i haven't heard from crazy so far, but it's still morning and there's plenty of day left for her to screw up. 

you know, i read her 8-page objection. as it turns out, it's a reasonably well written piece of fiction. *sigh*  it would be easier to demonstrate her nuttiness if i had, say, drool stains to work with. too bad it was faxed. 

crazy: i have an 8-page objection to the eviction notice i received. i've given my account of the incidents in question and given my reason why i'm not moving out. will you have time to review it tonight?

emma: no.

crazy: well, i'd like to have this resolved by tomorrow at noon. shall i call you then?

emma: ohhhhh, hmmmm, um, probably not. i have a staff meeting and so much stuff on the go. i'll have to see how my morning shapes up. 

crazy: *sputter* so are you going to call me?

emma: yes. i'll call you. *rolls eyes*

it took all my strength to refrain from asking if there was a reason for her boyfriend standing (i shit you not) *bare ass naked* in the hallway while she screamed for my building manager to open the door. 

so, this morning i'm in my staff meeting and guess who's calling the front desk every two minutes? yep: crazy! she kept calling the front desk where we can see her number popping up on caller id. finally, one person got fed up with it, answered, and said, "we can't really give you a response until all the statements are in from everyone else involved." i'm hoping she understands that her neighbours are not, as she thinks, on her side. she'll be in for a surprise come court day when all the witnesses come forward. she must be operating on the assumption that she can charm the pants off the judge. 

our building manager is supposed to get one of the screaming at the door episodes on a tape recorder. i'm not sure why she didn't think of that before. i would have. i might have even called the police to let them hear her. whatever. 

people. 

i have a building manager, who, for the most part, does a good job. unfortunately, she allows certain of her tenants to run roughshod over her. 

she has one tenant who's particularly nutty. she screams (really screams) about every little thing that annoys her. it's pretty abusive. she'll scream at her in the hallway. she'll bang on her door and scream for her to, "get out! i know you're in there!" understandably, my manager is upset.

my manager wanted me to write a letter, as if *that* would garner her some respect. i told her to deliver an eviction order for disturbing other tenants' peaceful enjoyment of their homes and for disrupting the managers' ability to do their normal work. 

this tenant would only scream at my manager - not her husband, certainly not at those of us at head office when she called to complain. it's like night and day. 

we're probably going to end up in court for an order of possession. fortunately, there are a number of other people who've seen the crazy side (and want it gone) who are willing to put it in writing. 

personally, i think you only take the abuse you're willing to take. the crazy lady must have gotten the idea somewhere that it was ok to bully the manager.

i'm going to have a spastic fit. i've got a coworker (t.i.w.c.m.a.i / that idiot who called me an idiot, if you'll recall) that i want to smack, i swear upon all that is holy. today, jill and i fell victim to her acerbic tongue. according to her, we don't actually do anything at the office; we get paid because we're related to the owners of the company ... oh, and some "idiot" (my mom / her boss) came up with the idea of having staff meetings for an hour every second or third thursday. 

bah. 

all of my coworkers are back! for the next four days anyway. words can't describe my happiness. 

the kat and i had an interesting weekend: we poured cement in the backyard, cleaned the house, went on an *almost* debauched adventure and spent sunday chilling out. i see that when i put it that way, it doesn't sound like a very interesting weekend, but the third item in the list had the potential to be interesting. maybe next time.

i'm awfully tired of my job; i think i need a vacation. let's see ... bean is gone all next week and i have reports to do in the week after that. maybe i'll take the week of the 23rd off. then, i'd be back at work for three days before leaving for pan fest.

hmmm...

i could handle that.

oh, tinapants: i ended up buying tool tickets on saturday. the kat didn't want to face the floor again and i wanted to try for good seats  :\  sorry sweetie. if you still want to go, let me know.

