The day began ignominiously at 4 a.m. when my cat woke me up by running around in circles on top of the bed and leaping over my head. Although I kept yelling at her to stop, she kept on circling. This was despite my clear memory of putting food in her dish before going to bed to stifle the kitty-alarm-clock. During a lull in her campaign to get me up, I started to fall sleep, only to be jolted awake by a sudden, loud "MEOW!" right in my ear, and the sight of an irate furry face one inch from my eyes. I jumped out of bed and found the cat's food dish empty!
It took me forever to get back to sleep. Around 7 a.m. I was jolted awake again, by a crash from the living room. I rushed out to see that the tower of videotapes with my TV black-switching-box on top had collapsed, leaving the box dangling by its wires--and my ability to catch the digital signal compromised.
I was fuzzy-headed all day, and consequently even more clumsy than usual. At one point as I was dusting a bookcase, I knocked over a pile of books, which fell on a glass of water, knocking it over and flooding the digital box remote control.
Then, with fall here and the heat turned on, I needed to hook up my humidifier to give my place its wintertime rainforest atmosphere. I decided to take the humidifier apart to clean it, and was shocked to see inside a huge amount of what looked like fine, grey sand. I dumped this into the garbage, and then noticed that the sand had corroded all the inner mechanisms--rendering the humidifier useless.
Since I'm determined to find work these days, I apply for many different positions. Some companies have online application forms that "extract" information from your resume and randomly dump it into various fields. This always screws up the information. I've wasted a lot of time reformatting the details of my resume, when really, isn't it easier for HR people to simply print off a resume and read it? This seems like a case of bad use of technology. Just because you can create an online application for jobs doesn't mean you should; it's far less efficient than receiving resumes by email. Time is precious, and I resent redundant user experiences that crunch my time.
The weather that night was horrendous, and I wimped out of walking up to Bloor. This meant enduring the Bathurst streetcar. I got a seat, but then had some guy and his big belly right in my face. Why is it that certain men stand really close to seated women on streetcars so that their crotches are right in our faces? To make things worse, the guy was reading a paperback, which was positioned about two inches from my forehead. It took every ounce of control for me to not activate some of the skills I learned last weekend at my women's self-defense course!
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