He would fire me in a second if he read this.
off the draw:
This is my favourite picture of the year. It's even better than the one of Hossa and Havlat in Santa hats. This is from the Habs game on Thursday. It's nifty.
HAHA! I TOLD you Old Navy was the devil!
the score:
Didn't really pay too much attention tonight. I was too hyped up. I went to Caity's, with Sarah, and we were talking a lot as the game went by. Perhaps if we'd paid more attention, then they would have done better. But beer, you know?
However, fabulous play by my three favourite players: Prusek (Super-K!), Hossa (Fero) and Phillips (Philly). They were all amazing, and Philly scored after Ray scored, so all was brilliant. I love Philly. I decided tonight that he was to be Sarah's favourite player, because he and she have the same birthday. He's just six years older, is all. Anyway, and Pru made all the important saves. I was PRAYING that he would start tonight. PRAYING. And then Patty fell over himself and Super-K was in the net and alluvasudden I knew the game wouldn't end with Toronto kicking our asses. And Hossa! Sure, he didn't score, but did you see him at the end of the third and all through OT? He was anywhere and everywhere. And he looked really hot while he did it. *sigh*
Sorry, it's the beer talking. Everything else I've written here tonight was in a rational state. This isn't. Dave and Henna are here, and I got birthday presents today from people and everything is FABULOUS. WE DIDN'T LOSE!
off the ice:
WHY ARE WE STILL FIFTH? HOW COULD BOSTON WIN TONIGHT? THEY SUCK!
in other news:
Drew wasn't in class yesterday, so I wore my jersey in vain . . .
I also had THE most frustrating afternoon at work yesterday. On Fridays I only work in the afternoon, from 2:00 to 4:30. When I got there, Susanne was in, and so I didn't have a desk for the first hour, which is especially annoying, as I have a shitload of files to catch up on, wills and family law crap, etc. . . . And there's an accounting problem that I walked in on half-way through, and everyone was running around, asking questions I didn't know the answers to.
Then the goobermonster started to rant.
We have this client whose wife ran off with this woman she met on the internet. Having met her husband, I don't really blame her. But her new girlfriend is evil, and so is she. The wife went to Portugal (they're Portuguese) to meet this woman, who is Brazillian, taking her daughters, and got kicked out of her mother's house, because her mother didn't approve of the lesbian relationship. So they moved in with a bad crowd. The oldest daughter called home to daddy, asking him to come get them. He came, and the wife prevented access to the children, sometimes even locking them in the apartment while she went out with her girlfriend. The case is a little more complex than this, but it was about this part of it that the goobermonster began to expectorate. Apparently, according to him, this was a house full of "queers," and there had been involvement with the Children's Aid Society because -- so he said -- being exposed to a "house full of queers" is tantamount to child abuse, and the children should be put in protective custody, or in the custody of the father.
I was standing next to him at the time, thinking
don't deck him, don't deck him, but Jen was a safe distance away and said something like, "I know we have
different opinions, but I don't see being exposed to gay people as abuse." And off the goobermonster went again.
Then we got a call from the solicitor for the wife. I can't deal with this woman -- she stresses me out, because she's always so flustered. So the two laywers talked for sometime, their voices getting increasingly louder and higher as the conversation went on. It eventually degenerated into name-calling, and then one of them hung up. The goobermonster came tearing out of his office, ranting about "lady lawyers" and how useless they were and how they should just stay at home, because that was all they were good for.
Then he left. Jen and I thought we had never been more offended in our lives.
But then he came back. As Jen and I were leaving for the day, the goobermonster brought up hockey. I had previously told him my plan for my master's degree, which I now regret, because he only laughs at it. He laughs whenever I bring up anthropology in general, and always tries to argue anthropology with me, trying to make it seem that he knows more about it than I do. Anyway, he asked me what I was going to do after my degrees were done. I told him that by then, I figured I would have enough knowledge about players and administration and everything to maybe get a job in the league, like as a scout. He laughed uproariously. "You? A SCOUT? Don't you have to be a hockey player to be a scout?" I pointed out that, no, that wasn't necessary; you just had to have an eye for a good player. He then said something to the effect that I did have an eye for a good player -- a good-looking player -- and that I should just marry a player and get it over with, because that was the only reason I was doing this whole thing. Then, all patronizing-like, he leaned in and said, "I think you should rethink THAT whole career move."
Well FUCK YOU. Fuck you for not only being the complete antithesis of encouraging, but also for going out of your way to imply that there was no way in hell that I, as a woman, would know anything about what I was doing, and might actually be good enough at it to do it for a career. Fuck.
I'm sorry, I know I complain about the goobermonster a lot. If he weren't such a fascist who was completely opposed to constructive criticism, I might be a happier employee. But he's a total nazi. I disagree with everything he stands for, and his approach to the failings and foibles of mankind, along with many of its strengths, leaves me feeling ill. It scares me that people like him are in charge. It really scares me.
I know, I could just quit. But where can I possibly find a job that pays me 12$/h, and is close to my house so that I can go to school and work at the same time? In fact, where am I going to find a job, period? I've had friends who have been looking for work in this city for six months and have found NOTHING. Not even the McJobs are hiring. So I'm stuck. Unless he reads this and fires me. Which could happen.
Posted by Ally at March 27, 2004 12:00 AM