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Work was so slow and utterly boring today until the last hour when all hell broke loose. It's amazing that it can go from sitting out back sleeping in your car, to running around spinning blood and medicating animals all in 5 minutes. Hurry up and wait....the mantra to my job.

Took Whiskey for a long walk down the back when I got home. I am going to miss her when I move. 

18 days until Im done at the vet clinic. Got my resume sent to Tony so it can get in to my job up there. As I suspected, he couldn't help but tweek (read: Hack) my resume a little before passing it on. Can't expect different from someone who spends his work days hacking people's work apart.

Going to sit down for a Grey's marathon of my own now :)

Well, the woman came out and looked at Buster. Even with the killer ducks flying into his face, he was an absolute superstar. She really liked him and thinks he will get along great with her two horses. She has a bunch of nice fields, a run-in shed, plenty of turnout and isn't going to ask too much of him. Holly is going to the island either the 14th or Victoria Day and is going to pop him over for me.

So why do I feel like such an utter shit?

Perhaps the fact when I went back after dropping Tony off at the Bus Stop, he came trotting across the field to see me. I love this horse and even with all the horses I have owned this guy has really outdone them all. He's not the prettiest, not the most talented and I've seen 5 year olds draw a better horse than he looks, but he is definately my horse of a lifetime. You couldn't ask for a more giving, sweet natured horse if you tried. 

Three years....three years of him being 'someone else's horse'. This is the biggest sacrifice I have made yet in my life and I know that I have to do it to go forward. Knowing it doesn't make it any easier though...... 

This time next month I'll be in Dartmouth...../panic

2am .... why can't I just sleep? Now I know I'll be fighting to get up at a half decent hour. This isn't so bad while Im on sick leave, but what the hell am I going to do once the good ol' 8-6 job comes back into effect?

Maybe I need some Ambien or whatever sleeping pill all those actresses are addicted to. Something gentle, easy on the stomach and pwoerful enough to put an elephant to sleep. 

Possible career choices:
gravedigger
bat observer
night watchman
robber/peeping tom

The last one seems the most interesting, however I am going to try and sleep now. Maybe forcing thoughts of election candidates will put me to sleep.

*must do schoolwork tomorrow*must do schoolwork tomorrow*must do schoolwork tomorrow - err, today 

...or atleast spread over the highways. Counted three gophers, a porcupine, a couple foreign bodies and a beaver on the way to work this morning. Who the hell ran over the face of our nickle?!

Last day of work for the week was today. Now I get to enjoy my two free days. One for surgical procedure and one for prepare. The stuff dreams are made of. And the fact no food from midnight tonight until probably Saturday.

All I want is a large skinny vanilla latte....and sadly the closest coffee shop to supply is 40 minutes away. Sigh 

Decided that my post moods are going to be alphabetical until I hit the end. Today: awake

Back to watching  my way through season 2 of House

Figured that I haven't been spending enough of my time with Doctors and hospital stays so I went up to see my surgeon today about continual pain. Had another CBC done (apparently nothing was bad since they didn't call me) and am scheduled for an outpatient procedure next week. He wanted to do it tomorrow, but as I am 'holding down the fort' while everyone else is at the Marriott for the Veterinary Conference that couldn't happen. So I am going in for it next Friday. So that means Thursday (as prep) and Friday I am missing work once again....sigh.

That is, if I can wait that long. The pain in my side which was more of an annoyance is actually giving me chills, restlessness and the need to whine. Heavy breathing for pain is never as fun as heavy breathing for pleasure. I just need to get through the weekend like this and then who cares. The other downside is that because I have to work tomorrow (meaning I can't go up to the ER for some of their fun IV drugs) I also can't use anything I have at home for my other medical issue because i would never be able to get out of bed tomorrow, let alone count cash and smile at people. 

At 25 I have way too many health issues. 7 abdominal laparoscopic surgeries, a knee surgery, gall bladder removed, IBD, environmental illness, endometriosis, a broken pelvis and femur which still cause pain years later and probably a few dozen ER visits for pain. i know there are a lot of people who have it worse off, but some days I think that if I could lose my leg and get rid of all this pain I would saw it off with a spork,....tell me that wouldn't be painful and difficult.

I.O.N: Boss took my resignation rather well. Said she appreciates my professionalism and letter and we shall start looking for my replacement. So much of me is excited to be leaving and moving forward with my life, but there is that little sliver that is going to miss the place and tells me I am making the wrong decision. I guess we'll see.

