Room to Breathe

They say most will remember you for your role on the “The Andy Griffith Show“; but to me you’ll always be squirrelly Ralph Furley.

Don Knotts
21 July 1924 - 24 February 2006

Thank God It’s Finally (Fucking) Friday!

I got a new roommate today. I now share my office with a really nice woman. She moved across the hall, and another lady came back downstairs and took her old desk.

I should appreciate how technologically challenged this entire office is. I heard from across the room amidst the move, “wow that was really easy to do! They colour code everything on the back so you know where to plug everything in! Genius!” She was re-setting up her work station. Then I hear, “but why won’t it turn on? The lights on.”

I look over. She’s innocently was trying to figure out what happened. I told her that was the power to her monitor. She asked if I could look at it. I get up and walk over. She then holds up the POWER CABLE and says, “I had this left over, do you know what it is for?”

Wow.

Then I made the BIGGEST sacrifice a geek could ever make. I gave up my internet connection. I’m not dependent on it for work, and well…she is. So I suggested, since we’re moving anyways, that she could just take my connection.

I felt lost and violated somehow.

Wow #2 was trying to explain that, “no her email wouldn’t be lost” because she moved her computer, and “no you won’t get my email now that she is using my connection.”

So ya. T.G.I.F.F. Atleast we all were able to have lunch together today in the board room, and leave 1/2 hour early. No complaints there.

What’s lined up for the weekend? The 2006 Canadian International Autoshow. It’s our 3rd annual year.

Growing up on a farm, the plethora of smells can be over whelming. My father has always shrugged my complaints off as “well you and ‘your mother’ have good noses.” So I just assumed that he couldn’t smell.

Over the years though I have come to believe that my sense of smell is quite keen; being both a detriment to my daily living and an asset.

• Fire = good = safe
• Garbage = bad = gag (I actually can’t help retching)
• Cat = ? = sneeze (actually I don’t “smell” cat - I just sneeze when one is around or can tell if you have one)
• Cat urine = bad = gag
• Cooking = bad = nausea
• Cooking = good = hunger
• Pot = ? = headache

So basically, living in a building with multiple dwellings drives me insane. I walk in tonight, pot. Up the stairs into my hallway, foreign cooking. Into my apartment, smoke (from my neighbour smoking downstairs – I quit nearly a year ago), and an odd smell that I can’t determine.

Shit. I left the most disgusting juice out on the counter the night before, and forgot it even in the morning. It bubbled when I picked it up.

Booster Juice’s “Lemon Charger”.

Carrot, Lemon & Beet. Crisp and clean, your tastebuds will love this choice!

Bullshit.

Just a word of warning: Fucking disgusting. Extremely high in vitamins etc., but so gross tasting.

Down the toilet it went and then I left my apartment to go back into the world and adjust to a whole new set of smells.

I know I’ve been neglectful, and I’ve decided I am not going to make any excuses. Dammit it’s my blog. I haven’t forgotten, I just didn’t know “how to get back into it”. So I stopped. I’m notorious for avoidance.

As guilt ridden as I have become (wtf for?), I’ll just forget everything and continue on.

So once again, I’ll just say “screw it” and just start like there was no existence of a hiatus. I’ll just periodically say “back in 2005″ and that will be that.

Now on with the show….