while being mocked by ian and gerry about my plan to adopt a polar bear, gerry also looked up if there is an organisation that does this crazy idea of mine.
turns out the WWF has an adopt a polar bear programme! i'm getting a polar bear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yahoo!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
it's not you, it's me
like i said, i've been temping. well, i guess i should say, i temped for the first time. it started on april 30, and goes until this monday. i'm covering for the receptionist who is in hawaii for a wedding. (p.s. i say 'forgetting sarah marshall' and highly recommend it. hilarious.)
the other day one lady came over and was like: we're out of creamer for my coffee. i need my cream. my response? okay. (1. i'm the only person answering the phone, and all of the calls come through me so it's really an issue to leave the desk. 2. is the number of able legs she has that can take her upstairs to the boardroom where there is 'her creamer'.) so, surprisingly, she didn't seem to appreciate my lack of caring about her lack of cream in the downstairs fridge. she promptly went into this big thing about how badly she needs her cream and how she knows it's upstairs in the boardroom fridge but she doesn't know where the girl i'm covering for keeps it.
clearly this was a really big issue (in case her panic was anything to go by). so after about 30 minutes i left the phone unattended and went to look for the boardroom and the hidden cream. turns out, the only things in the fridge were two big bags of cream. good thing i didn't tell her to get it herself.
the other day one lady came over and was like: we're out of creamer for my coffee. i need my cream. my response? okay. (1. i'm the only person answering the phone, and all of the calls come through me so it's really an issue to leave the desk. 2. is the number of able legs she has that can take her upstairs to the boardroom where there is 'her creamer'.) so, surprisingly, she didn't seem to appreciate my lack of caring about her lack of cream in the downstairs fridge. she promptly went into this big thing about how badly she needs her cream and how she knows it's upstairs in the boardroom fridge but she doesn't know where the girl i'm covering for keeps it.
clearly this was a really big issue (in case her panic was anything to go by). so after about 30 minutes i left the phone unattended and went to look for the boardroom and the hidden cream. turns out, the only things in the fridge were two big bags of cream. good thing i didn't tell her to get it herself.
a letter to gerry
dear gerry,
i love you very much. i think that a baby polar bear would be a great addition to the hoefer gainford family.
please can we get a baby polar bear? i promise it won't eat the baby sheep!
love,
ursula
i love you very much. i think that a baby polar bear would be a great addition to the hoefer gainford family.
please can we get a baby polar bear? i promise it won't eat the baby sheep!
love,
ursula
well, i know you have one of those
in case you didn't know, i'm waiting to hear back about a government job i applied to AGES ago. at this point, i have no idea what's going on, so i agreed to do some temp work. it's extra cash, and keeps me busy. very busy actually, but that's another blog.
at this place of work, yesterday they gave out a single yellow rose to the mom's for mother's day. when the boss came around to me, he was like: you're not a mom, are you? i was like: no, no i'm not (which was confirmed by a pregnancy test this morning, but again, another blog). so he says (because some bosses know everything) well, i know you at least have one. obviously, not just because i don't, but because there are other people out there in the same situation, i said that actually i don't.
when almost the exact same situation came up later, i had thought i would just let it be, but clearly i couldn't.
ah well. maybe next year i'll just embrace mother's day as the feminist celebration as it was intended and not feel grumpy and bitter about the whole situation. i guess there's father's day and a whole slew of other holidays to try to ignore first.
at this place of work, yesterday they gave out a single yellow rose to the mom's for mother's day. when the boss came around to me, he was like: you're not a mom, are you? i was like: no, no i'm not (which was confirmed by a pregnancy test this morning, but again, another blog). so he says (because some bosses know everything) well, i know you at least have one. obviously, not just because i don't, but because there are other people out there in the same situation, i said that actually i don't.
when almost the exact same situation came up later, i had thought i would just let it be, but clearly i couldn't.
ah well. maybe next year i'll just embrace mother's day as the feminist celebration as it was intended and not feel grumpy and bitter about the whole situation. i guess there's father's day and a whole slew of other holidays to try to ignore first.
what's troubling gus?
i would like a baby polar bear.
for the last 12 hours i've been begging gerry to let me get one. he doesn't seem to think strata would be up for this. i wonder if bear years are like dog years? but maybe bear years could be like 1 week is 19 years in human time. (cause my building does not allow residents under 19 years.) this might be a point to research.
in the meantime, i've called my polar bear snowball. i was going to call it turtle, but changed my mind. and in the meantime, i should research bear adoption programs... like maybe there's an 'adopt a wild bear' kind of programme. but one where you don't take it home, because your strata wouldn't like it; oh, and also because bears belong in the wild, of course.
for the last 12 hours i've been begging gerry to let me get one. he doesn't seem to think strata would be up for this. i wonder if bear years are like dog years? but maybe bear years could be like 1 week is 19 years in human time. (cause my building does not allow residents under 19 years.) this might be a point to research.
in the meantime, i've called my polar bear snowball. i was going to call it turtle, but changed my mind. and in the meantime, i should research bear adoption programs... like maybe there's an 'adopt a wild bear' kind of programme. but one where you don't take it home, because your strata wouldn't like it; oh, and also because bears belong in the wild, of course.
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