*sigh* more developments with coworkers just came in. i have *two* pregnant coworkers. not the married ones, mind you  ;P  i guess i'll be looking for employees in 7 months.

oh well - i get to see babies and that's fun times. i may not want kiddos of my own, but i like babysitting. (usually)

hm. mum needs help configuring her email at home, so i'm off. 

not only do i have a *monster* report to do within the next two days, i'm also covering off for my absent coworkers. *blink*

it's 4:30. i just want to stare at my screen and *blink*

i went to the second wedding in as many weeks this afternoon. this one was at hotel macdonald. you can't imagine my delight when i discovered that the wedding party (and audience) was made up of people i had *no* use for in high school. they were so cool back then. they seem to still think they are now. especially the short, tubby one. geh. it pains me to refrain from naming names here. i must email the tina with details...

the thing that annoyed me the most was the coolness. i get the distinct impression my coworker's new spouse does not like us. (us being me and my family / my coworker's employers.) my mom called me this afternoon and said she noticed the same thing. weird.  

yes, i'm the one with blue hair, but *they* really are the weird ones.  

this wedding was nothing like the first coworker's wedding. at that one, everyone was so warm and welcoming. you actually felt like you could hug the bride. there wasn't any of the pretension and stupidity that came with a hotel mac wedding and, indeed, people who desire to be seen celebrating in edmonton's poshest spot.  

incidentally, i wonder how many people will be ducking out to watch our beloved oilers.  

*sigh* she's a nice girl. i don't know how she managed to latch onto that guy. i suppose his hotness could be considered a redeeming quality. not in my world, but whatever.  

back to the oilers game i go...  

we're understaffed because not one, but *two* of my coworkers are getting (or have gotten) married and are on their honeymoons. this means that those of us not celebrating nuptials are busy as hell (and buying wedding gifts).

hence, a lack of updates here. blargh. i like updating my stupid blog because it helps me sort my thoughts. 

i'm looking forward to the 26th, when i can get back to my own stuff. 

i've been working on my next tattoo. i have a few ideas and i wish i wasn't the World's Worst Draw-er. at least i've got something on paper that i can show a *real* artist. i'll post a drawing when it's looking less awful. this one's going on the upper left side of my back. this tattoo has been a year in the making. now i just need to find someone to do the work.

gods! i just looked at the first week of july. this time bean is going away. *sigh* i'll get my turn for *three whole days* in august. hm. i should book more vacation time. 

i sent my cheque off to PanFest. i really, really hope i'm not on breakfast duty again. getting up at 4:30 am hurt. i requested dinner duty - here's hoping. 

i don't think i'll get to North Country Fair this year. i wanted to stay there for the solstice celebration afterwards, but it coincides with a couple of coworkers' weddings / honeymoons, so i don't think i should take time off for that. 

the kat and i spent the weekend working on the backyard (finally) with a couple of slav... er, friends. we fed them. soon we shall have a patio fit for kings. also, my hedge is planted and i am burned to a crisp.

i also came to realize just how hippie-ish we've become. while digging up the backyard, i commented that we didn't have any worms yet. the kat suggested that we buy them from a bait shop to 'set them free.' heh. i don't mind being a tree hugger, as bean calls me, but i intend on being a nice smelling hippie ... unlike what we put up with in northern california. *shudder* 

so last night's hockey game was sad, but, of course, turned out as my psychic kat predicted. (he's been right virtually every time.) i'm sad to see roloson out for the rest of the playoffs. *sigh* we could be ok though. we got through half a season without him.  :\

speaking of hockey, i would like to take a moment to textually bitch-slap every one of those idiots who's taken part in the whyte ave hyperbole. honestly. there was an incredible crowd on the street; probably 99.9% of them were *not* engaged in any 'hooligan'-type activity. 

as i understand it, jasper ave saw far worse displays of stupidity in 1984 ... perpetrated, no doubt, by the same people who cluck their tongues at today's degenerate youths. (i say that with sarcasm.)

as for those who bemoan the taxpayer dollars spent cleaning up after the party, they ought to think of a) the revenue generated by a successful hockey team and b) the benefit of bringing an entire community together in a spirit of camaraderie. sure, the celebration is a little primal, but it's a healthy form of catharsis.

this nonsense about a supposed riot is something the media has grabbed onto and, actually, created. the media really doesn't give a fig about edmonton's image and we ought to stand up for ourselves. bah.