Well, that is precisely what I got. And, I didn't even stay till the end. It was that disappointing.
Some unknown, Kathleen Edwards, opened for Mayer. I don't know who the fuck she is. And I really don't care. She was, frankly, quite unmemorable. She sings very well, but her music and lyrics leave something to be desired. They just don't speak to me. But to her credit, she tried to have more of a rapor with the audience than John did.
My friend and I left early durring Kathleen's performance, to wander around and chat some more. When she left the stage, we returned to our seats.
At about 8:45pm, John hit the stage. He didn't talk to the audience right away. Some artists go into their set for a few songs and then start talking and creating that connection with their audience. Not in the case here. John barely said "boo" to Edmonton. He said a few things, but he didn't create that relationsip - that connection - that makes the whole show worthwhile.
Admittedly, John is fantastic with his guitar. He was showing off all sorts of fancy playing and his band was fantastic. Lots of nice improvised pieces that opened into some good songs. He's comfortable enough, he can take risks, with his music and they pay off.
But, what makes a concert special is the connection a performer makes with their audience. If I just want to hear your music, I can stay home and listen to your record. No offense, but I need more if I am paying $90 + dollars a ticket to see you playing live. You don't need to give us intimate details of your life, just telling us the meaning behind some of your songs or something you did today. You know, give us a little personality.
I was so disappointed, my friend and I left the building while he was playing his encore. After such a let down, I wanted to not be stuck in traffic waiting to get out of the parking lot. It would've just stung more.
Funny thing, about over half way through John's set, someone came through our row (in a suit) and was obviously coming in late and sat down. I didn't need to think about that too much to realize, he was an accountant. Anyone coming late to something, wearing a suit, on a Saturday on April 28th couldn't be anything else. He's an accountant. My life flashed before my eyes.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
A Hard Lesson Learned
Well, last night was one of the most painful I have had in a long time. My parents came over to help celebrate Brandon's 1st birthday. They wanted to have KFC. I wasn't into the idea, but relented cause it was my parents.
That was BIG mistake.
Just after I finished my meal, my chest pain flared up instantly. I took one of the prescribed antacids my Doctor gave me. It did squat. When my parents left, half an hour later, I took a couple Tylenol, just to calm the pain. I went to bed and passed out.
I woke up at around 11pm and my chest pain was worse than ever. I went the bathroom, to take some more Tylenol. Lee came to bed about 20 minutes later. I was suffering so bad, I didn't want to be awake by myself, so I didn't let Lee into bed. But my bladder lost that fight. I had to go to the bathroom. Lee got into bed.
By 12:10am, Lee was asleep and I wanted to throw up. I went to the bathroom. My saliva started to water. I could almost feel the vomit coming. And...nothing happened. I didn't throw up.
I didn't want to go back to bed. Not until I had thrown up. I knew if I did, it would help somewhat.
So, I went downstairs and watched the 24 episode I Tivo'd this week. I took a large bowl with me. 20 mintues into the episode, I threw up. I threw up hard. It wasn't sickly or like being pregnant. It was like my stomach was pushing something out, that shouldn't be there.
I finished my episode of 24 and skimmed a few channels until I felt tired again. The pain was not as severe. It felt more like an after thought. I just needed to sleep it off.
At about 20 minutes to 2am, I went back upstairs and took the Tylenol I needed to dull the pain, so I could sleep. That and some Peptobismol.
Well, it did the trick. In the morning, I felt fine. It was just a bad dream.
Lesson here: No more KFC. EVER! And that really doesn't bother me.
I've always treated the time frame for medication doses as more of a guideline. I still believe that. The medicine company is not going to give you a dosage time frame that has very little leeway. I'm not talking hours, but half an hour is NOT going to kill you. Besides, I always find that my symptoms return before the time is up and, if I don't the medicine right away, the next dose might not even kick in. And I don't want to suffer. Of course I am talking about Tylenol, not say Percaset or stuff like that. Since Tylenol is pretty safe, I do what is best for my comfor level. I am not inviting a discussion on this topic.
That was BIG mistake.
Just after I finished my meal, my chest pain flared up instantly. I took one of the prescribed antacids my Doctor gave me. It did squat. When my parents left, half an hour later, I took a couple Tylenol, just to calm the pain. I went to bed and passed out.
I woke up at around 11pm and my chest pain was worse than ever. I went the bathroom, to take some more Tylenol. Lee came to bed about 20 minutes later. I was suffering so bad, I didn't want to be awake by myself, so I didn't let Lee into bed. But my bladder lost that fight. I had to go to the bathroom. Lee got into bed.
By 12:10am, Lee was asleep and I wanted to throw up. I went to the bathroom. My saliva started to water. I could almost feel the vomit coming. And...nothing happened. I didn't throw up.
