Fashion, Photos

“That’s a fine bit of bling missus!”

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I gots a new watch!

watch-small“That’s a fine bit of bling missus!!!!” Was the one and only sentence my Mom wrote back to me, after I sent her a picture of my watch. Hilarious, right? Thanks to Erin, I got it for  much cheaper than what I saw in the stores in Toronto! I’m going to definitely remove some of the links for my slim wrists — but I’m in lurrrve. Isn’t it a beaut?

I ended up going to the post office right after my “Boot Camp” workout last night. It had snowed some time while I was at work, and I walked out of the gym at 6:30 — and the traffic was absurd! I had to wait 3 or 4 stop lights just to make a left turn off my work’s street which isn’t normally busy. Ugh! I had to pick up my Boyfriend at his work, and we really should have just went home because I knew it would take forever to drive a kilometer to the post office. What should have been a 25 minute ordeal ended up taking a good hour and ten minutes. Needless to say, a quick supper was prepared. Elbow noodles, pasta sauce and cheese. My body hates me. Right after a good workout too. Oh well! You win some you lose some.

Post office news, let’s get to it. Apparently since they noticed I successfully picked up 4 different packages within the last month or so, they assumed that it was just a tangled mess in the system, where they send out “FINAL NOTICES” before the package gets picked up. I’m not one to wait around for the weekend (okay except that last time) to pick up my package. I’m usually there waiting for it the next business day at “13:00” when it’s scheduled to be there. Anyway. I have no idea what happened and I’m just going to let it slide. It wasn’t anything I ordered because if so, it would have been sent to my work because … I predict these type of hassles!

Alright folks. I’m working at the other branch today, and going to give my boss her Christmas present today. Yay!

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Daily, Wasting Time

Bad things come in 3’s

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Why must that happen? Why can’t good things come in three’s and bad things just happen one at a time? I tell you, it’s very frustrating. Let me get situated here and tell you all about my mini-ordeals going on this week.

One: Last Thursday I received a “Final Notice” Canada Post packaging slip in my apartment mail box (in the door slot), and since I had already been to the post office a day prior, waiting for the lunchtime rush, I decided to wait until the weekend to pick up my parcel. Safe bet, seeing as it said on the notice itself that it will be held until December 19. I went in and showed my postal slip and it wasn’t there. Same thing happened to a girl earlier that day. My parcel was either sent back or never retrieved. Um, I only received the mail slip 3 days ago. The postal worker took my slip of paper and wrote down my telephone number for someone to call me in the morning — Monday morning. No one bothered to call me yesterday about it, so I phoned them myself … a few times.  I decided to finally leave a voice mail. Again, no returned phone call. I called this morning and left another (fierce) voice mail. If I don’t hear back from them today, I’m going IN again. Waste of my time, but where the EFF did my package go? Seriously.

Two: I ordered a couple of things on Etsy from Bejing on October 31. A day after someone else had ordered the same bracelets online, but she was located in Texas. Texas lady had already received her bracelets weeks ago. While I’m going on week 8 waiting for mine. I e-mailed the Etsy seller asking for my money back as I stated in 3 previous convo’s to her that it was a Christmas present and would be TOTALLY useless if I received it after the fact. “Let’s wait one more week and then we’ll see what’s happened” she replies. Wait until December 21 to get my money back? Okay. Negative feedback for you as well? Okay. Guaranteed. I ordered it way in advance of the Christmas rush in order to get it before Christmas arrives. I’ll never be ordering from her again.

Three: In September I subscribed to 3 different magazines from a co-workers child who was giving out discounted magazine prices from a catalog. I picked Elle, Flare and Real Simple. In late November my credit card was debited $55 — to cover the cost of the three magazines. Yesterday I received a bill in the mail from Elle asking me to pay the subscription fee. I was confused because I had already paid for the full 12 month issues for all three magazines. I tried searching Elle Canada’s website for a phone number to call, but couldn’t locate one. So I decided to shoot them an e-mail. Of course I no longer have that proof of purchase from my subscription because it was debited $55 from my credit card. I better get my magazines, or my money back.

Why do I feel like I’m being screwed over in every way possible?

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OOTD, Photos

We’ll rant & we’ll roar, like true Newfoundlanders

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To compliment the post-week wrap up, we have the post-weekend wrap up. Seeing as I somehow got out of updating this whole weekend and just published an incoherent point form post early Saturday afternoon, I decided I was in dire need of a photo post!

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xmasparty1The company Christmas party was a hoot. For some reason all DJs love to cater and play music that 50 year olds enjoy. Sometimes, I don’t want to hear only 70’s, and 80’s tunes. Where’s Lady Gaga,  and Brittany? Do they belong in the same sentence? Sorry folks. I love both those ladies. We had a chance to log into the DJs website weeks prior to the Christmas Party, however his website lacked easy navigation and I was completely lost and gave up after minutes of trying. After all, I’m not on the Social Committee, nor did I care that much to play new music. Needless to say, we didn’t stay very long after the dance started. (More photos available on my flickr account).

But — I did have a few scuff’s on the floor with the CEO wanting to learn how to dance the Newfie Jig. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me because I kind of have my own version of the Newfie Jig … and this year there were two other Newfoundlanders at the Christmas party in attendance, who were too timid to get up on the dance floor with me to dance to Heave Away. I failed miserably because I was the designated driver, and since there were only two of us on the dance floor I felt pretty self conscious and felt like a teenager learning how to dance again. So embarrassing. But get a few drinks in me and I’ll tear up the dance floor and show you how to jig. It was fun though, everyone enjoyed my version of it. Even my boyfriend (who is also a “newf”) joined in.

We even won a DOOR PRIZE. I’m guesstimating there were 80 people at the Christmas Party and I was the second number drawn from the list of prizes. We got to choose what one we wanted, and as one should — I had already scoped out the prized (mainly because I helped buy them) and knew which one to grab. The whole crowd ended up applauding for me — I think because they knew that I was on a mission to get what I had my eye on. Actually, Scott and I scoped out the door prize table and he pointed out in a joking matter which gifts he’d want. Seeing as I knew what most of the gift were, I wasn’t that adamant about getting one for myself — so when my name was drawn, I bounced off my seat and ran for the belgium beer. Too bad I hate beer. I’m a great girlfriend.

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wrapping-giftsChanging the subject here, I woke up on Sunday morning at 7am only to find my Boyfriend still playing Borderlands on the PS3. I’m not even going to tell you how long he was playing it for, but I told him “GIT” to bed, because it was getting a little ridiculous. I slept a few hours longer and headed out to pick up my parcel from Canada Post, only to have it sent back – the mail woman had no idea what happened and all she did was take my phone number down. I hope I get my package? I don’t know what was up with that. So I headed out to Dollarama to get some wrapping paper and started wrapping the gifts I’m bringing home to my parents in Newfoundland. My Brother is out on the oil rigs in Newfoundland now, and won’t get back until December 28, where he’ll then open a few pressie’s from us, and pack up more presents to bring back to the fam in Ireland. I think I literally need to bring two suitcases back. From all the samples (razors, deodorant, body wash, laundry detergent) I accumulated over the year — it’s gotten pretty heavy.

Alright. Gotta go get ready for work! Bye lovies!

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