Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Office Space

I'll admit it, I googled can't work here any more just to see what would come up. Among other things, I found a reminder of why Office Space is one of my favourite movies of all time:

Peter Gibbons: The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care.

Bob Porter: Don't... don't care?

Peter Gibbons: It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now.

Bob Slydell: I beg your pardon?

Peter Gibbons: Eight bosses.

Bob Slydell: Eight?

Peter Gibbons: Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.

Things I Learned Today (or maybe this morning and yesterday afternoon)

• I am not a professional. I don’t even like being professional.

• University is killing my self esteem. My job is killing my self esteem. Soon I will have no self esteem and will just start wearing sweat pants to work (dress sweats, if you will).

• I agree with the following as proposed by a friend:

o Your high school diploma will now be called your bachelor/bachelorette (it’s going to be uber feminism, baby) degree, your BA will be a Masters and further education will be known as elite douche-baggery.

o Upon seeking further clarification, a bachelorette can also be achieved by appearing on trashy reality TV shows but it is then referred to as a bachelorette with distinction.

• Douglas Coupland is my new literary hero (move over Vonnegut and Palahniuk). A prof recently told me you are what you read. Apparently I’m a subversive, job-hating depressive. I suppose that’s as accurate as anything.

• Despite being in a tiny bit of constant pain as a result of my stupid car v. bus accident, I appear to be climbing out of at least three months of depression. Woo hoo!

Oh yeah, as an aside... Hunter's Seven! post is in the works. I just need to add pictures then will get it posted.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


Dear Hunter:
18 days ago you turned seven, wonderful, wonderful seven. It really seems like a fantastic age and overall I think we are going to have a good year. In the last few months it seems that you have really transitioned into a mature boy and I can see less and less of my baby boy all the time. It's okay because the mature boy you are becoming is great and you continue to teach me so much. Sometimes what you teach is factual because you continue to love facts and science. You make me wish I had been a paleontoligist because I'm falling in love with the things you love too. That weekend, we had a lego party to celebrate the big day. A few friends came over and you built bionicles, raced lego cars and had a building plus story telling contes. It was fun and reflective of your favourite things right now - building, bionicles and friends (I should have said buddies).

Hunter my sweet, not so little, man, I love you forever and always.

Love Mum

Things Heard in the Car

Hunter: That sign says stop line. S T O P stop. L I N E line.
Hunter: I can spell lots of words (proceeds to listing and spelling them).
Julia: I can spell pee... P. I can spell car wah wah wah