It's my birthday! Woot woot! I'm 26 - ack! Oh well. I heard it has been a good year for some people - new loves, new jobs, new houses, marriages, new babies...eeks! I hope I have it half as good!
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Mini Meyers-Briggs
Does this sound like me guys? I took the test I found on
5th Muse's site:
http://haleonline.com/psychtest/
Am I an ISFJ?? Whaddya think?
Ok. You are sympathetic, loyal, considerate, and conscientious. You will go to any amount of trouble, when it makes sense to you, to help those in need. You are responsible and enjoy being needed. You are down-to-earth and realistic and like others who are quiet and unassuming. You absorb and enjoy using a large number of facts.
You like situations where the rules are well defined and where traditions are to be upheld. You focus on providing practical help and services for others and for the organizations you serve. You have a strong work ethic.
You can be painstakingly accurate and systematic in handling tasks...you're conservative with traditional values...quiet and modest...tactful and supportive of friends and family...
You are often self-effacing in getting the job done, and are willing to make necessary sacrifices, especially for your family. You are at your best quietly providing assistance and making sure things are in order.
You have a few close friends, don't like disharmony, and try to keep cooperation at all costs...you'll stay close friends with that tight circle for a LONG time...worry a lot...
You need to have things organized in a way you think works.. you cannot work when things are out of order...when things are in disarray, you have to reorganize 'em immediately....you get involved with leisure ONLY after all the work is done...
You have a tendency to put off relaxing because there's too much work to be done...you enjoy time with your family...you fall in love hard when you fall. You place a high value on marriage and family...you seek out a partner and feel unfulfilled without one. you most likely are a good student because you diligently follow through in your work to please your teachers.....you learn best by DOING...
You tend not to be the center of attention...often appear serious...others like trying to get a laugh or a smile out of you...you get angry or bitter when scorned...but you keep it inside...
Possible blindspots: because you are SOOOO in the present, you have a hard time seeing possibilities or consequences of your actions...can become mired in the daily grind...don't forget to express your bottled-up feelings...you can be taken advantage of....could be pessimistic about the future because it's unknown and you rely on past experiences.....you want to plan too much.
ISFJ: "I Serve Family Joyfully"
5th Muse's site:
http://haleonline.com/psychtest/
Am I an ISFJ?? Whaddya think?
Ok. You are sympathetic, loyal, considerate, and conscientious. You will go to any amount of trouble, when it makes sense to you, to help those in need. You are responsible and enjoy being needed. You are down-to-earth and realistic and like others who are quiet and unassuming. You absorb and enjoy using a large number of facts.
You like situations where the rules are well defined and where traditions are to be upheld. You focus on providing practical help and services for others and for the organizations you serve. You have a strong work ethic.
You can be painstakingly accurate and systematic in handling tasks...you're conservative with traditional values...quiet and modest...tactful and supportive of friends and family...
You are often self-effacing in getting the job done, and are willing to make necessary sacrifices, especially for your family. You are at your best quietly providing assistance and making sure things are in order.
You have a few close friends, don't like disharmony, and try to keep cooperation at all costs...you'll stay close friends with that tight circle for a LONG time...worry a lot...
You need to have things organized in a way you think works.. you cannot work when things are out of order...when things are in disarray, you have to reorganize 'em immediately....you get involved with leisure ONLY after all the work is done...
You have a tendency to put off relaxing because there's too much work to be done...you enjoy time with your family...you fall in love hard when you fall. You place a high value on marriage and family...you seek out a partner and feel unfulfilled without one. you most likely are a good student because you diligently follow through in your work to please your teachers.....you learn best by DOING...
You tend not to be the center of attention...often appear serious...others like trying to get a laugh or a smile out of you...you get angry or bitter when scorned...but you keep it inside...
Possible blindspots: because you are SOOOO in the present, you have a hard time seeing possibilities or consequences of your actions...can become mired in the daily grind...don't forget to express your bottled-up feelings...you can be taken advantage of....could be pessimistic about the future because it's unknown and you rely on past experiences.....you want to plan too much.
ISFJ: "I Serve Family Joyfully"
Sunday, December 26, 2004
I've gotta be somewhere...
HOWARD: I've gotta be somewhere.
PUBLICIST: You already are somewhere.
HOWARD: I gotta be somewhere else.
Went to see The Aviator tonight, starring about a million big-name actors, primarily Leo DiCaprio, but also the wonderful character actor John C. Reilly, and a great performance by Cate Blanchett as Katherine Hepburn (who seems like she was an absolutely fascinating lady.) However our movie-going adventure almost became a "boxing day" in the literal sense of the word!
FADE IN
The scene opens in a movie theatre about a third full. There is stadium eating, so the view of the movie is onobstructed. A biography of movie and aviation mogul Howard Hughes plays in the foreground, approximately two-thirds full.
BOORISH MOVIE PATRON (in a loud, obnoxious voice): WELL YOU GO AHEAD TO THE BATHROOM DEAR AND I'LL JUST WAIT HERE FER YA.
