45 minutes


45 minutes is about the exact amount of sleep I received 2 nights ago.  Stewie was crying and wailing, hitting and pinching.  OY.

Last night – 3 hours, then he wanted “Mummy”.  Came into our bed.  More kvetching, hitting and pinching.   5:15am he was in the kitchen with me eating cheese sticks…

We went out tonight and had a great time with friends.  Ate Indian food, walked in the mall, had coffee, then went to Wal-Mart.  Now I’m beat.  Good thing I actually went and worked out at the gym I joined yesterday.  Right near my office. 

Right now we are in bed watching Law & Order on PVR.  I’m blogging.  Even reading other blogs… About time!

Nite  all

Happy 4th birthday Linus!


Linus.

Today is your 4th birthday.  WOW. 

You have a lot of hair (I’m so jealous), and you announced that you are going to learn to wipe your own bum when you are 10.  OY.

You love carrying around things in bags more than the things themselves.  You keep your fingers in your mouth way too much for my liking.   You leave the table way too often during meals and you are always tired because you jump out of bed at 7:00 on your clock eventhough you are still tired.

I love you so much!!!

Happy 4th birthday buddy.

Since you sitting beside me as I type this, let’s go get your birthday present!!!

The good die young… Too young…


A friend of mine passed away Christmas day after a 2-year long battle with cancer.  His second time fighting this terrible disease.  He was only 33 years old.  He left behind a young wife, and 2 very young children. 

Him and I got to know each other through ball-hockey.  Him and a few of his teammates (including his brother) joined my team.  We eventually won a few championships.  Over the next 5 years we bonded.  He met his wife, I met my wife, both of us married and the team continued to thrive.  Along came children and both of us too time off from playing to spend time at home.  Our paths crossed again at functions for the children.  He was a good guy.  Considerate, always willing to stand up for a teammate and he was respected by everyone.  He had the job, the house, the wife, and the sense of humour. 

We had spoken several times in the past few months just to see how he was doing while fighting this terrible disease and each time he would sluff it off. He was sick, he knew that, and he knew beating this disease would be a hard battle but he was very positive and didn’t want to dwell on his illness because it was like imposing his misfortune on others and that was not what he liked to do.  Always positive, always considerate of others.

In the eulogy his wife gave, she mentioned the same things.  He left them with a confidence that they would be able to continue without him. We all will. But we will never forget him for the person he was. He was a great guy.

Incidentially, his brother chose not to attend the funeral.  Apparently old grudges are more important. I also feel sorry for his parents.  They lost their son and have to deal with people talking about the poor decision their other son made.  It is not about him but he wants people to talk about him, and they did.  He’s pathetic.

RIP my friend, my teammate.  I’m sorry we never got to have that one last ball-hockey game so you could have retired on your terms.  Everytime I go to play, I’ll remember you and your number 12.

Gone but never forgotten.

Snowmageddon


I survived!

Anyone else have any experiences with the storm that rocked the Southern Ontario / North Eastern USA?  Only took me an hour and a half to make it home from the office yesterday, normally a 30-40 minute trip depending on the time of day… The ploughs made it out at 11pm last night… Nice!  It’s not like they didn’t know it was going to snow, right?

Even had a chance to blog about it on the National Post live blog.  Gave my input about conditions in Richmond Hill (North of Toronto) and had some clients reporting in from the streets in the area and the 407 toll highway.  Followed it on twitter as it became the top trend for most of yesterday.

Warning: Foul language inside…


This is an open letter to the douche bag that I used to work with who decided in some sick way that it would be fun to google my name, print my LinkedIn profile and send it anonymously to my former group manager with a note attached to it that read something to the extent of, “Is this what a person on parental leave should be doing on their leave?”

What a stupid fucking bitch (I’m pretty sure I know who did this).

I suspect she thought this was a great idea… Revenge (for what, who knows?) I think she thought this was something she needed to do.  Forget the fact that I have been gone from there for almost 4 months and that I have NO intention of ever going back.  I chose not to resign because, well, I didn’t have to. 

Guess what?  Still don’t.

Had a – what I thought to be – private meeting with former group manager and former Team Leader plus a union representative and we talked about me.  Group Manager asked me questions about working on my leave that led me to believe that he knew something but didn’t tell me what he knew, so I answered his questions honestly.  At one point he asked me if I actually prepared tax forms… Hoping I’m sure that I would say yes, and thus be in conflict, but I looked him right in the eye and asked him if he prepares tax returns in his position.  He looked puzzled and asked me the question again.  I again asked him the same question right back.  He shrugged his shoulders and responded in the negative.  I smirked at him and said, “Hey, were at the same level now.  If you don’t prepare them, why would I”.  He didn’t look pleased but went on to the next question.  After a few more questions, we pulled out this secret print out he received and let me look at it.  I was pissed.  I flipped it back to him and acknowledged it was 100% accurate but that none of it changed the fact that there is no conflict of interest.  I work different types of tax, I didn’t leave for this job, but went on leave and found it.  He knows I’ve been frustrated that I was unable to advance in my former position, finding a team leader job even while being the only staff member with a MBA.  He knew this was my third leave – 2 parental and this one personal, and he didn’t seem too concerned that I had found work that was now no longer in conflict.  His ass was covered, so was mine.

Then comes today…

Not half a day went by before someone approached my sister and wanted to verify a rumour that I was in the building yesterday, had a meeting with the manager for getting caught working as a manager while on leave as a result of someone sending in a copy of my LinkedIn profile.  Pretty detailed, eh?

Then came a facebook message from a fellow blogger asking if the rumour of this meeting and my subsequent firing was true.

So much for that confidential meeting… Someone is getting an ear full from me tomorrow.  I was disappointed upon leaving in April that no one seemed to know, or care, that I was gone.  I was wrong.  There was one psycho who still wanted to.  I hope she sleeps better now knowing she got me.  But boy will she be disappointed to find out that nothing came from this meeting, that I was probably going to resign into the new year anyway once my probation ended and that, quite frankly, knowing now that it’s out in the open makes me feel WAY better.  I’m relived.

Now everyone is talking about me, and I don’t care.  I liked sneaking out and only having a few know where I was. 

I should tell them I’ve been fired and now they’ll be no holiday cheer in the UrbanDaddy household and…  Naw.  I’m done with working in Kindergarden.  I have a real job, with real responsibilities, and for the first time in 10 years I’m using my brain.  If I were a vengeful person I’d be wishing this person bad, but I’m not and in my heart of hearts I feel sorry for her.  She’s sick and needs help.  She wanted to hurt me.  She’s done it before to so many people.  I feel sorry for her, but not sorry enough to resign.  I want to ride this out as long as I can just because I can. 

I’m still pissed, but getting over it.

Dumb bitch.

:)