Saturday, December 12, 2009

Telephones...

I spend an average of 7 hours a day at work on the phone. I don't want to come home and talk on the phone anymore, or listen to the phone. However, I found reason to when I got home tonight. I'd received a message on my phone, left at 11:20 am, from a man I'd apparently lost touch with. Opening with "hey Cait it's me again" he asked us to "start all over" and ended the call saying he loved me. I have no idea who this person is, and haven't received a call like this in recent memory.

First, it's annoying, because he didn't leave a name - or a callback number, but expected me to recognize his voice. I have no idea who this person is, partially because I spend 6 - 7 hours a day on the phone with strangers. I couldn't pick out a voice I know, unless it was someone I was really close to. I've messaged the people I thought it was - but so far, no one's 'fessed up.

Second, it's frustrating because, with the timing, I would have missed the call by 5 or 10 minutes, and my roommate would have around home 20 - 25 minutes after it was made. I know, I work shift work, there's no knowing when I'll actually be around. But 11:20 am on a Friday, is almost a guarantee that I won't be there to take the call.

Finally, I'm annoyed because all of the methods we have to track who called us have failed. By pressing 5 on a message I'm supposed to get a callback number, *69 also failed, and the website didn't tell me anything. HOWEVER, the website did allow me to download the voicemail.

Enjoy!
Cait


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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Cats are an endless source of amusement...

When I first started to put together what I'd write on this topic, I was teasing InkPuck with a pen and playing with him on my bed. As much as I said I didn't want a cat - I must admit that I enjoy his company. I turned away, and started checking emails and facebook, and contemplating how and what exactly I was going to write. Ignoring him, he slipped off the bed to play somewhere else.

I didn't know where he went until I heard a splash and a very upset meow, I look up toward my bathroom, and see a very wet, unhappy cat running out of there and hiding under my bed. Yes, Puck decided to see if he could drink the water in our toilet - and yes, he fell in. Laughing, out loud for a bit, I grabbed a towel and cleaned him up.

Now I need to go clean my bathroom. It's true though - cats are an endless source of amusement.

Cait

Monday, November 30, 2009

Absenteeism.

I’ve been absent lately – I wanted to apologize to you guys for this. It’s been a hectic month, I’ve been busy lately, new life, trying to make new friends, keeping up with old ones. I’ve had a couple projects as of late, unfortunately National Novel Writing Month was not among them. I’d like to do it some year, but definitely not this year.

There is a man who decorates his house so much for Christmas that there’s a glow on the horizon from his house a kilometre and a half away. Every single year he wins the local competition for the house decorations – and while there is money involved, the money usually only covers the cost of the decorations and electricity to run them.

I wondered if he did it for recognition, but the reason he said he did it was because he loved doing it. It was something that didn’t start as entering the competition; he did it because he enjoyed the holiday and the decorations. He liked how people would smile at his house, how it brightened their season a little bit. Thinking back to that this Christmas it reminds me – that’s why I write. Not because I want to be published or recognize. I do it for myself – I can’t not write. I still enjoy the reactions I get when people read my writing, but that’s not why I do it.

Literature and writing is a strange field. Many people that claim to be writers when asked what they read, I’ve often heard the response, “oh I’m not that into books.” Or worse, “I don’t know, I’ve never actually finished a book.” These statements are made almost as points of pride for the person saying them – as if they hadn’t been tainted by other peoples writing.

If you asked a musician what music they were into and they told you they didn’t listen to music, you’d laugh – probably in their face. If a criminal lawyer didn’t follow case law – he’d be unemployed. So why would someone who claims to be a writer not read? The books and literature you expose yourself to are the different sounds a musician can hear, the different precedents set by case law decisions. The more a person reads the more words they learn, the more grammar they understand, the more tools they have at their disposal. Maybe it sounds elitist, but books are online, are in libraries, are all around us. We all have the opportunity to learn – if you want to.

Cait

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Clean! and cat...

So, InkPuck or Puck for short is the name we've settled on for the cat. To be honest, he's mostly Lexa's cat, and he likes her more. He's so small, it's great, mostly because he's easy to pick up. He's getting bigger and has put on weight since he got here. It's been nice for us to have another presence in the house, and has definitely helped the atmosphere.

I'm cleaning! I know, shocking that I know how to do that right? Laundry and room, washing dishes and sheets, scrubbing out tubs and sinks, it's been a good deep clean kind of day.

Music! This week - even people who aren't a fan of Placebo can appreciate HK Farewell, Matt and Kim are in my head this week, mostly Don't Slow Down and Daylight . They're great if you like upbeat, happy music. If you don't, check out Don't Speak Liar by We The Kings.

I feel like I should have more to say, but most of the stuff going on in my life is work or things I don't usually talk about on here. So it leaves me in this weird space where I have nothing new to post, even though I've got lots of stuff going on. This weekend I'm in Waterloo, will be back in TO by Monday, have three weekends off, and thinking of getting some good travel miles under my belt with them.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I refuse!

No more! I won't allow it! I'm done being sick! No more waking up coughing, no more losing my voice at work, no more half eaten meals because my throat hurts - I am done. I just have to figure out how to actually beat this thing. I miss sleeping through the night and feeling chipper at some point after I've woken up. Maybe I've got swine flu... which would mean, I wouldn't need the vaccine, and I'd be ahead of the curve (which I enjoy).

So, I've decided that I'm probably strange for this, but I am more bothered by telemarketers then obscene phone calls. Not that I get a lot of obscene phone calls, but seriously, is anything creepier than,
"We have tried to reach you to resolve this serious issue, BEEP! , but you have not responded, BEEP! press one now."
The right answer is no, nothing is creepier. It was this deep mans' voice too, I mean come on, what are you trying to pull? I suppose he sounded authoritative, but if someone was seriously trying to get a hold of me, they would not use a creepy recording - they would call and leave a message on the answering machine I rarely check. Or text me. Because I actually check my cell phone on a regular basis.

I've picked up some strange habits from work. For one, I've switched the task bar to the right side of my screen, because I've become adjusted to that. As well, I've almost always got notepad open these days, just in case I need to copy and paste something, or jot a quick note down. I don't save these notes, I put them into emails and other word files, and only have the occasional note there as a helpful reminder. The task bar becoming a side bar actually gives me more room for videos and gets rid of some of those weird black bars that sit on the side of my screen.

I need to sleep more and not think so much about work.

Cait