So having a convo with Arvin yesterday, and he decided to try to tell me the differences between using the words "much" and "many".
You use "much" when you're talking about things that are not many of, and you use "many" when you're talking about things that there are not much of. Or something to that effect. So for example, "how much love?" because it's not "how much loves?" and not "how many longer?" but rather "how much longer?"
Anywho, I decided not to listen to him because he's a former ESL student and he learned the differences between the two words from Feli (and while she's a tutor and undoubtedly taught him the correct way to use the two words, he more than likely mixed it up).
I'm just saying, and you know I always have much (many?) to say (says?)
I was actually contemplating getting a blackberry (for about 17 seconds) but then thought the better of it, as I'm already ridiculously addicted to the internet. So I got myself the next best thing: a phone with a keyboard so I could text like crazy! (Despite the fact I don't exactly text anyone. So if you have my phone number, please don't call, just text. That way I could look cool and pretend I'm using a blackberry or something. Retarded, yes, whatever).
I also put myself in a new two year commitment, but at a much (not many) cheaper rate. It's okay, Fido has been good to me. I'm hoping when the next two years are up, they will be paying me to use their services (unlikely).
Now comes the sucky part: transferring the phone numbers from my old phone to the new one (SIM card didn't save the numbers properly, so I have to manually do it). Oh, and also trying to figure out how to use the damn thing
There are certain movies that whenever it's on TV, I have to watch it as much as I could no matter what part of the movie it's on and no matter what I was about to do (including sleeping). And that's saying a lot about these movies, because I usually hate watching movies on TV (damn commercials, edits, etc.).
The short list of these movies:
-Saving Private Ryan
-Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
-and what's on as we speak: Gladiator
Watching Gladiator, I always come away thinking: I love the name Maximus
I don't even know who I am anymore or what I want out of life.
I have to stop living my life like a hypocrite. I'm trying, but I always feel like I'm failing. Time to make better decisions and not take for granted the people that mean the most to me, and not be so selfish
Animal's part was the funniest. (Yes, I'm aware I'm almost 30)
When I was in high school, I remember some people called me Bunsen. Seriously?
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Cough is getting full blown now; looks like I gots the bacterial infection from my wife. The thing that sucks is I didn't even get it the fun way...I don't even remember the last time we kissed because we were trying hard not to get each other sick. She's been sick for a while, too, and now that I'm sick it starts all over again.
And thus, reason 329 a dog would be great: I miss kissing someone that would love me back (and even if Sharon loves me is debatable itself...lol)
(Wow...it may seem my arguments for getting a dog are getting stretched out now)
...buying Popeye's chicken, popcorn shrimp, bisquit, mashed potatoes with gravy and a Moutain Dew for lunch. The oil was ridicurous, the fat ludricrous, and the all around sloggy feeling afterwards is stupidiculous.
The song itself is supposed to be about getting over someone. So why does the video not make sense? She saves a dog? She rides a motorcycle? She flies and breaks concrete? She has a fashionable unitard? She can't touch a guy without making him look like The Thing from Fantastic Four? Her tears shatter glass (if only that dude from the K-Ci and JoJo video were there for her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghTSdcw9sW8&feature=channel)?
Much more importantly: why am I questioning a music video?
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Who the hell wakes up at 6:30 on a Sunday? Oh, right...suckas who have to work
Which means only one thing: I'm gonna OD on them and then have a taste aversion to it. Doesn't help I bought a big box of President's Choice Egg Rolls for pretty much just myself (as Sharon doesn't like them too much). Ohoh...
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Who works on the weekend, and not for overtime? Me, apparently. Sucka!
That's the question I've been asking myself lately as it's painfully obvious I seem to be in a redundant role at work right now. And it's not just me, it's also Kiri. I've mentioned it before multiple times, but it's quite embarrassing.