Haven't slept more than four hours a night recently. Seems like I am exhausted in the morning when I wake up, sleepy most of the day and then BAM!!! awake with no chance of sleep. It doesn't help that I am hurting once again which makes it difficult....although if I can't sleep, one must not waste the time so I curl up watching McDreamy and the rest. I seriously have no idea what I'm going to do when I am done watching all the episodes. Once again my imaginary friends will have left me.

Worked up the nerve and took the plunge. Handed in my resignation letter today with 4 weeks notice attached. And by hand in, I mean I carefully positioned it infront of my boss' computer screen in a sealed envelope addressed to her so that she would see it after I left. Now, I know that you'll think that isn't the most professional way to do it, but you must understand the thinking behind it.

As much as I love my boss and job, she is nuts....certifiably so infact. The improbable fear that fisty-cuffs might fly is actually a genuine worry at my place of employment. A previous employee was stabbed (ok, so it was with a small gauge needle, but the thought behind it was unpleasant to say the least) and I don't want to be a victim. I figure that by letting her find my notice and by her not being here again for me to see until Monday at 12, I am giving her every opportunity to go through her 5 stages of acceptance (angry, more angry, very angry, extremely angry and stab you with a small gauge needle angry)  before I have to see her again. I will also be one of the only people who work/worked there to actually give notice and not just walk out on her. So, I think my passive-hiding tendencies are not without merit. 

I don't want to leave on bad terms, but I will walk out on her if she can't be rational....or as rational as she ever is. 

Got my final mark in my math course back; 90%. I don't think I ever got a 90% in any post-secondary education course so it feels odd to say the least. Need to finish my last assignment in accounting and the final test. The test was scheduled for tomorrow am, but I now have a Doctor's appt instead and will be writing Monday am. Hopefully all goes well. 

Time to try and sleep....again

After having spent the last how many hours being brutalized by interest earnings/future values I have come to the decision that I hate math. I have also come to the decision that while I do work better under pressure an arts program may very well have been a better choice. Who am I kidding? I can't write any better than I can add. 

Tomorrow I have an accounting test bright and early. I would have been straight forward with my boss and told her why I needed the morning off, but since 
a - she doesn't know I am taking any courses online
b - she doesn't know that I am taking courses online to have a lower workload next fall in school (where she doesn't know Im attending)
c- she doesn't know I will be putting notice in shorty

I figured that a little 'Dr's Appt' would be a better excuse. If you can't lie to your boss, who can you lie to?

After my test I head to work in the afternoon and then math gets another shot at tearing me down....because the day after I have a math test. Why couldn't I just be happy serving donuts for minimum wage for the rest of my life....oh yeah, I hate hairnets.

In other news today was my first day back at work. Within 15 minutes I had been bit 3 times and pissed on. Vet clinic work at it's finest. Sad to say, I will be missing it though when I leave. Nothing like coming home bleeding to know you've earned your 10.50 an hour.

please.someone.save.me.from.my.tests.

No more procrastination...time to hit the books once again.

I'm hoping who ever created the NSCC online math XL program isn't a graduate....otherwise it does not bode well at all for any of us. I swear the program could have been created by lab monkeys. Lab monkeys with no thumbs, or eyes for that matter. Half the time when you put in an answer, the program disagrees with you. I did one online quiz tonight and ALL the answers were already listed below (and funnily enough, two were wrong when worked out, but right when plugged in - I thought it may have been a trap)

However, apart from the program things seem to be going alright. I have two more quizzes, an assignment and 3 tests to complete and then I am done until the Fall. Looking forward to having an actual teacher who in flesh and blood I can watch and take in while pouring copius amounts of expresso into my system from the back of the classroom instead of this mindless 'droid who only has the right answers half the time.

In other bad news, due to lack of funds and begging from the boss I am back to work a week early and starting bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm on office and light duty so no lifting 100lbs dog onto exam tables or fighting with cats.....all the fun parts I miss out on. Hoping the boss has been taking her medication as after a break of not being screamed at incessantly (in french or my native tongue) I may tell her exactly where she can shove it and therefore be out of work earlier than anticipated. It's not that she's all bad. I mean, you'd never learn more from a veterinarian than you would from her, but just the screaming, threat of being stabbed with a needle and lowering of one's self esteem isn't really needed. If that type was the type of degrading I wanted in the workforce, I could have just as easily joined the army. It's no wonder this woman can't keep staff. Over two dozen in four years.....

