Tuesday, August 02, 2005

The weekend in review - part two

Ok, now that the politico is out of my system, I can continue on with the review.

FRIDAY:
Twas the end of the week, and all was okay, not a creature was stirring come the end of the day. SUE ME.

Friday was the last day for my friend and colleague MR at the old job. Recent, uhm, changes in question forced a gut check by a few folks and when opportunity came knocking on her door, she wisely stepped through. MR now moves to a company and position that essentially screams dream job for her. She is familiar with the people involved as she had worked with them in a different capacity before. She will be doing what she is good at, very good at, and will be in an environment more concerned with the end result than with whose name is on that result.

So, happy as a clam for her, I went into work downtown for a change, did some work, had some lunch, a little more work and then escorted her card/laptop/access removed butt off the premises and dropped her home. We will of course keep in touch. Best of luck MR, don't be a stranger!!

Ah, TC loves to try us sometimes. Last week, we went to two BBQs, one for family and one for MR and DP and OE, all of whom left or got booted from the company (or is that The Company) within the last month or so. This past weekend, since Listra the dumbass cancelled the costume order for our daughter without contacting her (for the second time), DW and I planned to take the family down (including my Dad) and meet with some friends to watch the Caribana parade. Then, the weekend came apart.

TC decides to inform me that night that she made plans to spend the weekend with Jessica and her family since they would not see each other for the rest of the summer basically and that since she stayed for the BBQ last week, her previous plans were changed. Er. Uhm. Excuse me? YOUR plans? When did you have the ability to make plans? So, in typical me fashion with a dash of Trini flavour, I informed TC that the only people that make any plans in this family are her parents. Since she never expressed a wish to have plans, they were non existent to us. Seeing as she not too long returned, I admittedly took this a bit personal and was hurt by her unwillingness to see the issue. We had a family discussion on it and she was allowed to carry on with her plans. More on that later.

So, DW and I grabbed some Subway and went back home for our semi-regular movie night. This night we watched a half-decent time-waster called National treasure with Nicolas Cage. I like Cage though I think his off beat Raising Arizona and Con-Air are his best films. That said, this was an okay effort but nothing to build a franchise from. It was not campy enough to be the next Allan Quartermaine and was not good enough to challenge Indiana Jones. After the movie, we were supposed to continue cleaning up the house in anticipation of our house guests from Chicago.

That never happened.

SATURDAY:

Instead, we fell off to sleep with the idea that we would get up early, finish it and figure out how we were placing a tent on the parade route.

That never happened.

Instead, we had to cancel the tent plans, finish cleaning the house, deal with some on-call stuff (DW, not I) and we decided to wait for my brother and his family, enroute from Ottawa. They were supposed to arrive by 11AM, but as things always happen to our clan, we did not see them till around 2PM. By this time, I actually would have been fine to stay home, but their cousin form England was down, along with a PITA son of a friend, so we ventured downtown to the CNE. The parade was almost done but we got in and saw the last few bands, did a little jumping up, hit the bathrooms (after lugging lots of cold non-alcoholic drinks down there) and then got some tiny donuts at Tiny Toms (an exhibition stalwart).

LB and the family then headed off to my SIL's mother's place (referred to from this point forward as Beezlebub's Cottage) for a little visit and to drop the cousin off to visit her auntie. The fact that the teenager had to be emotionally dragged in there kicking and screaming is one of those facts of life. DW and I headed home and relaxed with some Big Brother 6 and computer work.

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