I didn't want to go back to bed. Not until I had thrown up. I knew if I did, it would help somewhat.
So, I went downstairs and watched the 24 episode I Tivo'd this week. I took a large bowl with me. 20 mintues into the episode, I threw up. I threw up hard. It wasn't sickly or like being pregnant. It was like my stomach was pushing something out, that shouldn't be there.
I finished my episode of 24 and skimmed a few channels until I felt tired again. The pain was not as severe. It felt more like an after thought. I just needed to sleep it off.
At about 20 minutes to 2am, I went back upstairs and took the Tylenol I needed to dull the pain, so I could sleep. That and some Peptobismol.
Well, it did the trick. In the morning, I felt fine. It was just a bad dream.
Lesson here: No more KFC. EVER! And that really doesn't bother me.
I've always treated the time frame for medication doses as more of a guideline. I still believe that. The medicine company is not going to give you a dosage time frame that has very little leeway. I'm not talking hours, but half an hour is NOT going to kill you. Besides, I always find that my symptoms return before the time is up and, if I don't the medicine right away, the next dose might not even kick in. And I don't want to suffer. Of course I am talking about Tylenol, not say Percaset or stuff like that. Since Tylenol is pretty safe, I do what is best for my comfor level. I am not inviting a discussion on this topic.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Too Much
I am sorry I was so fague on my last post. I do not want to say too much about work with the possibility of being fired. This can all come back to haunt me. Just know that I know what is best.
Anyways, today is Easter Monday and I have to go to work. I know, I know. Terrible. Funny thing is the daycare is not open today, yet most people are working today. That is no good. If Lee didn't have the day off today, we would be screwed. I would have to take the day off. That's not fair. I don't know who worked that system out, but it's stupid.
Right now, I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say. I just don't want to go to work today. Not with what I am doing. Or not doing, I should say.
One thing, I can think of, I am really liking the new season of Doctor Who. The new companion, Martha Jones, I like her. I like her more than Rose. Rose was okay, but Martha is cool. She is smarter, she'll be able to keep up more with the good Doc. Not sure who this year's villian is going to be. They have already done the daleks and cybermen. They could do some more with those guys, but I would like to see someone else or something else. Perhaps the sontarans or somehow bring the Master back or the Silurians or the Sea Devils or the Zygons. There are endless possibilities.
Must go, Brandon is waking.
Anyways, today is Easter Monday and I have to go to work. I know, I know. Terrible. Funny thing is the daycare is not open today, yet most people are working today. That is no good. If Lee didn't have the day off today, we would be screwed. I would have to take the day off. That's not fair. I don't know who worked that system out, but it's stupid.
Right now, I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say. I just don't want to go to work today. Not with what I am doing. Or not doing, I should say.
One thing, I can think of, I am really liking the new season of Doctor Who. The new companion, Martha Jones, I like her. I like her more than Rose. Rose was okay, but Martha is cool. She is smarter, she'll be able to keep up more with the good Doc. Not sure who this year's villian is going to be. They have already done the daleks and cybermen. They could do some more with those guys, but I would like to see someone else or something else. Perhaps the sontarans or somehow bring the Master back or the Silurians or the Sea Devils or the Zygons. There are endless possibilities.
Must go, Brandon is waking.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
The End Justifies the Means
I feel better now. I'm not as suicidal sounding as I was in my previous post. What has happened since? Well, on Friday, at the end of the day, I had a chat with another co-worker of mine. One of the new kids, that arrived after I went on Mat-Leave, and you know what I learned?
:)
For my next course choice, over the summer, I will be taking Accounting Theory. Hmmm.... Could be interesting. Could suck entirely. Let's find out.
:)
For my next course choice, over the summer, I will be taking Accounting Theory. Hmmm.... Could be interesting. Could suck entirely. Let's find out.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
I Can't Stop the Pain
That is for I think I have a sinus infection. My head hurts so much I want to die. At first, my brain would only swell when I cough. And I have been coughing quite a bit. Now, it just hurts. I just took some sinus meds. I hope they work soon. I can't function and I am seriously neglecting B by letting him just watch TV. Bad mom.
Work sucks. No, it does. I just can't get motivated. I am so scared of being stupid. I just don't know what to do. I wasted half the morning trying to figure out how to go about doing my job. I am trying to document my research and all the relevant information, so I can take stats later, but I feel like I am doing things so slow and I don't know how to stremline them, to make them better. I am not very good at my job. Maybe I shouldn't be a professional. Cause I am not one.
