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Showing posts from January, 2010

7 Days of Change

My weekend started on Tuesday. Believe it or not I was looking forward to a change of the normal. We went to Morgans Pub with two good looking women. Alana, my counterpart was visiting from Vancouver. Good looking smart, sarcastic and deep big brown eyes. Her best friend who had been ready for some fun, brought Alana along. Alana is a gorgeous woman, and we had very little in common. I wished we did, but see seemed to be where I was at most of the time when I was going out with friends. Mainly stuck in a rut. At least thats what I thought. Could be she was just tired

I can never tell with women. Problem is my friend has opened my eyes to the world in which women inhabit and I can't get their thought processes at all. Women seem to have totally different value structures than I had anticipated. Tonight I didn't really care, I was out on a Tuesday night with my friend and by chance two very gorgeous woman were in our group. What could go wrong? At least one thing.

After a few hou…

Failed Test

I was eating at Earls. A 9 oz steak that was cooked perfectly rare. My nose plugging up as I ate. I knew the steak was good. The texture was awesome though. Anyways, I am working my way through a pretty great book on generocity and when I finished I managed to leave the bartender with a noble tip. However after my meal, while I was leaving a guy in the parking lot asked me for some spare change. I lied to him, told him I had none and I honestly felt guilty about it. I JUST READ A BOOK ON GIVING. I had not made any progress in my life! I liked the books themes but apparently learned nothing. It might take a bit of practice. Ya... thats it.

On to the next test. Maybe I'll squeek by. Maybe.
Banker Emily

Every year or two... I have had a meeting with my bank. You see when I was younger I needed to build my credit, and I was desperate to do it the most responsible way. So because I didn’t have any assists, or a credit card, and my bank wouldn’t give me credit, I had to put 120% in a GIC to guarantee the loan. My banks inability to grant me a credit card for all of my years of service was both a slap in my face and a great life lesson. I began to understand the importance of not using money I didn’t have.

The next few years I opened more GIC’s bought some RRSP’s and every now and then the time to reinvest comes up. In the beginning it was cute, then it was annoying and for awhile it was strangely very stressful. Why? The amounts of money I was investing, and the interest they were offering even if locked in was translating into $30 in profit. It was a joke for the full hour it took to go through the process. Compound this with the multitude of new faces, going through my bank…