappealing body odour sat anywhere within my nasal perception

I was feeling pretty ok when I went to bed last night. I figured I’d be at “soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom” status by morning for sure.

No dice.

Still ouch. Still slightly swollen. Still hating the country of Brazil. Just see if you ever catch *me* drinking one of those stupid Brazilian beers ever again!! I’ll show them!!!

No, this is not a subject in any way related to the one Arwen wrote about a few days ago.

This is a post about a bikini wax. And not just any bikini wax, a brazilian bikini wax. That’s where instead of just waxing the hair off that would appear on the outside of a typical bathing suit bottom, they take all the hair off between your navel and the top of your ass crack, save for a landing strip or small triangle if you want one. I am now one hundred and ten percent convinced that the entire country of Brazil is a nation of Massochistic Sadists who like nothing more than to torture their citizens in the name of good swimwear.

That being said though, the most painful part of it was the part where a traditional bikini wax would be done anyway - so I’m glad I decided to go whole hog and just get it all done. So maybe those Brazilians are onto something afterall.

In any case, if you ever wanted to know where to go, see Parvin at New Mondo salon. She’s all business (as I prefer things to be with people who are not in my intimate circle while they’re accessing my special places) and really made me feel comfortable - which is not an easy thing to do while inflicting pain on someone as they’ve got their knees around their ears (unless they showed up expressly for that purpose). We discussed my piercing, the weather, and she gave me the sage advice that I should take it easy today, and not let my boyfriend anywhere near it until he takes me out for dinner and a night on the town
It’s still sore and ouchy at this point (2 hours after it was done) but again, worst in the areas where you’d get a regular bikini wax anyway. I might report again later if I’m not dead asleep.

And no, you can not see, and there will be no pictures.

UPDATE: 8:33pm - had an epsom salts bath - still sore and achey, but less picky and sticky. We’ll see how it is in the morning.

When I was unemployed I turned into a great cook. Now that I have a job again, my cooking skills seem to have gone straight out the window. I tried to make a simple pot of rice, and it didn’t happen.

Although I had a funny feeling that mixing white and brown rice together might not work out as well as it could have (but I didn’t have enough of either to make rice!!!).

Contrary to the title of this post, I actually like the rain. It keeps our fair city from becoming one of those humid wastelands where it’s too uncomfortable to stray from anywhere that has central air conditioning.

That being said, sometimes it’s just too much. I was not expecting rain today, so I did not pack an umbrella. I was also wearing summer-y clothing that was not appropriate for rain, including flip flops. That was remedied after a soggy block long dash down Water Street to find that one last little tourist shop was open, and they sold me a lovely umbrella!!! (well no, it’s a cheap piece of crap, but any port in a storm, haha.) And though it was inconvenient, it was still totally deal-with-able. Hey, it’s Vancouver, right?

BUT I DRAW THE LINE WHEN IT STARTS TO RAIN INSIDE THE OFFICE!!!!!

Along with the multitude of other issues that go along with this particular office space (thank god we’re moving in september) appears to be a faulty ceiling directly above our boardroom. The drip drip drip soon became a steady stream - some electronics were lost, others rescued, but all were unplugged and relocated - and buckets were furiously placed under the many and moving spouts as a whole 2 foot by 4 foot chunk of ceiling just wept and seeped with water.

All I can say is, I’m so glad I’m off tomorrow.

As I’ve forotten often happens when you enter a workplace, there’s usually at least a small round of office gossip. I’m fortunate enough to work in a place where the people are fantastic, andthe gossip is pretty much at a minimum. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist at all though.

I wouldn’t really call it gossip, but in talking with co-workers, I’ve learned things about them that it’s just not my place to share with other co-workers. This drives me crazy, because the stuff isn’t a big deal, it’s just not my place to pass it onto others.

So here I am with these tidbits of knowledge floating around in my head, and nobody to share them with. Not that I’m a bad secret keeper or anything, but until now I’ve really been able to just write about stuff that was going on with things here on my blog. But now I know for a fact that people at work read this, and it just wouldn’t be right to post anything, because no matter how cryptic I seem, I can’t really say more than “somebody said something about a situation” without revealing too much.

I’ve never been one of those cryptic people because those entries just aren’t really worth reading in my opinion, and now today all of a sudden I’ve got the urge to be one of those cryptic people, and I really just can’t.

Except I just realized that I’ve been quite cryptic even though this entry isn’t about the events at work at all, but more about me and my writing and my urge to share something with someone and it just won’t work out. Because you see, I’m not in a position where I should share this information with people at work, and anyone else involved in my real life just wouldn’t care because it’s so darned trivial.

Or perhaps I’m just making a mountain out of a molehill.
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What do you do when you’re having a conversation with someone you don’t know that well, and you discover that their clothing isn’t functioning. By that I mean it’s not covering all that it should - and even worse - they aren’t wearing anything under the clothing for that added layer of protection, so you can really see everything you’re not meant to.

Do you tell them? Do you ignore it? Help!

How Lame am I. Finding Nemo probably has more risqué content than I do.