You know when people talk to you, and you can tell kind of what they think about you, by how they speak, I just feel no one thinks I am a serious professional. I dress like one, but I don't feel like one. There isn't that respect. I am just another office clerk. I don't want to be, just another office clerk. Maybe I am not meant to be a professional. Maybe I don't really have it in me. I don't know how to problem solve. Anytime I am given something without insturctions or a map, I don't know what to do. My ideas are always wrong. They are never the best. I'll never be a team leader. I just never will.
Work sucks. No, it does. I just can't get motivated. I am so scared of being stupid. I just don't know what to do. I wasted half the morning trying to figure out how to go about doing my job. I am trying to document my research and all the relevant information, so I can take stats later, but I feel like I am doing things so slow and I don't know how to stremline them, to make them better. I am not very good at my job. Maybe I shouldn't be a professional. Cause I am not one.
You know when people talk to you, and you can tell kind of what they think about you, by how they speak, I just feel no one thinks I am a serious professional. I dress like one, but I don't feel like one. There isn't that respect. I am just another office clerk. I don't want to be, just another office clerk. Maybe I am not meant to be a professional. Maybe I don't really have it in me. I don't know how to problem solve. Anytime I am given something without insturctions or a map, I don't know what to do. My ideas are always wrong. They are never the best. I'll never be a team leader. I just never will.
Monday, April 02, 2007
The Return
My first day back at work, was not the best. Re-orientating oneself back in the workplace is hard. Holy crap! I forgot a lot of shit! Simple shit! I have been given a position with no real plan or structure to it. What if I fuck it up?
Anyways, beyond just my whimsical insecurities, someone I was to be partnered with, quit. Yay. So, now it is totally a solo project. I now work downstairs, (Cause of the person quitting, I got their spot. Better than the mailroom, anyway.) I am so far away from all my people. All the accounting people. I feel somewhat isolated. But, my cubical is better. (They must trust me enough to let me be down there.)
Just setting up your desk and getting back into the swing of things is tough. I felt so useless. I know I could've done more. And I missed my son.
Next time I need to stop for lunch. Have a bite to eat. It might raise my spirits up a bit more. Yeah, so might getting over this illness.
Anyways, beyond just my whimsical insecurities, someone I was to be partnered with, quit. Yay. So, now it is totally a solo project. I now work downstairs, (Cause of the person quitting, I got their spot. Better than the mailroom, anyway.) I am so far away from all my people. All the accounting people. I feel somewhat isolated. But, my cubical is better. (They must trust me enough to let me be down there.)
Just setting up your desk and getting back into the swing of things is tough. I felt so useless. I know I could've done more. And I missed my son.
Next time I need to stop for lunch. Have a bite to eat. It might raise my spirits up a bit more. Yeah, so might getting over this illness.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Day 3
Well, my diet change is off to a great start! Not really, no. I have been sick for the last 2 days. I haven't eaten much at all in that time. Lee is making my some toast right now. I'll see if I can keep that down.
Of course, this had to happen, right before I go back to work. It sucks. I wanted to spend some quality time with Brandon this weekend. No chance of that now. The good thing is, my mother-in-law came by and helped out with Brandon while I got some rest. Today, I am on my own. Which should be okay. Provided the chills do not return.
The thing causing me the biggest anxiety, right now, is taking Brandon to daycare. Going back to work? Whatever. Work may not even register till I actually get there. Dropping off Brandon is taking up more thought and worry than anything. Work crosses my mind about one tenth of the time.
I read what you said rawker. The walking everyday is very important. It was very hard to do before, when it was below minus 20. I didn't think it was best to take Brandon out then. Now that the weather has cleared up, I endeavor to take Brandon out more often. Besides there are some morons who do not clear their sidewalks. By now, the walks should be clear.
I just had some juice and a bite of toast. Hmmm...I don't remember food and drink tasting this bad. What is wrong with me? Is it the illness? Is it me? What?
Of course, this had to happen, right before I go back to work. It sucks. I wanted to spend some quality time with Brandon this weekend. No chance of that now. The good thing is, my mother-in-law came by and helped out with Brandon while I got some rest. Today, I am on my own. Which should be okay. Provided the chills do not return.
The thing causing me the biggest anxiety, right now, is taking Brandon to daycare. Going back to work? Whatever. Work may not even register till I actually get there. Dropping off Brandon is taking up more thought and worry than anything. Work crosses my mind about one tenth of the time.
I read what you said rawker. The walking everyday is very important. It was very hard to do before, when it was below minus 20. I didn't think it was best to take Brandon out then. Now that the weather has cleared up, I endeavor to take Brandon out more often. Besides there are some morons who do not clear their sidewalks. By now, the walks should be clear.
I just had some juice and a bite of toast. Hmmm...I don't remember food and drink tasting this bad. What is wrong with me? Is it the illness? Is it me? What?
