Sore Loser Talk (Or Rationalizing...It's All Relative)

So I didn't get it.

And the only reason I found out was because the person who did get it told me. In other words, I haven't been officially declined yet.

Yes, I am upset and somewhat saddened by the fact I didn't get it. I would like to think I did all the necessary steps to achieve it, but I guess it wasn't meant to be (this time...or next...still stings a bit too much right now to really decide if I would ever go for it again). Doesn't help that a lot of people at work, even the person who did get it, was convinced I would get it, saying things like it was mine to lose. I felt like I was the only person who didn't think I would, despite the fact that deep down inside I thought I would get it. Sucks and still hits you hard when it actually comes true.

For the record, I am very happy for Kathie; she is one of the people at work I genuinely call a friend. There is absolutely no way I should be bitter about the fact that she got the position; she is qualified and I said time and again that if I weren't to get it she would be the only one I would want to get it. While I may have had some advantages for the position over her, she did too over me; so really, it's came down to the manager's decision. I guess this softens the blow a lot more than if anyone else were to get it.

I think, really, one of the things that have me disappointed is that for the past few weeks I have started to think of myself in that role. Now I have to revert back to the position I currently have (which I do like on occasion), but the double whammy in this is that Kathie was the best partner I had and now will lose. And plus, I wanted to buy suits!

But for some reason, I would like to think of this as a blessing in disguise. I have always said that I value time just as much as money; I think in this case, I put the latter above the former. With a dog hopefully on the way and maybe kids in the distant future, I am going to need it. And plus, the people I would have had to supervise would have been a challenge. I might not be ready for that right now.

So now what? I guess pick myself up from the sadness and put on a happy face. My life is very blessed and I still consider myself one of the luckiest guys on earth. Things happen in life for a reason; I don't know what this reason is just yet, but I'm sure it will display itself sooner or later

'Tis The Season For Consumerism

Lately I've been thinking about how I've been very much the "consumer", even in these times of economic insecurity (recession!). At the same time, I've heard that the best way to get out of the doldrums of a recession is to contribute to the economy (aka. "spending").

What's my point to all of this? I bought a bunch of stuff recently that I wonder if I really need (clothes, glasses just because it's for free through my insurance, garage door, garage door opener, soon-to-be front door). Or maybe it's because I've been scrooge-like ("frugal", "money-wise", "cheap") recently and have been wanting to save more money than I regularly do. The thing is, we do save money quite responsibility, so it's okay if I splurge here and there. Yay again for rationalization!

Spared!

Thank God, Sharon was spared from the axe this week. I think we would have been fine either way, but at least now...we can get a new front door. Consumerism rocks!*

By the way, regarding the previous post, I noticed I named the store as "R & W". Apparently I think not only can I buy clothing there, but also a Mama Burger. I'm such a FOB... "RW & Co." is what I meant to say.

*not really

Find A Deal? Buy in Bulk!

So Arvin always makes fun of me that when I find a good deal, I tend to buy in bulk (ie. in different colours where possible, or just "extras" just because I wouldn't be able to buy it again at that price). I don't blame him; I do that.

Lately I've been good, controlling myself from the conspicuous consumerisms.

But today? Damn you R & W for having a sale! I was at the mall on break with Kiri and was just going to buy a bun for lunch. A bun. Next thing I know, we went into the store on the insistence of Kiri and all of a sudden, I was able to qualify no problem for the free scarf promotion (basically if you spend $95 pre-tax, you get a free scarf).

I do have an excuse though: it's near impossible for me to find something that fits me. I have one of those retarded out-of-the-95-percentile body types, thus I don't fit into the clothing that most stores offer. The clothes at R & W fall into the 5 percentile!

I'm great at rationalizing

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

It's that time to consider if I should go back to my soccer team for the next session. Soccer is fun, it's a workout and all, but I was thinking of doing something else (like basketball).

And if I do go back, I might have to kiss salsa goodbye for now; all these activities can get pricey. Afterall, it's pretty tense times in the Lobo-Marquez residence due to this economic downturn. In fact, we should know by tomorrow or Wednesday what the deal is. I feel bad for my baby, but I am confident things will be okay.

On a brighter note, our new garage doors will finally be installed tomorrow (I hope). Who knows with this company we're going with (Dodd's Garage Doors)...we thought they were a reputable company, but as of now they seem shady. Eh, we'll see

Argh...Another Bad Eating Weekend

I've been fairly good the past few months, but this past weekend was just horrible.

