adventures in babysitting
ah, so the whirlwind of life as we know it in sunshiney vancity...and my foray into the caring of small, precious creatures has almost come to an end.
i sat for the boys, and they were so bad! they prompted me to mentally note that my kids better not be this bad, and i almost called my superhero to tell him that as well. but, they are not used to seeing new people, they have allergies and have been collicky most of their lives, and they were just overtired and cranky because i was so fun that they didn't want to go to sleep, and they were testing the limits...when they were actually quiet and falling asleep, they were sweet, and when the lil' one rested himself on my chest, i was done. stick a fork in me. their parents went a little nuts and didn't come home until 6am (they left at 7pm) i guess they wanted to get the most of their time away, but i'm gonna think twice before i sit for them again.
work is going well, the market is a haven for crazies, as is our collected cast of assorted nuts. this has been said of my friends (they're all nuts), mosaik was like.."ya, i'm not sure if it's a pre-requisite, or an effect"..and this has been true of my co-workers too, but i think in this case, the owners are a bit kooky, and thusly, i am a perfect fit. she claims that i can "sell ice cream to eskimos"...and yes, this is true. i've also become quite vigilant against people having their mongrels in the market. there are signs everywhere that state that "NO DOGS are ALLOWED", and merely holding your dog still means that they're inside. just because they don't touch the floor, they are still in the market, where there is food around, in the open, and your potential disease spreader is not appreciated. just like the assault on music that continues in the form of buskers...but every now and again, you hear something interesting. note: interesting does not necessarily mean "good". just like white on white sheer linen outfits with nothing on underneath or really tanned and shirtless potbellied men who demand service..wasn't there a sign made inspired by cats like that? oh, and the pork obsession continues..."what soup is that?" "the fresh red snapper...." "is there meat in that?" "no, it's a fish soup" "so, no pork?" i wanna get shirts made up that read "we only serva the swine"....what's the deal people? oh, and my coworker has a story worth telling about the fish soup. this lady was asking her repeatedly about whether or not the fish soup was "vegan"...um, no, it's FISH soup. the conversation went round and round a few times, and came back to this final trump from the lady "no, when i say vegan, i mean non-dairy". wow.
the work circle is getting smaller, as customers from the street store keep poking up at the market, the boy toy of the old boss used to work at my store, and the one that stole the store of the current manager that i'm working for (that i jumped ship for) showed up at the new place all confused...melrose place enough?
i ran into the old howdy doody from the corporate scam artists group the other day, and he remarked on how much more confident i am now..well duh, i grew up. also, i told him how i thought that that was one of the best work experiences i've ever had, because it toughened me up...that's why i can sell ice cream to eskimos today, because i was able to sell $35 pieces of cardboard back in the day and withstand emotional abuse if i couldn't move 3 units....memories of exploitation past...fast forward to exploitation of the past year, of a different kind, but all a working learning breathing experience that i have tucked under my bronze sequined belt.
the kitties that i'm sitting for on davie street (at the sandman) are like the kiddies...bro and sis, they're testing their limits, but ultimately, they're sweet. i enjoy picking up after them, shooting them up with their drugs for vitality and going to the 8th floor to get them ice for their water. pablo smacked me with his paw last nite because i told him to get off the counter, but that's just like his daddy slapping me at work. they were the only witnesses to me shooting grape soda everywhere because it was too shaken up from the grocery store.
it was neat living in the west end for pride week, and just in general cuz davie is an everyday pride week..but just like nyc and vic, and all the other years, i've been on the outskirts of pride, missing most of the festivities, but that's ok..i went out in the balmy night and had my breyer's strawberry fruit bar and it reminded me of nyc...(sigh) maybe when i move to toronto, i'll be in my first pride..and caribana...i slept with a billion pillows like a princess and air-dryed this morning off the 9th floor balcony...i forgot how nice it is to have a balcony. also, i tried on wigs at the wig store today, and the korean wigger was like "u have the good hair, try this clip" and it was soo awesome! i tried this other one, and i didn't like it..it had red highlights, and it confirmed my desire to never colour, but $45 on fake hair is something that i don't need to spend right now...i walked this morning and i am really impressed that the granville street porn proprieters are open so much earlier than the other shops downtown..the early bird gets the worm, i suppose, and i could get lost in the pawnshops...ah, it seems that we have come to the end of another novella...all4now.
