I swear to god, the next person who complains to me about having to work an eight hour shift or only making so much an hour is getting punched in the face.



(Fun fact: I initially typed "punch in the knife". While an interesting mental image, so not what I was going for.

But it made me laugh.)

I think I was playing a terrible video game.

Liveplay! Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII.

Things I did today!

• I dealt with a difficult situation where a grown person was throwing a tantrum over not getting what they want, and it did it with as much class as possible.

• I applied to two whole jobs! And e-mailed my boss at Edge to ask him if it was okay to use him as a reference.

• I finally finished all the upstairs cleaning. I am free and clear!




Things I did not do today.

• ......... Tags. :(

Dilemma, DWers.

→ a) Buy myself a ticket for FF Distant Worlds and go by myself like a motherfucking boss.

Or!

→ b) Don't do that because the funeral that I haven't decided if I'm going to and don't know anything about yet could be that weekend.



It seems so obvious when I say it like that but there is no way I can justify telling Colin, "I can't attend your mother's funeral, I'm going to a concert."

ETA: I thought about it for five more seconds and bought the ticket. DISTANT WORLDS!

And then things went right!

Yesterday, I went to Oakville to get my health card renewed. The procedure was really seamless, in part due to my having made an appointment prior, and the woman who was serving me was genuinely surprised to hear that someone on Health Line had told me that there was no way to cover my OHIP while I was waiting for my new card to arrive. She was able to reactivate my card for an additional month and gave me a form to present to my GP's office so that they knew I was between cards but still otherwise covered.

I went to see my doctor today about the knee pain I've suffered ever since London, and then he proceeded to have me sit up on the examination table thing and started groping my knee. I'm being glib but that's basically what he was doing, and of course I was giggling like an idiot because I am so ticklish and the poor guy was just like, "... what, is my face amusing her." He figured out almost right away from my description what the problem was and demonstrated by shoving my kneecap and patella cartilage into my thigh, which hurt LIKE A MOTHER. I'm not even kidding. I squealed in pain. And, basically my internet diagnosis of chondromalacia patella, a.k.a. Patella Femoral Syndrome was 100% correct.

It is not a problem nor anything permanently debilitating! It's a painful annoyance but he told me it should go away on its own given time, not straining my knee as much (basically, NO STAIRS unless absolutely necessary, but I'm sure I'm going to forget that my very first day of work) and icing my knee regularly.

I'm not thrilled, admittedly. But I am feeling a lot better mentally, if not physically. Having an official diagnosis from my grandparents' trusted physician should be enough additional assurance but it doesn't really give me a magical cure to make the pain go away. I don't want to be in pain. I want a healthy functioning knee where cartilage and bone don't get into fist fights every time I try to go up a set of stairs. However, it is just pain, and pain isn't permanent. I was worried it was indicative of something major and that it could jeopardise me going back to work or moving in September, but neither seem to be the case. To that I say: HELL YEAH. :D See the bright side, self.

So that's a considerable load of my mind.

To-do for the week:

→ Bake cake for grandparents (from last week).

→ Finish cleaning upstairs kitchen.

→ Rake the leaves

→ OSAP application (if opened).

→ TAGS dammit

I also should play some more Crisis Core but... mrr.

How are you, people of the reading list? How was your week?

I love drunken phone calls where my mother starts crying because her PVR recordings have disappeared from her satellite cable. :D

For the record, I had no idea what she was talking about.

I need to learn that even if things get marginally out of my control, it's not the end of the world. Sometimes situations really are perfectly innocent. Murphy's Law is not always in play. So breathe, self. Breathe.

I'm also discovering I'm a lot happier when I ignore Plurk's existence. So, yay?



Anyway.

I have about thirty tags in my inbox I should be doing! But I spent a good part of the day cleaning and forcing my knee up and down flights of stairs.

Clearly that means it's time for video games.

Liveplay! Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII.

I'm going to try and do one of these every Sunday so I don't get completely lazy.

→ Clean the house.

→ Update CV.

→ Start applying for work.

→ OSAP and residency application status. Update: Residency application submitted!

→ Bake a cake for grandparents.

My life is so interesting, guys.




How are you? :D I want to hear about you, circle and/or access list!

A conversation that legitimately just occurred in my household.

Sarah: Hey Jes, I found something special at the [grocery] store!
Me: Cool, paper magazines!
Sarah: ......... They're pizza bagels.
Me: I KNEW THAT SHUT UP

This is a paper magazine. I reload and shuffle them around at work.

This is the box Sarah was showing me.



Apparently they're interchangeable in Jesland.