Wishing that everything down here could just get sorted out and I could be on my way up to an apartment in Dartmouth. Just me, the kitty and the boyfriend to worry about. But instead, it's that last flurry of activity before I get on my way.

• Find place for the horse to stay for two years
• Pack
• Finish my classes
• Finish with work
• Get the dogs vaccinations up to date for staying in the kennel this summer while the parents are away
• Pack
• Got through my things and figure out what the Sally Ann could have
• Do paperwork for Student Loan
• Pack

In other news, this cough of mine is starting to get annoying. I love allergy season. I think I am all healed from my surgery though, so there is a + for that column. Buster is doing great with being back to work, so he may be able to stay somewhere that they will want to work him. Plus, I had a great weekend with Tony. Getting through Band of Brothers and just nice to relax and forget about all the things I should be getting done.

Tomorrow is work, call my proctor for test writing and finish the last of my math. Then either move on to accounting or get the math test done. Busy busy busy

One day at a time for now...I think I need a cookie

So, due to unforseen circumstances I am in need of a new digital camera *cough*tonybroketheoldone*cough* so have been looking around on the internet.

My last two cameras have been fuji and I tend to like them. I am no longer a horseshow photographer, so a bigger clunky camera isn't something I need. The last one I had was a fuji finepix A510 and did a good job for what I needed. Something small enough it doesn't need it's own bag, that can snap pictures of me and friends in a dark bar, the cats and horses outside and everything in between. Of course it doesnt hurt if it is famously stylish and comes in cool colours (crow - yes I am, shiny is the way to be)

So the cameras I am looking at:

Camera 1

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Look at these little babies. 7.2MP and 3x zoom. My original camera (god rest it's soul) 5.1MP and 3x zoom. However, this one doesn't have an extending lense.

Camera 2

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This one has 10MP and 3x optical zoom. And still all the pretty colours.

Camera 3

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And finally this beauty. 8MP and 5x optical zoom. So classy looking, it just screams me (me equating what I want people to think I am = cool, collected and fashionable. Whereas if I was looking for a camera to scream actual me, I'd probably have a Fisher Price one) Now, granted the pink one looks fun, but I would probably end up with either the brown or black. 

Maybe I should get one in each so they can colour coordinate with my wardrobe. So passe to be carrying a brown digital camera with black shoes now isn't it. /sarcasm

God, I sound like such a girl talking about these. So pretty though....too bad none come in red, they could match my phone. 

In other news.....so awake that I could go for a jog. And it's 1:15 am

Was sitting and thinking today about the move to Dartmouth and realized I am missing a key part to my life. I am queerless. For the first time really in 8 years I do not have a snitty little bitch around to love, cuddle and to tell me all the things I need to change. 

Let's face it, there are a lot of things you can get away with when in the company of a princess rather than hetero male friends. Take Jared for instance. Now, there was no issues of changing infront of him, cuddling and be damn sure if I was wearing something unflattering I was going to hear about it for the next 10 years. You can bitch about boys without the cattiness you get with other women. You feel safe and comfortable without needing to 'look your best'. And if you're having a bad day, they'll give you a snuggle and bitch right back. Oh I miss the days.

Don't get me wrong, the boyfriend is great. But everyone NEEDS their own little princess.

So, what do I do? My previous princess has not dropped off the planet, but rather relocated to an area which requires phone calls rather than a pop in. Granted I can still achieve all the cattiness I need over the phone and through email, but it is not the same as having him there to .... I don't know... break bottles with. 

Is there a special section in the classified section to look? 
                                                                                                             Wanted: Hag searching Fag. 
Must be catty, snitty and listen to Britney Spears. Must have a keen shopping sense and own style. Must be artistic and creative. 
Must like Wendy's fries with mayo for dipping. Must enjoy complaining, cosmo's and laughing at random things.  Needed by August 
2008 so that  I can maintain my sanity. Please apply by email and have portfolio ready.
Animal haters need not apply.

It would just make more sense for Jared to move back to Halifax thereby erasing any need to begin a timeconsuming and most likely disappointing search. However, as I understand it, he quite happens to like where he is, who he's with and what he's doing. So, as a good friend I can accept his decision to abandon me. He can't be replaced, but if I could find someone with half the sarcasm I'd be set. 

Gonna be a lonely road without him.