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Work is still going well, but is a bit slow at the moment. I’ve been assured by those in the know that it will pick up next week, but for now the afternoon shift gets pretty boring after 7:00pm or so.

But not tonight!

Tonight we amused ourselves with intermittent periods of people watching out the office windows. Specifically, watching the people in one of the apartments across from us. Even more specifically, watching one guy sit on his window ledge and proceed to clip his finger and toenails. We really knew what was coming, but that didn’t stop us from letting out a collective “ew” when he carefully brushed his clippings from the ledge down onto unsuspecting passers-by below.

The moral of today’s story kids - Watch for Falling toenails, and never assume you’re safe unless you’re under an awning (and even then, be careful).

So I’ve been up since really early this morning (something I’m going to have to get used to on a semi-regular basis) and it’s not so bad. Except for this morning TV that I’m finding. A wedding story is on TLC (because I’m sick of hearing about the olympics on the news every day) and this couple is getting married in Vegas.

And it’s so very very Vegas.

They’re having an Egyptian themed ceremony, and there’s enough Gold Lamé to fully furnish an Elvis comeback tour and then some, and the groom is wearing a loincloth and eyeliner to make his look more authentic. And his lovely bride is being carried in on a chair by some well-oiled “slave boys” in her egyptian crown and plastic sparkly earrings with gold snake bands on her arms and fake fingernails long enough to rival the biggest tiger I’ve ever seen (although that may be more of an ethnic thing than an egyptian wedding thing). And the officiant is looking very king tut chic and there are belly dancers and flashing lights and fake plastic palm trees adding to the atmosphere that’s already just oozing with tackiness.

AND THE BRIDE AND GROOM ARE BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT BECAUSE IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND SERIOUS OCCASION!

Give me a freakin’ break.

There are a few things I miss about being unemployed.

-I miss 3:00pm naps
-I miss having obscene amounts of time to waste everyday on blogging, reading blogs, and IRC-ing
-I miss having time to clean my house and cook proper meals and do all of those other domestic things (although I think this is mostly a matter of figuring out the new time management thing)
-I miss the ergonomic keyboard I have at home

There are also things that are great substitutes for the things I miss

-Getting paid an hourly wage for doing something that I don’t really mind doing, and it’s good to feel productive (I can sleep when I’m dead).
-Interacting with real people during the course of my day, instead of living vicariously through blogs
-Being able to buy more laundry that will need washing, and more things for my domicile that will need cleaning, organizing, and/or putting away
-Frambosia’s and nachos are a fantastic soother for the pain of carpal tunnel after using a non-ergo keyboard at work all day

Yes, I definitely think I can get used to this job thing.

So my first day at work rocked my socks. It looks like it’s going to be a great opportunity to actually practice some of what I’ve spent the past five years learning - even though the official reason I’ve been hired doesn’t actually encompass any of that. I work with a great bunch of people, I have a very do-able commute, and I already feel very valued and competent etc. in my position.

There was also a big fire down the street, but since everyone already talked about it and linked to it, that’s all I have to say about that.

And I swear, it never rains but it pours. After going hard at the job hunt, and finally landing this position, someone called yesterday for a position I applied for a while ago wanting an interview, and I was called today and offered a job from an interview I had three weeks ago. I declined both offers as I had already committed to this one (which is the best fit for me anyway). You snooze you lose people! The peechinator is in high demand!

Speaking of demand, my body is demanding some sleep at the moment. I’ve had a long day. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had to do something (other than eat sleep and breathe) for 8 entire hours, and it takes a little warming up to.

I know this entry has been all disjointed and stuff, but my mind is all scrambled with stuff that I’ve done and stuff I’ve yet to do today, so it’s just not going to get much better. Perhaps I’ll try harder tomorrow, although after post-work bevvy’s, I can’t promise anything.

This is how waking up at 5:00am to go to the bid announcement on four hours sleep, then coming home and taking a 3 hour nap will make you feel.

In honour of my last day of official unemployment, I rousted myself out of bed at 5:00am to go downtown with my roommate and partake in the festivities at GM Place. What a disappointment.

In my estimation the venue was probably 20% full by 7:00am - the designated start time, and might’ve made it to 50% by the end of it all. I do know that they never even managed to give away all of the little prepackaged breakfast-in-a-box’s that were to be given to the first “n” people inside GM Place. I must say though, seeing the TV footage now, the camera people did a fantastic job of shooting as if there were many, many more people there.

This doesn’t mean that the people inside GM Place weren’t totally enthusiastic about the event (except my roommate who is a staunch opposer of the games, and was hoping to cheer amidst everyone else’s tears). But after the announcement, the celebrations just fizzled. Some people went off to work for the day, others stayed and watched Spirit of the West (no official dance area was available to anyone who didn’t have seats on the floor), and a few others drove around town, but eventually dissipated through downtown. Robson Street looked like a ghost town.

I certainly hope that people will be a bit more enthusiastic once the actual games arrive. After the flop that was the “Rally on Robson” where there were so many people in such a small and poorly planned place you could hardly move, and now this GM Place Bid Day fiasco, I’m starting to have my doubts.