FEELING THE COLD

February 24, 2010
LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Nothing new happens today, even if you're pining for some action -- so relish what you've got! It's a good time to stick with what you know and double down on projects that have already paid off.

Laura’s Log:
Day Three at Deer Lake Auto Shop and The Cold War continues. I arrived at work to find a legal pad on my desk with two pages of notes on things I needed to do. Old-fashioned email. Unfortunately, I can’t read most of the handwriting. When I asked Sergi if they were his notes, he turned and walked with urgency to straighten the thingamajigs on the window aisle. Rita, Andrei and Karl responded similarly. The displays will be immaculate by the time I’m done here.

I called Lucy during my coffee break—obviously, chitchatting with my colleagues was out of the question—and she’s apparently still miffed that I’m not praising and rallying behind her protest efforts. She hung up after I said, “Hi Lu—.” Naturally, I assumed we’d been cut off so I immediately called back. She managed to cram five expletives in a single sentence, serving as the noun, the verb and a superfluous string of adjectives. Then, the dial tone. Definitely a problem with the connection—familial, as opposed to technological. Seems like I’ll have to wait this one out. Lucy tends to devote her rage toward one family member at a time. I’m betting Mom or Marella will draw her ire before week’s end. In the meantime, we’re in a holding pattern. Then we can go back to dancing around our contrasting existences.

Dinner tonight at Hon’s with Tamara. She’s still seething over Andy’s comment at brunch on the weekend when he butted into our group commiserating session and asserted she should follow Bradley to Edmonton. He actually used the phrase “stand by your man” and there wasn’t a trace of jest in his voice. Even Nadia winced before shifting the conversation to those cute Canada toques on sale at The Bay, proving yet again the value of an adaptable fashion accessory.

Sergi, Lucy, Tamara,…seems I’m immersed in a world where the best I can do is negotiate temporary cease-fires. How do I phrase that on my résumé?

KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
I DON’T SEEM TO HAVE CURED MY OBSESSIVENESS. I’VE MERELY TRANSFERRED IT FROM CLARA TO THE WOMEN WHO IGNORE ME ON THE PLENTY OF FISH DATING WEBSITE. WTF?! IT IS GOOD TO REALIZE I HAVEN’T HAD A THOUGHT ABOUT CLARA IN ALMOST A WEEK THOUGH. OLYMPIC FEVER IN VANCOUVER HAS HELPED. BUT NOW I FIND MYSELF CHECKING THE POF SITE MULTIPLE TIMES EACH DAY TO SEE IF KITSKAYAKER, WESTENDRUNNER OR MKWLADY—WHATEVER “MKW” STANDS FOR—HAS REPLIED TO MY WARM, WITTY OPENING MESSAGE. NYET. I SUPPOSE THERE’S A FINE LINE B/W WARM/WITTY & DOWNRIGHT ICKY. I SEEM TO CROSS IT TOO OFTEN. WHERE CAN I FIND A DATING COACH?

FOR NOW, I’M JUST GOING TO TUNE OUT MY UNLUCKY IN LOVE NICHE & TUNE IN TO CANADA-RUSSIA HOCKEY.