The camera pans from behind to the see the hero's view of the man and his daughter. The man is fuzzy, unshaven, and dark. The little girl's head is barely visible, obscured by the large seat she is in.
INTERIOR MONOLOGUE OF OUR HERO: Quiet down buddy! Is the big oaf not capable of speaking to his daughter in a voice any quieter than a roar? Jeez! This is the third time his daughter has had to get up during the movie and each time he practically yells at her. The little girl is far too young to be at a movie with sex and violence and historical and cultural subject matter too advanced for a child.
Camera pans to a close-up of the little girl (still from behind).
MONOLOGUE CONTINUES: She's what, seven or so? Much too young to go to the washroom in a public place unaccompanied. Doesn't he know what kind of creepy people lurk about waiting for this kind of lax parenting? Jerk. Why does he have to speak to her so loudly? Is he deaf or something?
I see Amy lean forward as if to say something and I almost ask her not to, but then she seems to think better of it. I'm wrong.
AMY (leaning over): Could you please stop talking?
The boor turns around, his dark eyes glistening and his posture indignant:
WHO DE FUCK DO YE THINK YOU ARE TA TELL ME TA SHUT UP?
My first reaction, shock, my second, abort conflict, abort conflict! I leaned in, palms up in a gesture of passivity, trying my best to smooth things over.
ME: It's okay, no one told anyone to shut up. Calm down, just calm down.
BOOR (continuing): I'M JUST TALKIN' TO MY DAUGHTER, TAKIN' CARE OF'HER....ROAR ROAR ROAR....
ME: It's okay, just calm down.
He finally simmers down and we all turn back to the movie. I was sure the entire theatre witnessed this exchange and could now hear my heart pounding wildly, as though it were ready to jump out of my chest and hide under my chair. I wish I could hide under my chair. WTF just happened?
Fast forward the action. Someone must have told an usher because he comes in, speaks to the people at the end of our row, and comes over to talk to Mr. Scary Movie Guy. He gets up, has words with the usher, then sits back down. The usher leaves, shaking his head. A few minutes later two managers come in, one sentinel at the door, another one marching authoritatively toward Mr. Scary Movie Guy.
MOVIE PATRON NEAR FRONT (in annoyed voice): Not now. Not now!
The manager approaches Scary Movie Guy who stands up an gestures toward the manager.
Interior Monologue: Is he going to hit him? Ohmygod!
But no, there are words exchanged, bits and pieces of their conversation float toward us and then they leave the theater, leaving the little girl by herself. Mr. Scary Movie Guy returns shortly, and finishes watching the movie, noticably quieter.
The movie ends uneventfully, our concentration interrupted, my heart still pounding.
FADE OUT
At the end of the movie, the three of us fumbled with our purses and coats, not wanting to race out of the movie theatre, but also praying that the scary guy wasn't going to say anything more to us. Luckily for us, he didn't.
Amy spoke to the manager and apologized that the usher had to take the man's crap because she asked him to be quiet. The management told us not worry, that we had done a good job by speaking up when others hadn't, etc. We left feeling pretty shaken.
Lana and I went out for coffee just to complain about the Scary Movie Guy, which went on to become a rant about the trouble with finding a job in Ottawa, and how biased the system is against non-francophones. But that's another rant for another time.
PUBLICIST: You already are somewhere.
HOWARD: I gotta be somewhere else.
Went to see The Aviator tonight, starring about a million big-name actors, primarily Leo DiCaprio, but also the wonderful character actor John C. Reilly, and a great performance by Cate Blanchett as Katherine Hepburn (who seems like she was an absolutely fascinating lady.) However our movie-going adventure almost became a "boxing day" in the literal sense of the word!
FADE IN
The scene opens in a movie theatre about a third full. There is stadium eating, so the view of the movie is onobstructed. A biography of movie and aviation mogul Howard Hughes plays in the foreground, approximately two-thirds full.
BOORISH MOVIE PATRON (in a loud, obnoxious voice): WELL YOU GO AHEAD TO THE BATHROOM DEAR AND I'LL JUST WAIT HERE FER YA.
The camera pans from behind to the see the hero's view of the man and his daughter. The man is fuzzy, unshaven, and dark. The little girl's head is barely visible, obscured by the large seat she is in.
INTERIOR MONOLOGUE OF OUR HERO: Quiet down buddy! Is the big oaf not capable of speaking to his daughter in a voice any quieter than a roar? Jeez! This is the third time his daughter has had to get up during the movie and each time he practically yells at her. The little girl is far too young to be at a movie with sex and violence and historical and cultural subject matter too advanced for a child.
Camera pans to a close-up of the little girl (still from behind).
MONOLOGUE CONTINUES: She's what, seven or so? Much too young to go to the washroom in a public place unaccompanied. Doesn't he know what kind of creepy people lurk about waiting for this kind of lax parenting? Jerk. Why does he have to speak to her so loudly? Is he deaf or something?
I see Amy lean forward as if to say something and I almost ask her not to, but then she seems to think better of it. I'm wrong.
AMY (leaning over): Could you please stop talking?
