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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy --> :: Friday, October 08, 2004 :: Went for a lovely dinner last night with a coworker. He and his partner made an amazing dinner. Of course, I ate so much I felt sick. And then they gave me some to take home! I really miss cooking. I need to do it more often. Clearly, it was not going to start this week as I didn't get home "on time" even once. But, on the somewhat-satisifed side, I am managing to keep a gazillion projects under control. I know from experience, if I have to do another week like this one, I will become a nasty, depressed girl. This Thanksgiving, I am giving thanks for long weekends. :: Cathy 6:13 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Wednesday, October 06, 2004 :: Is it already that time again? Time for my daily blog (OK, "daily"... I try at least!) It seems like a few minutes ago that I last wrote. And I was about to write a similar thing. I swore I'd never again be one of those people who work until they have to walk home in the dark - always the last in the office, with everyone telling them they should go home. A sad state of affairs that that's what my week has been like. And it all has to do with one project in an otherwise happy existence. Actually, it all has to with my inability to shrug off the perceived importance of this project. I mean, how many times have I told other people to really think hard about how important their work is... is anyone going to die? are babies going to suffer? is anyone going to bed hungry because I couldn't get my project plan out on time? No. And yet I have the drive inside me to continually ensure that I do the best job that I can do; that I not let anyone down, even when others let me down. To succeed, even when (especially when?) it's impossible. As I walked home tonight, I considered the twinkling lights of the city and the chirping crickets in the foliage and tried to fathom the number of organisms alive right now who really couldn't care less about a stupid web site or an irresponsible contractor. They're all out there, quietly living their lives in blissful ignorance of my so-called "emergencies". And now I sit, tapping away on my computer, listening to George Michael croon "Kissing a Fool" (one of my faves), thinking I need to sing more often. I'm pretty sure no one asks George why the files aren't uploaded yet or even thinks of inconveniencing him by missing their deadlines. Lucky George. :: Cathy 6:08 PM [+] :: 1 comments :: Tuesday, October 05, 2004 :: You know, when you work late, there really isn't much time for LIFE. Good thing I actually like what I do for the most part. And I managed to have a lovely walk home in the dark, listening to Norah Jones on my MP3 player. :: Cathy 7:44 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Monday, October 04, 2004 :: Over the weekend, I was going through all of my stuff that I have stored at my parents' house, and I came across shoe boxes full of old letters. "Dear Spanks," one read from the summer after first-year university, "I miss you!" Dave, of course, had cut out Batman characters and had put together a thoroughly dirty anagram for me. One from Raye and Scott, as they spent the summer together up in Sudbury, working on the Northern Lights music festival. Writing such warm and wonderful messages to me as to make me smile and tear-up all at once. One from Tanya, about finally breaking up with her boyfriend. One from Chris, my boyfriend at the time, talking excitedly about my upcoming birthday and with "you're so pretty" scrawled on the inside lip of the envelope. One from Evelyn, so sad and lonely in Toronto for the summer. Desperately wanting someone to come and visit her. Missing me. A whole shoe box dedicated to letters from Heather. Talking about Tigh-Na-Mara, the resort where she used to work and her boyfriends and wanna-be boyfriends, about school and about New Kids on the Block, from time to time. It made my heart ache for those years of love and loyalty. I remembered it all with such fondness that I almost felt that I was there, reliving the feelings. The fullness of my heart when I was with my friends. The outright love for the human race. :: Cathy 5:19 PM [+] :: 2 comments
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