So You Think You Can Dance

When I was about three years old, my parents put me into a beginner`s creative dance class. There were a lot of children my age there, so it was fun.
Then when I was 7 or 8 I started doing ballet. I enjoyed it, but I wasn`t overly flexible. And the teacher was sort of a witch, even with us young`ns. I remember wearing a digital watch to class one day, and it was a hard class, so I ended up looking at my watch to see what time it was.
She noticed me looking at my watch and came over and removed the watch from my wrist. I wasn`t too impressed. So after that dance season ended, I never rejoined. Because that teacher taught all levels of ballet.

Looking back, I wonder how good of a dancer I would have become if I stuck with it. Of course if I stuck with dancing I wouldn`t have been able to join in swimming, which became my sport. I was good at it, and I loved every minute of swimming. Even the hard practices.
The coaches were wonderful too. Even if you couldn`t get it right away, they treated the swimmers with encouragement and respect. Which is what my dance instructor lacked.

But anyway, I now live vicariously through the show So You Think You Can Dance. And now with the Canadian and US versions running at the same time, I can watch 4 nights a week!!!
Although the jury is still out on whether I`ll actually stick to the Canadian one. I`m not a fan of the host. She tries too hard to be funny, and that annoys me. But I am Canadian and do want to see if I'll recognize anybody if they're from the East Coast. So maybe I'll keep watching.

I'm also tempted to pick up some dance classes soon. And even got J interested too! We're considering taking ballroom classes.
We'll definitely need to at least learn the waltz, because at our wedding - whenever that may be (is it bad I'm so confident we'll get married and he hasn't even proposed yet??) - I want to do a nice waltz for the first dance.

Can you dance?

Got it!

So I know this is like a week late... but I got the job!!
After my little phone fiasco, they finally called back and asked me for an interview.

I arranged to go there for 3:30, and was able to joke around with the ladies in the interview regarding the phone (this was near the end of the interview) but I felt good and comfortable about it.

No less than an hour later I received another call from them offering me the position!!

Now I can stop being mopey about money and trying to apply to every job in the city limits. Yay for me!

Orientation begins tomorrow and I have to say I'm excited!

Well that was frustrating

Today I was woken up by the sound of my phone ringing, moments after J's alarm went off.
I wasn't wearing my glasses at the time since I was still asleep, so I ignored the call, thinking it was another number from Ontario trying to call me for whatever reason.

Anyway, moments after my cell phone stopped ringing, the house phone rang, with the same number. Although this time we could see that it was from Sobeys.
So I answered it.
Right after the woman on the phone asked if she could speak to me, and I said speaking... that handset decided at that moment to go dead! So I didn't get a name or anything from her before then.

I tried calling the number back, but they can't figure out who was trying to call.
Hopefully that woman doesn't think I intentionally hung up on her, and that they still want to offer me an interview for a job.
Cross your fingers for me!!
Haha. It seems like only this type of stuff would happen to me. It's sort of funny to think about.
Hmm maybe I should write a book :P

Job Searching

I had a pretty privileged childhood. My father is a doctor, so he was able to support the whole family.

I wasn't spoiled rotten, I did get a lot through my childhood, but my parents also taught us the value of the dollar. 

My dad even supported my studies through and entire undergraduate degree. I was able to leave university debt free.

But since I'm a young adult, it's time for my independence.

Except I'm not doing so well. 

I used to work at one of the Tim Hortons locations in the area. I had been working on and off at Tim's for the last 7 years - moving to 3 different locations in that time. Anyway this last location I worked, was hell! I was super stressed every day. See, they made me evening Supervisor around my 3rd month there. I was experienced, and knew the rules. At the time I was only supposed to be a Junior Supervisor, meaning I'd supervise maybe twice a week when our Head Night Supervisor wasn't working.

But about a month into that, they decided to fire the guy, making me the lead evening supervisor. I trained someone else to be a supervisor alongside me, and we became friends out of the whole thing. 

But the job itself was burning both of us out. I lost count how many times I'd cry before work because I was dreading it so much. Never knew what each shift would entail. Between my coworker and I, we pulled close to 20 double shifts last minute within a 3 month period (although she pulled more than I did). I also lost count how many times I went home stressed, angry and ready to spill tears at the drop of a hat.

So I decided to look elsewhere. I thought I found a new job almost right away. The manager actually asked me if I could start on a certain date. So I thought I had the job. He was supposed to call me the following week to show me around the place. That day came and went with no call. So I called him the day after. He then told me that certain circumstances changed and I probably wouldn't be starting as early as he said. He had to get himself organized to hire more people, and promised to call me the following week. 

That day also came and went with no call.

So I called him the next day again. No answer this time. So I left a couple messages. 

They weren't returned. 

So basically I was screwed over. I had already put my two weeks notice in at Tim's, and wasn't going to change my mind about that. My body couldn't take it anymore. 

So here I am job searching again. 

I'm trying to be as independent as possible, but it's hard. And I don't have my dad to fall back on this time. I'm an adult. I should be able to take care of myself financially. 

I'm trying to make what I have stretch out to last me until I get a job again. But do you know that basically everything costs money now? 

It's ridiculous!

Anyway, that's my little spiel for today. I needed to vent a little because if I don't I'd still end up crying.  

Never Gone

So my grandmother passed away about 2 and a half months ago.
It wasn't really unexpected, but I still feel that great loss even now.
See, she was only 72, and to me that's still young. She had a heart of gold, and I miss her every day.

I always felt that through everything, she kept my best interests at heart. She was there for a lot of my life. And always shared stories with me.
We were alike in a way. We got upset when there was yelling around. We wrote our feelings down because that's how we could communicate best. Through writing.

I wanted to share this picture. It's of me and my grandmother when I was just a little baby. It shows her caring side, and a time when she was healthier.

I just want to say that to me, she'll be "Never Gone". As in, always in my heart until we meet again down the road.

If you ever get a chance, listen to the song "Never Gone" by the Backstreet Boys. The lyrics of this song describe my grandmother to a tee. I think of her every time when I listen to it. Which is probably why I end up with a tear stained face by the end of the song.

Miss you and love you Granmom!