So yesterday I promised myself that I would make time to blog no matter what…an look I’m doing it.

The only problem is I’m not very good at making time so while I’m writing this I’m thinking about a thousand other things none of which are interesting enough to blog about.

I saw a lady this morning who I thought was walking down the street with a pigeon on her shoulder but it was just a fluffy scarf.

That’s it.

That’s the only exciting thing that happend today.

Yesterday Bert and I went for our belated anniversary dinner though - it was very nice and very expensive but we like to splurge once a year.

I had steak.

So did Bert.

I couldn’t finish mine and as the waiter whipped it away I had to fight down the urge to ask for a doogy bag. I figured even if I didn’t turn it into a steak sandwich for lunch today, the dog would have the best treat ever if only I could take it home.

But I don’t think fancy restaurants do doggy bags so I refrained.

Sorry I have been very bad about posting but I have an excuse…I’ve been very busy.

Friday was Bert’s birthday so we had a little get together (dinner, sledding and poker). At 2:30am I cashed out my poker chips and went to bed. At 4:30am I got up to pee and the rest of the game was just wrapping up. How anyone can think well enough to play poker at 4:30am is way beyond me.

Saturday and Sunday Bert’s parents were in town so the weekend was full with the usual family chaos - people rushing around left, right and center, to ensure that they can jam as much fun into the weekend as humanly possible. At one point we were all grumbling through a game of Trivial Pursuit because we were all tired, we were all grumpy, and none of us really wanted to be playing - but we were all damned determined not to admit it.

Yesterday war was officially declared between me and the HR guy. He told my boss to talk to me because, ‘Jaime’s playing games with me and if she keeps on playing she’s going to get hurt’. My boss told me to let him know if I ever have any problems with HR dinkhead. I’m not sure what games I’m playing but I hope I’m good at them - maybe I’ll make the HR games all-star team if I’m really lucky (and if I manage to avoid this mysterious HR game injury).

Sunday morning (painfully early) I’m off around the world…my plan is to sleep whenever and where ever I can - thus shall I defeat jet lag!

So I was rushing to work this morning already running late for my 9am teleconference (even though I left home 5 minutes early) because of a truck driving on the sidewalk, a pedestrian jam by the bus stop and three girls walking arm in arm at a literal snails pace whne suddenly someone stopped me to ask for directions.

In Spanish.

Now it’s been a while since I’ve spoken Spanish. I think I remembered left (iquierda?) and right (derecha?) but for the life of me I could not remember how to say road.

Everytime I tried to think of the word ‘camino’ popped into my head and I’m pretty sure that camino means truck. So my directions went something like this:

Go three trucks this way (frantically pointing west)

Then go right on St. Laurent Truck

Go one truck more and you’ve arrived / left (I know that for to arrive / to leave one is llevar and the other llegar but I can never remember which - I am realisitcally probably wrong on both)

I got an apology from my boss. I get the sense that he still thinks he’s right but at least he said sorry.

I should be happy enough with that right?

So my boss just called me a liar.

Actually he called me a liar about an hour ago but it’s taken me a while to calm down.

I gave him a document and 2 weeks later he finally gave me comments back. I went through the entire document in a day and a half and deleted the comments one by one as I addressed them.

There were about 100 comments to begin with.

By the end there were 12 comments that either just required answering a question or which suggested changes that I disagreed with.

I took the revised document plus these 12 comments and sat in my bosses office for half an hour going through all of them.

In the end there were only 2 that we didn’t get to so I made my own call.

On Saturday my boss sent an email berrating me for ignoring his comments and reminding me that my performance evaluation is based almost entirely on these two documents (which take up maybe 10% of my total work load).

I came in this morning to remind him that I had taken into account at least 95% of his comments.

He called me a liar.

He gave me one example - you didn’t mention coral reefs - and I pointed out the exact wording one line earlier where I mentioned coral reefs.

He gave me another example - you ignored my comment about fybos - I said I must have missed that one even though I was 99% sure it didn’t exist - he asked how I could possibly miss it when it’s right…oh wait a sec that comment, in fact, didn’t exist.

But there are plenty of other examples - he said - that prove that I am a liar.

I walked out.

Really I had to or else I was seriously going to blow a gasket.

I mean criticise my writing - fine, criticise my methodology - fine, call me a liar - not fine!