So I just spent the last two hours doing a Canadian Forces
service-wide questionnaire designed to deduce exactly what tasks you
perform at your current job, and the knowledge needed to perform
them. After answering several hundred multiple-choice questions, I
realised that I have to know practically everything, but I
don't actually do anything. Obviously I deserve a raise.
The only question that
really annoyed me was the one that asked how long you've held your
a. 1-3 yrs
b. 4-7 yrs
c. 7-9 yrs
d. more than 10 yrs.
You know your screwed
when you've got so much time in rank they've given up trying to
accurately quantify it. Grrr.....
There are a lot of sports I don't get, but biathlon has to be up
there at the top of the list. I mean, here I am, running along, and
one of the other competitors pass me. And I have a rifle...
I met Pen in town last night for dinner, and then a movie
afterwards, but she was feeling ill so we skipped the movie. She
called in sick to work today, so I did too so I could stay home and
take care of her. She really is rather pathetic when she's
sick--kind of like a soggy Cat from Breakfast at Tiffany's.
Luckily we're both salary workers, so staying home isn't a hardship.
Hey, someone has to keep us in the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese we've
become accustomed to. (None of that no-name Dollar Store brand for
us. We'se hi-falut'n.)
So I queried an agent, who then requested a partial. So I sent them
the partial, and now they've requested the complete manuscript. I'd
really appreciate it if everyone would cross whatever part of their
anatomy they deem lucky on my behalf.
So I mailed off the manuscript to the agent that requested it.
Hopefully the next step in the process is an offer to represent
me--unless they want me to fly down and read it to them in the
original Canadian. "It was a dark and stormy night, eh. I'd just
settled down with some Timbits and a double double..."
Oh yeah, does anyone have any idea what this
website is, what language it's in, and why my poem that was
published in SH is on it under the link on the left called
Quick, someone tell me that everything's going to be all right,
things will get better, and my luck will change. Wait....I just did.
I had to do Part 1 of my medical examination yesterday. Apparently
when you're ancient in the CF you need a complete medical workup
every 2 years, and since I qualified as ancient 5 years ago and
hadn't had one yet, they decided I'm overdue. I had to fast the
night before, which sucks, because even if you don't normally eat at
night, when someone tells you that you can't you're suddenly
ravenous. By 22:00 I would even have eaten some of that mystery
cheese (Smells bad; looks worse) my wife likes.
So I get to the Base
Hospital for my 7:30 appointment, and have to wait in this long line
just to tell the receptionist that I'm here for my 7:30 appointment.
After waiting 20 minutes, the conversation went something like this:
Me: I have an appointment for my Part 1 Medical at seven
Receptionist (looks puzzled): I'm sorry, but we don't have
any appointments starting at seven thirty--unless it's for a Part 1
Me (blinks): I have an appointment for my Part 1 Medical at
Receptionist: Oh, then just report to Medical Records. You
don't have to wait in this line.
Medical records gave me a
clipboard with a sheaf of paperwork to fill out, and told me to go
wait at the lab to have my blood work done. Of course, when I got to
the lab there was already eight guys there with the same clipboard.
Note: It is not a good idea to make a bunch of military men
who have been fasting all night wait around for over an hour and a
half to get their blood work done.
Eventually they took four
vials of blood, and told me to pee in a cup. (And not a coffee cup
either--although I don't think it's fair that she should get so
worked up when it's her fault for not being more specific.)
After that they checked
my vision and hearing. Yep, I can still see and hear--I'm just more
discriminating now. ("Sorry, sir, I would have saluted you,
but I didn't see you, honest. No, I didn't hear you holler for me to
halt.") Finally, they checked my immunization record. Seems I'm
good, unless they send me somewhere where I might contract malaria,
then I'll need a booster because lord knows they wouldn't want me to
catch that--again. (Gee, this needle worked so well last time. Where
do I sign up for another?)
I have my Part 2 medical
next week. I'm not sure what it entails--maybe a psych evaluation. I
figure they should have given me that first, and saved all the
bother with the rest of the tests.
Pen and I saw V for Vendetta yesterday, at the I-Max.
There were only about five other people in the theatre, so
it was kind of like a private showing. I loved it, pretty
much for all the same reasons everyone else has already
mentioned. There's just one thing bothering me. Most
people have mentioned how V isn't necessarily one of the
good guys, that his motives may not be so noble, that he
may not even be sane, and blah blah blah...
What bothers me is that I
identified with him completely. Okay, maybe his
indoctrination of Evey was a little over the top, but
other than that...
So what does that say
I'm suffering from a total lack of energy lately.
Apparently a lot of you are too. Ten years ago we'd have
blamed it on the Russians bombarding us with their
patented Suck Your Will to Live rays. Ever since the fall,
though, they couldn't afford to replace the batteries in
the SYWTL ray gun cause of budget cuts.
So, it must be the
Chinese. The Chinese are the new Russians.
And it was my wife's birthday yesterday. She's still
way younger than I am. *ahem*
H A P P Y
B I R T H D A Y P E N!!!
They say that you have to make your own luck. That good
things happen to people who make them happen. Maybe that's
true. All I know is that I've done everything I can think
of to get the things I want:
1. I have a good marriage.
2. I have a clean bill of health--as do my loved ones.
3. Pen and I are making okay money, and our daughter will
be finished University soon--which is like winning the
4. I have a lottery ticket. (2, actually).
5. I finished writing the second book in a series, and
it's currently under consideration by an agent.
6. I'm off to Ad Astra this weekend, and Eeriecon at the
end of the month.
7. Our band auditioned a singer last night that we feel
will work out perfectly, so odds are good that the band is
a go again.
So I've done everything I
can to ensure that my life goes the way I would like it
to. Now all life has to do is cooperate. Let's see how
that works out for me.