This weekend was one of complete failure.
The other day I was invited to go up north to Tremblant to hang out at a cottage. My Ottawa people were going and all I had to do was get myself up there. But the most convenient bus was not convenient enough, and I was forced to consider other alternatives. The other alternative, as suggested by my coworker, was to rent a car. For obvious reasons, I had reservations about going down that road again. (I think that might have been a joke in that sentence.)
But I figured that this time, I had everything in place: my Ontario license would definitely accepted by Hertz, I can reserve the car by credit card, and I had enough money to pay for everything. But of course, I was wrong. And I more than half expected to be wrong.
When I got there at 4:30 Saturday afternoon, after already having been on the phone planning the next 24 hours, I was given the notice that I absolutely, positively had to pay for the rental with a credit card. I couldn't pay them directly. Being as silly as I am, I figured that I simply needed to show proof of ID, have the valid driver's license and pay any old way I wanted to. But my money isn't good enough for them, I guess. And it turns out that I know almost no one with both a driver's license and and credit card. Figures.
The next day I decide to bake cake and bread for Rose, who was having a killer weekend. But for some reason, even though I have done these things before, I fucked them both up. One tastes bad, and the other looks too disgusting to even try.
And of course, this morning when I made my Quaker Oats oatmeal in the microwave I looked away for five seconds and returned my eyes to the microwave to see an oatmeal volcano. I couldn't even do that right. By the time it cooled down enough to be eaten, I ended up in a meeting. It was cold by the time I got out. Figures.
On the flip side, Rose made me some cookies shaped like the letters of my name. They even had hearts on them. And they were well received. They were the only things that went right this weekend.
gimme your email address and I can send you the original pic. but it is only at 72 dpi. fotolog.net zooms in on it and that's why it's blurry-like.