Fake Boobs & False Intentions

I started working at a bar in downtown Vancouver about 6 weeks ago. I took it as a way to make some extra cash and pay off my credit card faster. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and even though everyone said it was a really competitive industry, I was excited to get a job relatively quickly. 
My first night on the job went off without a hitch and without training. I made some mad cheese (as in money) and was blissfully pleased. For the next three weekends, I had similar nights- my sales were high, my service; excellent, nonetheless; and my cash out always perfect. So why have I not worked in two weeks? Why are my bosses avoiding my calls? Boobs.

Vancouver's reputation lives up to itself when every bar and restaurant you walk into is host to an army of cookie cutter girls- big boobs, short skirt, long jacket...you get the idea. I even heard from a credible source that girls get hired based on the interviewer's response you whether she is "fuckable" or not.
I didn't apply to work at Hooter's, nor was I hired on the premise that I would dress or act in such a manner; but I guess I was a fool to think otherwise.
I quit.

Caught in the Web of Design

As a recent graduate with a pretty certificate and all, I'm trying my hands at designing like a professional. Things have been going well, and there always real life lessons to learn. This weeks (and past year's to be honest) learning curve is WEBSITE DESIGN!

Now, it's not so much the designing part that I'm having trouble with, it's more of the "coding it with working links and proper sized photos, and getting it to work on the hosting site that you already paid for to find out that they don't support your format of template...."

I fell in love with website design and blogging when I was 15 years old, even going to lengths of learning HTML. But technology has taken the train into the future while I continue to walk, and to say the least, I am a little behind.

I've tried to use WordPress, Joomla, Dreamweaver, VIRB, and now the newest site called Moonfruit.

All of these are very different than one another, but I have found that for a person with little development and coding knowledge, Moonfruit has worked the best.

Unfortunately it's not compatible with Hostpapa who my client has signed up with, which leaves me with my hands tied again. Do I try to recreate this website on my own and risk it looking bad and not being useable, hire a developer, or try to convince my client to switch over?

The comment box is open to all of my designer friends!

Sunshine & Snow

Tacos

So there's this guy...and he's on my radar. He seems nice enough, even though he ignored and mocked me upon our initial meeting. It wasn't very nice. But when I ignored him back and played Indiana Jones pinball, he was suddenly interested.
So why does he intrigue me?

• Rides bikes
• Takes photographs
• Is not a hipster
• Very tall and manly
• A chef
• Quiet
• Cute
• 22

Besides that, I don't know much about him. I would like to know more, but I am a little scared. I may not be cool enough. The sad fact that I looked at his Facebook, which always appears somewhat cooler than your real life has spun me into insecurity.
I've thought of a breakfast meet up.
Tacos.
Beer.
Bike ride.


When I texted him- this is what he had in mind.

How do I turn that into tacos?

My Ivory Tower

This year I set out with specific goals..not necessarily resolutions, but short term and long term life aspirations that I wanted to acheive. I've only been back 3 weeks from a hiatus in Barbados (there's a rhyme in there some where) and I'm right on track.

This is my career year; where I take 12 months to give it my all to develop myself as a successful woman. It's been my only focus, and things that I usually waste time worrying about have been on the back burners. I feel invigorated and powerful this week after landing a new job and have prospects for another. However, as a certain someone came up from that back burner, I found myself indulging in a thought of possibility. This is a guy I met a year ago who I feel stalkingly in lust with. We never had much going on between us, but as I scoured the internet for some updated information and where I can accidentally bump into him this weekend, I discovered that he has just moved back to Toronto. 

Goodbye career, hello misery. I can't believe how sad I instantly was. Was I hoping for an admission of utter adoration upon our this reunion I was planning? Do I think that I ever cross his mind at all anymore? Should I have tried harder and called more?

So here I am with a playlist of Adele and Damien Rice, stuck momentarily in my ivory tower, forgetting about my new found success all in the name of some dude. 

He certainly made an impression. 

Day 6- No one should have to work out on Saturday

I worked out. I sweated. It hurt...but felt so good. 

Now going to work out at the club. See you on the flip side.

 

Day 4- So. Much. Jumping.

Funny thing how the more time you have, the less gets done. I had the day off today and so it seemed that I had all the time in the world to get my school work done, drop downtown, rest a little, do my workout. But the day still only has about 15 waking hours and they go by so fast without any structure. So alas, it's midnight and I've JUST finished my workout. I did get some biking and walking in between the assignments, but this was the last thing to do!

So day 4 is Pure Cardio which mean endless jumping and thinking I'm going to throw up for half an hour then cry. I was afraid that both of my boobs (Mary-Kate and Ashley- not because they are small, because each weighs as much as one of those twins) were just going to fly off and hit the ceiling. It did not feel pleasant. 

I wasn't able to do the whole routine through, and I opted for a lot of low intensity alternatives which they DON'T offer in the video! I've taken my share of jazzercise and box aerobics to know that you can always do a slightly easier variation of the exercise instead of just quitting. But that doesn't cut it for Shaun T. Only INSANITY! Kind of discouraging to not keep up with the video, but I know it's my first week and I've just got to stick to it. 

Noe to only resist the temptation of Wendy'd frosty's on a hot summer afternoon. That's another battle.