The evening was perfect - Jack & Coke, Red Hot Blues chips, passionate hockey fans, and lots of energy to burn while yelling at the tv.
"Come on! Shoot it! It's right there! ARRRGGGHHH!!"
But alas, the Wings had an embarassing shut-out against Nashville. Nashville?! How the heck can we be beat by them southern folk?! They sound even sillier than Canadians!! (No offense to Canadians - I love that accent, eh?!) The commentary I heard afterwards was absolutely stellar: "What the Wings didn't do, was move the puck well." No shit.
Met a cool guy by the name of Amadeo. Don't actually know how to spell it either but it's important enough that I'd like to remember it. I don't know how he does it - he's from Novi, but he's COOL. He's outdoorsy and is actually participating in the adventure race in Pinckney that I've been asking people about! Crazy coincidence. He's climbed Long's Peak in Rocky Mt - I didn't even get to climb it this summer. He's even one of those cool people that you see in JUNE with his snowboard strapped up to a truck going thru Rocky, subsequently hiking to the top of one of the last snow-capped mountains in the park (in his case, Flattop), and taking one last summer ride. He mt. bikes Pinckney (which is pretty hard - haven't done it in a while but I remember it being sketchy for my skill level) and is a paramedic, in hopes of going to grad school. He also knows how to surf. It's all that I aspire to be! (Except the med school part). Hold your horses kids - he's cool but he's also hooked up. Definitely a name I want to remember so I can have a new climbing/biking/adventure partner, assuming I ever see him again.
Once again, one of the S-girls takes a stand. I have to admit, the three of us have many differences but we are all definitely assertive, take-shit-from-noone type of people. I think all of us have had run-ins with our employers in some form or another, and we speak up when something is just not right. Not needlessly whiney but standing up for what we believe to be good and just. Well Sue was being shat upon at work about her clothes. I saw what she was wearing and she looked good, but apparently to the old ladies at her work, it's unacceptable. After being scolded by this one woman in particular every time she came in - "Your pants are too baggy! Your shirt is too big!" - and for being late, though she distinctly told the higher authorities in advance, she decided to tell her boss what was on her mind. Let me put it like this - you don't want to mess with Linda or myself, but we pale in comparison to a truly fervered Sue. Don't know where she gets it from, but she has the gall, the attitude, and the pure vocal strength to smack down anyone who steps outta line. And I mean that in the nicest way - we don't always (usually) get along but she has my respect there.
Anyway, she told her boss that if they have a problem with her clothing, then they can fire her right then and there because she doesn't have the money - they don't pay her enough or give her enough hours - to be able to just run off and buy clothes because they don't think they hug her butt enough (cooch clingers I think she called them, haha!). The boss apparently had no idea, she hadn't heard anything about her clothes being a problem - which, Sue says, means that this old hag that has been yelling at her was making things up, saying that the "boss" told her that she was dressing badly. She also asked another girl, wearing a black shirt (she was told not to wear black) if she's even been yelled at, and she and a few other girls said no. So she told her straight up that the next time somebody says something about her outfit, she's quitting on the spot - doesn't matter if she just walked in the door, or if she's with a customer, she's just walking right out without two weeks notice, because this is ridiculous. There's more to it but it's complicated. Amen, sister!
Now she too wants to apply to novi. We just never leave, do we. I might or might not take the physical agility test for the firefighter position after all. I didn't originally because I didn't intend on being in town this long; now it looks like I might stick around for a while. Don't even know why I bothered applying to grad school - I want to be a writer, or an outdoor guide. I should go to Outward Bound instead and take an instructor course. I just can't take the plunge and dish out $6,000 though. I know in my heart it's what I SHOULD do, but financially I just can't. And I know I'd never be able to live in Michigan if I did that - all the adventure and wilderness is out of state. I love the west but something about the hardwoods and lakes and seasons ofMichigan just keeps me here. And a usually excellent hockey team of course. Oh, and Joey Harrington too I guess. ;)
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i added a mixed drinks website to my links. it even has the nutritional information. not that anyone actually pays attention to that besides me (my pretend diet), but it's a good refresher on how to mix shots. did you know I took a bartending course? not much i haven't done, is there. hee hee. :)
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