About freakisms.

So I was watching Sex and the City tonight (Bravo Canada airs three old episodes every Monday night. We're still getting through season one. The crappy thing is that they're not showing them IN ORDER. Like, WTF.), and Carrie was pondering the fact that if there's a guy in Manhattan, over 30, who's single, there's something wrong about him, he must be a freak in SOME fashion.

A friend and I were talking on the phone after the show, and were talking about the freakish part, in particular.

So I'm curious. What's your freakish thing? Most everyone has one, or more, of these freakish things that make other people go "Huh, wha?!"

I'm not talking about biting your nails, unless you bite your toenails like Dave Lister. Nor am I talking about actual psychological disorders. I'm talking about your "normal" freakish thing.

My first girlfriend, for instance, had many things that could be considered freakish, but I'll pick one as an example. She used to pick at the skin around her fingernails constantly. Pick, pick, pick. Bite, bite, bite. Pick. Bite. Pick, pick. Drove me violently insane, even when I was in love with her, and after I fell out of love with her, it grew intolerable.

I'm turning off IP logging, feel free to post anonymously. So comment here and tell me what YOUR freakish thing is!

Ah, timezones.

It may still be May 4th on this side of the world, but it's May 5th over in Australia, so...

Happy birthday, ingole! Many happy returns. :)

Montreal is too damn small.

Going through job ads and find this cool ad looking for a junior graphic artist (that would be fine with me) and check out where they're located (no use in applying if it'll take me 90 minutes to get there and another 90 to get home), and come to a startling realization.

They're in the same building I worked in during my last job (as Marketing Coordinator).

This is the SECOND outfit I've checked out in the last month that's been located in that building.

I loathed that building. It's a refurbished factory, so it's HUGE (no wonder there are so many people there), and it's not that hard to get to or anything, but it's not near any commercial places, you know? Not that close to downtown, it's more in an industrial area with low-cost residential zones around it. That means the employees are reliant on the VERY BAD cafeteria for food, or they bring a lunch, because there's no Subway or McDonald's or anything like that down there.

These people are also probably French. Sigh. Well, I may as well send in my CV, eh? I don't need to take the job if it's offered to me, right? And if it's not going to be worth my time to sit in that damn building and shlep back and forth, I won't. Simple as that.