Not so nice...

I am always the first one in the office. I unlock the door, turn off the alarm turn on the coffee pot sort the faxes check the messages. Most of this, not my job. However, I don't mind doing it as I am almost ALWAYS 15 mins early. Its a gift :-)

One morning I came in and did my daily routine of unlocking, checking and sorting. Checking includes checking emails that came in over the weekend and of course, my facebook. Here I am at my desk checking out my emails and two co-workers come in chatting, well more like whispering. Typically they say "HI!" and continue with their conversations, which I am fine with. However this morning I was ignored. My two co-workers continued with their conversation like I was not even there, however it turned into a whisper. Into a hush hush talk which lasted about 40 minutes.

There they sat talking, whispering ect with my just in the next office, not saying a word. I felt rather pissed that they did not say morning, hello, or made a noise my way. Why I didn't say something to them, I am not sure. After the 40 minute convo they ask why I am so quiet. Well I said I didn't want to interrupt their obvious private and important conversation. To that the one replied, sorry my head is elsewhere right now and I didn't know you were here. ARE YOU KIDDING? Who would turn on the lights, the coffee pot, check the messages, sort the faxes? Sheesh! I could have been choking or dead on the floor and they would not have known for 40 mins.

I don't know why this made me so angry, but it did. I now find out that my co-worker does have some pretty serious stuff going on, however does that negate the use of manners? Perhaps I should just let it go, but for some reason I can't. I feel that although there is crap going on in EVERYONES lives its still important to be kind and polite, although it may be difficult. Whisper if you must but at least check to make sure I am still breathing.

Nice people....

So here I was, driving as fast as I could without getting a ticket to present my final paper for my Masters. I was running a little behind, and traffic was slow. I finally get to the school and look for parking. I am parked ALL THE WAY in the back, no big deal right? I am wearing 3 inch heals and running to the parking meeter. The meeter looks rather funny, like something is wrong. I should have kept walking to the other one, however being the curious person I needed to see that it was out of order. The next meeter was ALL THE WAY down the lot. Looking at the time i decided it was time to toss the heal and run barefoot to the next meeter. Yes, barefoot in a parking lot in the middle of the city. Judge me if you must but I was panicking.
Arriving at the finally working meeter I insert my visa and was told that the meeter could not read my ( new chip) card. F***! Looking at my watch, I am now 5 minutes late for what might be the most important presentation yet. My cell phone is ringing with my professor wanting to know A) where I am and B) what room she needs to go to. Trying to run and explain the situation and find enough change to park is making me sweat, a lot. Like dripping foundation and frizzy hair. From out in the distance I hear "Excuse me!!"... There was the voice of an angel, my angel.. a young woman who was leaving and offered me her parking pass. I took it said a quick thanks and RAN TO MY CAR.

I didn't get to thank her enough. I didn't get to tell her how her act of kindness saved me. I didn't get to say properly how much in this day and age I appreciated what she did, even if it was a small act. So...

To the wonderful, kind lady who gave me her parking pass on Friday April 16 at 10:30 am at Centennial College, Progress Campus, Thank you. Thank you Thank you. I am sorry I ran off with it so quickly, I am sorry that I didn't stop to thank you more. I will forever be grateful for what you did. And after I left, I put the pass in the slot of a machine hoping that someone will find it and use it. Pay it forward baby.

So there are still nice people out there. I encountered one of them, and I hope that I will get to BE ONE OF THEM.

By the way, I did my presentation and pass... with an A+. I now have an MA.

Unsupportive me

Seriously, my life revolves being supportive to people ALL THE TIME. I knew that this job would be a lot of YOU and less ME. I am ok with that. Most times I enjoy being the supportive, caring, positive view person. However the last few weeks I have been having a difficult time being supportive of my friends and family. I scream in my head, SUCK IT UP. Or even better, QUIT YOUR BITCHING AND BE POSITIVE. I know, I'm a terrible person and I am not perfect. I have had an easy-ish life and don't know true hardships. I can agree to that. But this problem goes beyond my just screaming in my head. I am now just not paying attention when people come to talk to me. Especially if it is an ongoing issue that I may have been supportive of many, many times. I just can't seem to lift my eyes away from the computer or book long enough to say "poor you". I am turning into my mother-in-law.

Perhaps I need a support break. A time where there are no worries and no concerns and I can become re-supportive. Maybe now that I am done school and feel bored at my job my supportive time has run out and its time to relocate. Or maybe I am just turning into a stone cold bitch.