The boor turns around, his dark eyes glistening and his posture indignant:
WHO DE FUCK DO YE THINK YOU ARE TA TELL ME TA SHUT UP?
My first reaction, shock, my second, abort conflict, abort conflict! I leaned in, palms up in a gesture of passivity, trying my best to smooth things over.
ME: It's okay, no one told anyone to shut up. Calm down, just calm down.
BOOR (continuing): I'M JUST TALKIN' TO MY DAUGHTER, TAKIN' CARE OF'HER....ROAR ROAR ROAR....
ME: It's okay, just calm down.
He finally simmers down and we all turn back to the movie. I was sure the entire theatre witnessed this exchange and could now hear my heart pounding wildly, as though it were ready to jump out of my chest and hide under my chair. I wish I could hide under my chair. WTF just happened?
Fast forward the action. Someone must have told an usher because he comes in, speaks to the people at the end of our row, and comes over to talk to Mr. Scary Movie Guy. He gets up, has words with the usher, then sits back down. The usher leaves, shaking his head. A few minutes later two managers come in, one sentinel at the door, another one marching authoritatively toward Mr. Scary Movie Guy.
MOVIE PATRON NEAR FRONT (in annoyed voice): Not now. Not now!
The manager approaches Scary Movie Guy who stands up an gestures toward the manager.
Interior Monologue: Is he going to hit him? Ohmygod!
But no, there are words exchanged, bits and pieces of their conversation float toward us and then they leave the theater, leaving the little girl by herself. Mr. Scary Movie Guy returns shortly, and finishes watching the movie, noticably quieter.
The movie ends uneventfully, our concentration interrupted, my heart still pounding.
FADE OUT
At the end of the movie, the three of us fumbled with our purses and coats, not wanting to race out of the movie theatre, but also praying that the scary guy wasn't going to say anything more to us. Luckily for us, he didn't.
Amy spoke to the manager and apologized that the usher had to take the man's crap because she asked him to be quiet. The management told us not worry, that we had done a good job by speaking up when others hadn't, etc. We left feeling pretty shaken.
Lana and I went out for coffee just to complain about the Scary Movie Guy, which went on to become a rant about the trouble with finding a job in Ottawa, and how biased the system is against non-francophones. But that's another rant for another time.
Friday, December 17, 2004
"Novelists, we knew, had it made. They got fawned over in bookstores, and were forever being pestered for insights on their genius in newspapers and magazines. They had license to dress horribly, wear decades-out-of-date hairstyles, and have their shortcomings interpreted as charming quirks and idiosyncrasies rather than social dysfunctions." Chris Baty (Author of No Plot? No Problem!)
I don't know what the hell I was thinking with my previous blogs (obviously I was not thinking very clearly). Why else would I post something that is of such little interest to anyone else in the world??
Went out last night with a couple of friends to see an absolutely fantastic band - Stars - at Zaphod's. It was a really good show. Thank goodness as I had been looking forward to it for a while. Sold out too, so it looks like I was not the only one. Lots of good-looking men there. But it was mostly a night for watching the band who, luckily, were very entertaining.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking with my previous blogs (obviously I was not thinking very clearly). Why else would I post something that is of such little interest to anyone else in the world??
Went out last night with a couple of friends to see an absolutely fantastic band - Stars - at Zaphod's. It was a really good show. Thank goodness as I had been looking forward to it for a while. Sold out too, so it looks like I was not the only one. Lots of good-looking men there. But it was mostly a night for watching the band who, luckily, were very entertaining.
Friday, December 10, 2004
I've said it before
and I'll say it again. It's scary growing up. It's scary how quickly my friends and I are "growing up." I've attended a few weddings of friends over the last few years, and have been invited to a few more that I wasn't able to attend. A lot of my friends have been in long-term relationships for a number of years now, and are either living with their significant others, or contemplating marriage in the very near future. Two of my friends own their own houses (Yay Biffy!) . Now, the shock of all shocks, but in the very good shock way, I have found out the wonderful news that a my very good friend and her husband (also a very good friend) are expecting their first child next summer!!! It's scary and it's real and thank god it's not happening to me, but wow, do I ever feel left out in a weird and twisted sort of way.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Trying to maintain perspective
I'm really friggin' depressed that I have my Masters in Arts but I'm still working in retail. I really thought I'd have a better job by now. I keep trying to make others in my position feel better about their similar circumstances, but it's hard to tell them to keep their chins up when all I want to do is cry. I feel like such a pathetic loser. I know it's only short-term, I know it does not reflect on my self-worth, but it's hard not to feel stupid telling people that I just graduated with my MA in Literature and now I'm working in retail and I don't really have any future plans, but that I am looking for a better job, I'm just not sure doing what. WTF??? I thought I'd have a job by now. Instead, I'm still working for not much money doing a job that is only fine when it's part-time, and I am stressed out and tired all the time...and then coming home is not much of a treat for me because I have too much to do here, or I have to look for work, or my roommate is here and I feel uncomfortable in my own home. I can't wait to go home and pretend I'm on vacation, although I know the questions of "So what are you doing in Ottawa?" are going to start very soon. Right now I sort of hate my life.
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