How YOU doin'?

This is Tara (left), me (three sheets to the wind and in the middle) and Rory (right) late into the night at the reception (see previous post).
I've got my "I've had a bit too much to drink" grin on.

Oh, the job interview went better than I thought. I was extremely hungover, but that's better than being violently ill from the chickpeas. I later heard that I came off as confident and articulate. I guess feeling really nauseous gets rid of those usual job-interview-jitters. I was offered the post the next day and started the day after that. Whoooooo! Employment!

I'm not bulimic or an alcoholic. I do this for medical reasons

I got an interview at the hospital I interned at!!!! It's to work as a case manager temporarily replacing a social worker who's on leave.

Yesterday my friends Ali and Jim got married. Mazel Tov! It was a lovely outdoor ceremony in Joliette, QC and they both looked radiant. Since Ali has been a strict vegan for many years, all the food at the reception was free of dairy, eggs and meat.
I have a rather severe allergy to chick peas, but she assured me the dinner would be fine.
Not thinking, I grabbed a canape when one was offered and ate it. I realized just a little bit too late that it had hummus on it.

The last time I had chick peas I was violently ill for about 48 hours. Since the job interview was the next morning, being sick was not an option. Carefully weighing the pros and cons, I elected to go yak it all out in the bathroom. So, dressed to the nines and crying, I eventually got rid of most of the chickpea badness.

I remember hearing that if you drink methanol the treatment is to have your stomach pumped and drink ethanol so you don't metabolize it. I don't know if it's actually true, but since there was an open bar, I thought I'd check it out, in the name of science. I proceeded to get kacked. Drinking on an extremely empty stomach meant I got sloppy quite quickly. I tried explaining to people that I was pounding back the booze to flush out the hummus, but some didn't seem too convinced. I don't remember embarassing myself too badly - just having a LOT of fun dancing and feeling pretty footloose and fancy free. Then going for a few more technicolour yawns.

This morning I was hungover, but not sick, so I guess it worked.
The job interview didn't go too well as a result. I had to ask them to repeat the questions quite a few times. I found out later today at our goodbye BBQ thing that four different case managers all called the head of the department and put in the good word for me. If I get the job it starts in a few days. Fingers crossed! Now I FINALLY get to sleep.

bucketisms

Tomorrow is my very last day at the hpspital for my internship. I've said goodbye to all my clients and wrapped up most of the paperwork. I miss it already but have applied to a ton of jobs there, so maybe they'll actually hire me for one sometime.

There's this guy who is always on the grounds who is the absolute greatest. Since he's not one of my clients and i don't even know his name i think i can write about him without breaking all those confidentiality rules that we spent a week learning.

He carries a bucket around (it's empty, I checked) and wears rubber boots at all times. He must be a classically trained actor because he has excellent enunciation and can really project.

He walks in circles around the building I work in and announces various things. Vanessa, my partner in crime and half of SteakShape (the next big thing, just wait for our new single to be released) and I think they're great, so we compiled a list. Imagine these being SHOUTED repeatedly and at random.

$9.99 is not ten dollars!

The sweltering heat! The bitter cold!

A boy in a man's world!

It's 54 degrees today in Mexico. That's very hot. (it was actually that hot that day. Dude reads the news.)

I had one directed to me. I had my knapsac on and was walking into work and he gave me my very own bucketism. He yelled "good student! go study!" I later also got "good student, study hard!"

This one is my absolute favourite. Call me and I'll shout it to you over the phone, the way its meant to be done.

The Greek girl beat me at arm wrestling

The Greek girl!
The Greek girl beat me at arm wrestling

I was HUMILIATED
Beaten - by a woman!
Beaten- by a girl.

A few months ago he shouted to me that I should play the lottery, since he won $20 and the tickets only cost $2.

I haven't seen him around in a long time. I hope they haven't medicated away his bucketisms.