arse
or arse over tit more like! What an idiot
feeling really stupid....had very good intentions this morning when I set off to the gym to do an hour step aerobics class and then an hour of total body conditioning (not as good as body pump in the UK unfortunately but the next best thing over here...)
Step class was a little complicated (the way I like it!) utilising 2 steps per person...However...towards the end of the class I fell off the step catching my ankle on the way down and falling v awkwardly. Felt like a right div at the time as I couldn't immediately get back on it so had to sit on the floor like a wally. After a while the feeling came back so I carried on, finished the class and started to get ready for body pump....then it started hurting...then it got a bit worse and then I couldn't even stand on it so I left the studio and hopped my way to reception hoping they would strap it for me!
oh no....that would be too easy for them - they decided to call the ambulance instead!!! doh. They then took me to hospital (on a stretcher with everyone looking at me - how embarrassing). so 3 hours later I have a bandage, crutches and am late for brunch...oh how my mates are going to take the piss!!!
to prove how dangerous getting fit is though - at the hospital there was me in my gym gear with a sprained ankle, a runner with a sprained ankle and a cyclist in full black lycra cycling gear with a sprained ankle - like I told my doorman on the way back into the building from my trip to the gym (on crutches, still in gym gear) "don't go to the gym - its a really dangerous place!!"
More cleanliness malarky
I
told you there were mental about cleanliness over here - now they're
spraying food with antibacterial stuff before I buy it. Its a wonder food even resembles food over here - we might as well start eating those astronaut things...
Later...
Yes I'm aware how bad that last post sounds when you look at the date...I was trying to tell myself that it was better to be alive and late than blown up...but it didn't help very much when I was stuck in Jersey on 4 hours sleep seeing lots of cabs drift by that I wasn't allowed to utilise.
Anyway - I'm back and rested a little now so I apologise if I offended anyone...
grrrr
grrrrrr AM SOOOOOO PISSSEEEDDDD OFFFF RIIIGGGHTTT NOOOWW. Was hoping typing in caps would help vent the frustrations but not actually sure I feel better. The boss told me off for taking cabs from Newark (don't even get me started on this one).
So having landed on time 1 hour 40 mins ago, I've waited an hour for the shuttle (you know how it goes:
Agent: "the wait is 20 mins"
Me: "ok then"
30 mins later...
Me: "Where is he?"
Agent: "he is stuck in traffic. give him another 10 mins"
Me:"ok then...10 mins"...
repeat every 10 mins etc)
to be told it would take a further 2 hours (the flight from Montreal was 57 mins...that Canada...another country...) to get home (telling me when I booked my seat an hour previously may have been more useful...)
Abandoning that idea I then decided on the train and then a cab from Penn (too many stairs and turnstiles for a luggage-challenged person). Just missed one so am waiting for the 10.08. That should get me in about 10.40 and a cab home should get me working about 11, 1.5 hours later than if I had taken a cab....grrrrr.
I should just pay for one myself but I already do that from JFK and from Newark it ends up about $70 which is a fair amount to not expense every time. Bloody small company. Bloody skin-flint boss. Bloody skin-flint me! Well sod it. If my time to the firm is better spent on a platform for the sake of a 40 quid cab ride then I should just fuck it I suppose....
Montreal
So my first experience of Montreal was a little like France - in a shop at the station (a real station with shops and a McDonald's!) after alighting the train and the proprietor asks a question in French - "I'm sorry - I'm English" I say in French back to him. He makes a face and turns away! Ok I thought - this is going to be interesting...Get in a cab and try and tell the guy where I am going in French. He counters in English and tells me I am beautiful and do I need a boyfriend for the weekend!!!
Rest of the weekend was fab - although I did the usual single person on holiday thing of walking too much and tiring myself out every day while not enjoying that much of the nightlife. I have this down to a tee now though - stay out as late as you can doing stuff - have dinner on the way back and by then its late enough to say you have had an evening of sorts. Course it helps if your bathroom in the guest house has a spa bath which is what I did on the first night! All in all a very enjoyable, slightly romantic city with lots to do and a very pretty old town.
(and they mostly speak English in the really touristy bits - phew!)
Canada!
so...Canada is a weird place....just spent a few days in the capital city of Canada (Ottawa for those who are geographically challenged). Nice enough - in a kind of capital city kind of way.
However I got the train (from the capital city don't forget) and get this: at the station there is a subway and a business class lounge. That's it, no shops, no hot food, no fast food, no newsagents - nothing. ok...fine I thought.
Next I headed to the train. In a thunderstorm - the platform is OUTSIDE!!!!! All of us are soaked - not that London "its pissing it down" soaked but actual proper tropical storm soaked - the kind you only get in New York and Cuba (based on my (limited) first hand knowledge thus far)....ok fine...whatever....
I'm on the train and go to change in the loo to some dry clothes. The loo is teeny, with no shelves and no lid to cover the loo!!! Now don't get me wrong - some of the trains in London are terrible and smelly - but no lid? Its a glorified hole in the ground!
....But
obviously they have wireless internet on the train....BARKING I tell you.
On way to Montreal now - where they all think they are in a different country with a different national language (schools etc are in French apparently....and English is the second language throughout Quebec....BARKING)
How to complain
Will someone tell me the correct way to complain and not feel guilty? Is this because I am Catholic or British? (both?). My breakfast was late this morning (thereby making me late since I can't get into the shower until it arrives...). Then when it did come it was not all there....(kind of like the bloke who put it together!). I ring to complain and immediately the bloke is like "I'm so sorry - its completely my fault" etc etc etc. I am dumbstruck of course by his honesty and say thank you (that's the British in me) and then immediately feel guilty (that's the Catholic in me) for making him feel bad and possibly making him worry about it all day (yeah right - AS IF!) .
