I had my last day of work on thursday! Now I’ve got to search for a new one once I get to Vancouver. I’m pretty excited about job hunting as I haven’t done it in a while. My last day was good, pretty slow. My boss Sara bought me a cake and some presents which was super nice of her, they were really thoughtful! She gave me a photography pro magazine, flowers, and a “Baby Photographer” Barbie. It’s really hilarious, the babies are wearing silly outfits like angel wings and butterfly antennas. They have little clouds to sit on, and there’s some backgrounds you can change, and I think that Barbie is even wearing a photo gift tank top because it’s got a picture of a baby dressed like an Angel on it. It’s like Mattel made a toy so that when little girls grow up, they want to work at Photo Gift World and/or wear photo gift t-shirts.
Funny non? It’s a great gift to remember my old job by.
OK BUT I went out on Friday night with Becky. We had a good time early on, Becky got hypnotized and was made to various funny things like river-dance and participate in a lollypop licking contest. Then we went to Karaoke at H2O, a bar right by my house that I’ve never been to before. We drank some Rockstar and vodka plus bought a mickey of jagger before we went. Then had a pitcher of beer there. Needless to say Becky put on a fine performance of Stray Cat Strut her first turn singing. But then the unthinkable happened. Sometime when I turned my back or went to the bathroom, someone stole my Camera. Not my big one fortunately, but I still can’t imagine life without my portable pocket sized Canon, but I have ZERO funds to replace it with. It might be one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. I have no Idea what I’m going to do. Save up I guess. Obviously I was upset, I talked with Brendon on the phone for a while in tears, and he said he would come meet up with me because he was on his way home from a different party. We met up, drank all the jagger, played in the park, and went to get pizza. I got a little out of control on the walk home, and thought it would be a good idea to climb a dumpster. I would like to take this moment to state that although this was a stupid idea, I usually am very co-ordinated, even when I am drunk. I can longboard at breakneck speed, climb cliffs, and jump over streams very, very well when I’ve been drinking. No Fear. This is when I experienced my finest moment. I fucking fell right off the dumpster, landed on the side of my ankle, thus spraining the shit out of it. I was in shock for sure. I told everyone I didn’t need help and I (honest to god) hopped all the way back to my apartment and went to bed. When I woke up my foot looked like it belonged to an elephant. Brendon called his mom to drive me to the doctor, but I couldn’t find my health care card, so we ended up just going to his parents house and icing it. I could not put any weight on it, so I had to use crutches. Today I graduated to a cane so I look like a grandma. I feel pretty useless, I’ve been trying to help pack but Brendon just yells at me for walking around. I can’t deal with it, I hate needing other people to look after me. I am an independent woman!
This time next week, I’ll be living in Vancouver. Got lots to do, and now that I’ve been slowed down it will take twice the time. I’m going to be very busy over the next 4 days!