Can't believe I'm saying this, but direction...jeez, all I need is a little direction
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Don't you hate it when someone says something that at first doesn't bother you, but then it ends up bothering you for the rest of the day? I do
Prolly because it was? Woke up early, killed myself at the gym, started work at 2:00pm at the office, then went to two different clinics where I finally left at 10:30pm. Not to mention that an "incident" happened where I have to write up a report (crap). Oh, and I still feel like quite the idiot as my role is not really that defined. Or rather, it's defined, but it's just a tad bit silly.
...when I eat all sorts of junk food (yesterday was a ridicurous pig-out day) and the next day I wake up early and can't go back to bed because my body is not agreeing with it.
I never had this problem before. wtf? fml!
Gonna go running with a friend at work, Milton Lester. Should be interesting; I kind of made him join the Mississauga Marathon 10km race for next year, and ummm, well...he never really ran before. Not that I'm a coach or anything, but I'm feeling like I'm gonna have to try to motivate him or something
Got this big bruise on my arm, prolly from playing ball. Haven't been bruised since, well, it's been a long time. I don't exactly heal quickly, as it took a few days for the bruise to show and I've been sporting it for a few days now. Sucks.
Oh, and apparently I wear my heart on my sleeve. Does this mean I have a bruise on my heart then?
And now, I'm back to doing what I was supposed to be doing.
One problem: I still don't know where and when I'm supposed to start. Oh, and training would be nice as well
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Life sometimes throws you a curveball when all you've been getting are fastballs up until this point. Do you take the pitch? Do you swing and try to hit it? Do you just swing and miss on purpose? Or do you let it just hit you if it's coming your way?
So I've been seconded to be a "Supervisor" at the H1N1 Flu Clinics. At first I thought it was going to be back-up shifts, where I'm just covering for someone who may be sick. We had a meeting today. What did I find out?
Oh, just that I'll be working on a "cycle" where it's essentially every other weekend (and that's not overtime). And how long will this cycle be for? Oh, just until Christmas.
So essentially I'm not going to be in my regular office for the time being. And the funny thing, at least to me, is that the people I will be reporting to was under the impression that I already was a Supervisor. Ha! Screw-up!
You know what though? I think I'm excited about it. Change baby, change!
So I worked at the flu clinic today, and felt quite like a talking parrot (in the sense I was repeating myself over and over with the same message to the over-worried crowd). It was somewhat okay. At first I was annoyed (as with most things), but eventually it died down.
I got to talking with two police officers who were young (and I ascertained at the end of the shift that the woman was gay. How did I know? She was checking out the same girl that the male cop was checking out. It was actually quite entertaining), which kind of made the time pass by.
We played a game where we predicted the people who were going to the wrong line-up, which was altogether too easy. There was an "anti-aging show/clinic" at the hall next door. The people who went to that show had a certain look to them. That look? "Cougarish"
I don't know how I got suckered into accepting this position for the flu clinics (where there is the potential to work evenings and weekends). Luckily I don't have kids? Oh well, overtime money for the kitchen in the hizzay!
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Argay is coming over tonight to watch the Raps game. I wonder if he also forgot how to "hang out"...lol
Needless to say, it was quite a long day today at the clinic as I played the role of "communicator". What does that entail? As Tony succinctly put it (as he was also a communicator at the other clinic), "we were thrown to the wolves". We were the suckers who had to announce to everyone that the vaccine was late, the amount of time they would be waiting, getting the brunt of the complaints because the nurses/supervisors/managers wouldn't go out, etc.
Understandably, people are quite upset when they wait 6 hrs. plus to get a flu-shot. But it shouldn't be a case of kill the messenger, right? Why come they couldn't get mad at the message? Do they even realize that their "taxes they are paying" doesn't really amount to much when it comes to what is contributed towards Public Health?
Not that I cared too much. I just smiled, nodded, stayed polite and drifted off to a dreamworld in my head as I pretended I was paying attention to them.
I even forgoed a lunch, and was so tired at the end of the day that I even skipped my soccer game. Thank goodness I'm not there the rest of the week, unless I work that overtime Saturday shift