Archive for February, 2006

Grown-up problems in my grown-up apartment

February 28, 2006

My landlord was nice enough to give me a key to my new apartment a couple days early so I moved a bunch of my stuff in on Saturday. After buying out Ikea and dropping a second load off, my sister was taking a look around and happened to open the freezer to find what I think is every renter’s worst nightmare….cockroaches. Fortunately they were all dead, which I think is the only thing that kept me from falling on the floor in sobbing convulsions. But of course, where there are dead ones, there clearly were live ones at one point, and they’re probably still hanging around eating the crumbs off the floor, spreading terror and disease.

I think my landlord didn’t believe me when I told him because he kept asking me if I was sure and went on to name various other species of insects that it could possibly be. “No, I’m sure these are cockroaches”. He told me they’ve never had cockroaches in the past 12 years he’s owned the building, and I reeeeaaally want to believe him.

I spent the last couple of days having full-body shudders at the thought of cockroaches crawling around in my fridge and some occasional full forehead-to-desk contact at the very thought of having to deal with this problem.

Turns out I actually have a pretty terrific landlord. The exterminator is coming today while I’m at work and they’re treating the entire building as a preventative measure to make sure it’s dealt with the first time. Also, they’re going to get me a new fridge. Nice.

Now all I have to do is try to not think about cockroaches crawling into my ear while I’m sleeping there in the meantime.


Remember that time…

February 27, 2006

that my dad and my uncle smuggled beer into the hospital to bring to my grandfather? No? Well I do. It was yesterday.

Ok, well not exactly sneaking it, the nurses said he was allowed one a day but somehow it just feels wrong when my dad hands me a bottle of Coors and says “here, put this in your purse.” The man has had back surgery and two or three heart attacks in the past two weeks. Somehow I doubt that alcohol is going to be aiding in his recovery.

What a dangerous city we live in

February 23, 2006

This is just a reminder of how scary the streets are in this big tough city of Toronto. I hope all those poor people in the Annex remember to lock their doors tonight.

I’m not a deadbeat, I swear

February 21, 2006

Last night while I was eating dinner, my cell phone company called me up and informed me that I had yet to pay my most recent bill. Now being the very good bill-paying (and always on time, I might add) girl that I am I started to freak out a little bit thinking that they’re going to lay a huge interest charge on me, contact the credit bureau, my credit rating is going to go down, I’ll never be able to get a loan…and on and on. The lady on the phone wasn’t very nice about it either (why would she be, she thinks I’m a deadbeat) and asked me about 3 times if I wanted to pay it now. I finally got off the phone promising to pay it online immediately. Imagine my surprise when I looked at my bill online and realized that it was due only 3 days ago. That’s it?!?!?! By the shakedown I got you’d think I was 3 months behind in my payment.

My parents seemed to have a different take on the situation, saying that it was nice of them to call because they must have noticed that I always pay my bills on time and that there must have been some reason as to why this payment was late. Which, when you think about it, is a nice little thing to do, but everything the lady on the phone said clearly indicated it was not a friendly service call.

I have had nothing but problems with my service provider, but the kicker is that if I thought any of the other providers were marginally better I would have switched a long time ago. This cell company (not mentioning any names) was so much better before it got bought out by another, larger cell company. They actually wanted and needed your business back then and did anything to get it. Now you can choose between 3 equally bad service providers that charge you an arm and a leg for your usage and have terrible customer service. It would be nice if there were actually some sort of competition to get these companies to start working a little harder for your business.

For now, I’m just going to try to pay all my bills on time to avoid the judgmental phone operators.

What should I read next?

February 20, 2006

I have a habit of inhaling books which keeps me constantly asking people what good books they’ve read recently so I can get my next fix. I recently ran across this fabulous site that you can enter the title of a book that you liked and find similar books.

Now I can stop harassing people. I love it.

All grown up

February 20, 2006

It’s official. I’m a beacher. I signed my lease Friday night, paid my deposit and I can move in March 1st.

I’m such a grownup now! I’m living all by myself in my one-bedroom, mommy and daddy aren’t paying my rent anymore. I have officially entered the realm of adulthood. And it only took me 23 years to get here.

My parents are definitely going to cry when I move out.

I found my apartment

February 14, 2006

For the past few days I’ve been feeling very sulky. I’m annoyed at the fact that everything we’ve developed over the past 6 months pretty much has to be redone so it works in all browsers, I’m always tired from taking the train back and forth into the city, I spent the majority of the weekend sleeping off the huge sleep deficit I’d accumulated over the week, Saturday I spent a couple hours walking up and down Queen East in the beach looking for apartment buildings with ‘for rent’ signs in the window only to find nothing I was interested in. Basically, I was all bummed out.

Until today!

I finally got the real estate agent for a building I’m interested in to meet me and show me the apartment and…it’s perfect!!! It’s in an old building right on Queen with 21 units, it has the old hot water radiators and the original hardwood flooring (which is still in great shape), lots of closet space(!), it’s in a perfect location, everything is within walking distance, the beach is just down the street.

I just have to fill out the application and if I get it I can move in March 1!!! Keep your fingers crossed for me!

I like long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners….

February 10, 2006

Mark put up an ad on Monster a week or so ago for a senior developer position in our company and got a huge amount of applications. I must say, I always thought it would be fun to go through the process of hiring someone, screening the resumes, finding the perfect candidate, having the power to change someone’s life, you know…that type of thing.

In reality, I looked through about 3 resumes, staring blankly at the seemingly random combination of capital letters describing the various technologies people were familiar with before handing the pile of 80 or so back to Mark and saying “I really have no clue”.

All I really would like to know are the following:

1. Do you know the stuff we need you to know? (a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will do here, I really don’t care for a long-winded answer describing everything you’ve done for the last 5 years)
2. Are you willing to work for what we’re going to pay you?
3. Are you easily offended by profanities?
4. Do you drink? (the correct answer to this question, by the way, is ‘yes’)

Hopefully we’ll find someone who’s not totally lame and actually knows what they’re doing. A surprisingly difficult combination to find in programmers.

Ok, really it’s not that surprising.

My favourite response was the e-mail that consisted only of one line of text:
“I’m interested. more details about you gets more details about me…”

Oh god, this isn’t going to be easy.


February 9, 2006

I think I actually gasped and made a noise that sounded a lot like “eeeeeeeeeeeeeee” when I saw this link on digg this morning. Anyone who played the original lemmings game about a thousand years ago I’m sure will share my sentiments

Programming was so much easier in school!

February 8, 2006

Actually…well…kind of. Our assignments at U of T were really theoretically difficult, but at least you could ask a classmate or professor who already knew the answer if you got stuck. Also our programs always ran in a fabricated environment and just had to pass the automated tests that the TA’s wrote. We didn’t have to worry about any problems we couldn’t forsee.

Now I’m actually programming for stuff in the real world and uuuuugggghhhhh! There are so many minute details that normally I wouldn’t care about if this were an assignment, but now I have to spend hours on because there will actually be real people using this program.

The most annoying thing I’ve ever seen is that every internet browser uses a different standard for stylesheets, mouse events and god knows what else. Why is it so complicated?!?!?! It’s infuriating!