Time to step it up and work-it-out.

I'm gonna die in soccer tomorrow

It's All About Timing

So Carlo and Kalina came over for dinner today, and I attempted to cook a prime rib roast with veggies, garlic mashed, fried onions, sauteed mushrooms and buffalo shrimp. You know what I found out was hard? Trying to make all of them at the same time, or at least serving them at the same time warm.

Sucks...and to top it off, I left the roast in the oven too long and it turned out medium-well (as opposed to the ever great medium-rare). Next time, I suppose

Rub Me Down

Can't wait till tomorrow when I go for my massage appointment.

I think I would be depressed if I didn't have a job that gave me all these benefits

The One That Got Away

Funny game that soccer...it screws with your emotions.

At first, I didn't want to go to this game because for one, it started at 10:40pm. But then I found out that we were going to be (majorly) short players due to injuries, so I decided to suck it up and play. When I got there, we had a bench of one. Needless to say, I was dreading the fact that we would have to run like crazy today against a team higher than us in the standings.

And then something interesting happened...I actually scored a goal. I was obviously happy because I didn't think I was going to score this season, and at that point, we were down 3-1, so I thought we would still be in it.

A few plays later, Trent passed a ball absolutely perfect to me and all I had to do was head it in; instead, it glanced off the post. I let out one of those primal screams because I don't think I would ever get an opportunity like that again.

We kept hustling and something I would've never thought happened: I actually scored again. We eventually lost 7-3 and you would think I would be happy with all the factors going against us and the fact that I scored two goals and that I didn't originally want to play.

But no...all I can think about now is the fact that I missed a header. Honestly, I think I would trade my two goals for that one goal.

Like I said...funny game

Uh-Oh, Here We Go Again

Nervous time tomorrow. But like I (try) to maintain: if it doesn't work out, I'm not going to be all that sad. Besides, I am looking at it strictly from the $ point of view.

If anything, I'm more worried about Sharon's situation. But whatever happens, I am hopeful and confident we will overcome

Happy Birthday Mon Papa

Can't believe my Dad is 61 years old today. Never thought of my parents as being over 60 (or considered senior citizens). Makes me kind of sad thinking about how life goes so fast

Dammit Tricked Me Again!

Damn Raps...lulled me into thinking it was going to be a good season. And already, the frustrations begin.

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Near the snapping point at work. Not really liking the people I work with right now

Lest I Forget

Thank you

Another One Joins The Club!

So the wedding went yesterday and last night and it was quite the affair.

My speech went like much of my jokes: met with silence or the sounds of crickets...haha. Oh well, I don't care, as long as I was amused.

I am happy another couple made the plunge. As I always (semi?)-joke: misery loves company!

Let The Festivities Begin!

So today was the wedding rehearsal for Ken and Janice. It's so great to be not the one getting married and having fun as just a guest. Well, okay, I'm the Best Man and it involves a little more work, but not as much as a Groom.

Now then, I have less than two days...to write my speech. Hmmm...

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Apparently I still have that reputation. Blah, whateves...it's not my business and I shouldn't be disappointed and instead happy, which I am, but still...

(Oh, I understand, it's some people that don't understand me)

4 Guys, 3 At A Time...

...equals one friggin' exhausted team that lost, yet again. We were down 3 guys today, and I was running ragged.

Yeah, this soccer season is not turning out to be as fun as the previous ones.

On the bright side, Andrew "Hollywood" de Angelis stopped by and it's always fun catching up with him. I secretly hope he writes a killer TV script and I somehow get to star (or, okay, at least guest star) in it. Yes, I'm a geek

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November 17. Time to start freaking out for two weeks!

Call Me Jay The Plumber

But not a good one. So I went into my first foray into actual plumbing today as I was doing my bathroom. Aside from almost burning down the house, I became one of those DIYer's that I never wanted to be: mistake after mistake and running to Rona twice (and all for $1 worth of copper).

And the worst it after finally finishing (good thing Sharon wasn't home and no water was needed): I realized I put a pipe in the wrong place, I cut my finger and hands up, and I had anxiety the whole time (again, fear of burning down the house).

Okay, so I feel like crap, but really it was my first time doing it, and doubly good that my Dad wasn't here (double the pressure). Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh on myself. Who knows, one day (in the far, far future) I'll remember it as a "fun time"